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Catfish -Chapter 3-

Ella spent almost every day for the next few weeks talking to Ben. They told each other everything about themselves and were dangerously close to becoming more than friends.
Eventually, having to get on the computer to talk to each other was too much of a hassle, and they were both spending way too much time hiding in their rooms.
Ella’s mom had gotten her a cell phone with an unlimited texting plan, and Ella assumed she’d never use it. But when Ben asked for her phone number so they could text each other, she realized it was a very good present from her mom.
After this, they just began talking more.
Ben was 19 as well, but he was in his sophomore year of college at the University of Illinois. He had lived in Illinois with his family his whole life. He had two sisters, and he had a brother, but he died the year before. Ben would hardly talk to anyone about losing his brother, but talking to Ella about it made him feel better. She was the only person who didn’t make him feel ridiculous for still being sad.
Ben was majoring in psychology; he wanted to be a psychiatrist. Ella often talked to him about her relationship with her mother. She still wasn’t sure how much she wanted Jenna in her life, even though she was putting herself in a pretty permanent position.
Ella couldn’t convince herself to forgive her mom. What she had done to Ella wasn’t fair. She lost most of her life as a kid, and had to grow up way too fast.
Although Ella was very grateful for her mom sending her to college, and buying her a phone, and providing her and Abby with a house that Ella didn’t have to constantly be working to pay off, she was still hesitant about her.
What if she decided to leave a week before Ella was supposed to leave for college? What if she changed her mind and decided not to spend thousands of dollars on Ella’s education?
With Jenna, Ella never knew what to expect. She didn’t expect to come home one day three years ago to a note saying that Jenna was just gone. She didn’t expect her to show up randomly like she did a few months before. Ella most definitely didn’t expect that her mother applied her to the college of her dreams, and the offered to pay for her four years there.
So far, Jenna hadn’t done anything to make Ella doubt her. She was keeping up with the bills, all on her own. She was going to work every day, and cooking dinner every night. She took care of Abby, and she did everything a mother was supposed to. She and Jimmy were trying to make this the perfect family, and they were doing a pretty good job. But Ella was just scared that something could go wrong, or just change suddenly.
Talking to Ben about this helped; he made her see that Jenna was really making an effort, and Ella should try to meet her halfway. It was obvious that he was right, but Ella was still hesitant. She was doing as best as she could, she just needed time.
It was July 5th. Ella was counting down the days until she left for college; 52 more days. She and Ben were getting more and more serious. That day, July 5th, something changed.
Ella couldn’t deny that she had feelings for Ben. But she didn’t know what to do about those feelings. Ben didn’t know who she really was. He didn’t know that she was a year younger than she had said. He didn’t know that she didn’t live in Florida. He didn’t know that she didn’t go to school there, and that she hadn’t even started college yet.
Sometimes, she considered just cutting off all ties from him. She had almost done it a few times; she could just delete his phone number and change hers. It would be that simple.
But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew that she owed him more than that, and she didn’t think she would be okay without talking to him every day.
Before Ella could do anything about it, Ben took the matter of their relationship into his own hands. It came out of nowhere and Ella was not expecting it at all. They were talking about something completely irrelevant when he said it.
Ben: I have to tell you something.
Ella’s stomach clenched. The first thing she thought was that he knew. He knew she lied and he hated her. She tried to brace herself for him saying this.
Ella: Okay… what is it?
Ben: I like you…
Ella let out a deep breath as she read this. He didn’t know… and he liked her? What was she supposed to do now? Could she date him? If it didn’t go anywhere, it would save her the humiliation of telling him the truth, even though he deserved it. But what if it did go somewhere? He would eventually want more from her, and she wouldn’t be able to give it to him. She couldn’t give him a picture of herself. She wouldn’t be able to talk on the phone to him, or Skype him, or ever meet him face to face. But it would be really hard to tell him that she didn’t like him, even though she did.
Ella: I like you, too…
She didn’t know if this was the best thing to do, but she couldn’t deny that her feelings for him were too strong to let him slip through her hands.
After this, their relationship changed. They weren’t exactly dating, but the way they talked to each other was different, almost like they were dating. But eventually, Ella realized she was right, and that Ben would want more.
There was now only 24 days until she left for college, it was August 3rd. Ben was starting to get curious, and Ella could tell that they didn’t have much time left together. She had decided that she was going to tell him the truth. She didn’t know when, and she didn’t know what she would say; only that she had to do it. She owed to him to be honest, even though she knew that that would be the end of them.
She wasn’t planning on doing it then, but one day, the guilt got to be too much for her. Ella was almost in tears just thinking about what she was doing to him. She was leading him on, and making him believe that they were going somewhere, when he didn’t even know the basic things about her. She told him that she had to tell him something, and that she was really scared to say it. He got really worried and had to practically beg her to say it. He had no idea what it would be, and she was acting really strange.
Ella: I hate that I have to tell you this. I wish I had never done it, but I did, and now I have to deal with it. I lied. I lied about where I live, how old I am, and what I look like. I never thought that our relationship was going anywhere, and I thought my life was so boring that I just made stuff up. But now the problem is that I’m falling in love with you. I know I’ve led you on, and lied to you about such stupid things. And I know that you most likely won’t want to speak to me after this, but I just thought I owed you the truth so that you can just forget about me and move on.
For the next few hours, they argued back and forth about this. It turned out that Ben had lied too, but only about his age. He wasn’t in his sophomore year of college; he was actually just about to start college, just like Ella. But that was all he lied about; everything else was the truth.
Ella told him the absolute truth about everything. She didn’t leave anything out.
He was really angry at first, but he eventually calmed down. He told her that he was really upset that she didn’t trust him enough to say who she really was. And her saying that she didn’t think their relationship was going anywhere is what hurt him the most.
After a while, he told her that he could forgive her if she promised to never lie to him again. Ella was so happy, she was in tears. She couldn’t believe that they were okay; he still wanted her. She was so sure that this was the end, and she was going to lose him forever. He told her the reason why he forgave her was because he had lied too, so it wasn’t fair if she forgave him, but he didn’t forgive her.
And also, because he was falling in love with her too.
So, their relationship changed, yet again. They were closer than before, because now they weren’t constantly feeling bad about lying to the other.
Now that Ella actually saw them being together as a real possibility, she wanted more. She wanted to talk on the phone, and Skype but she wanted nothing more than to see him face to face.
On August 16th, when there were only 11 days left, Ella realized something. She had gotten so caught up in making up with him that she didn’t bother sending him a picture of what she really looked like. She was very nervous; Ella didn’t understand how beautiful she was. She thought that if she wasn’t blonde and a cheerleader, boys wouldn’t like her.
When she sent it, she had tons of butterflies in her tummy, and she was terrified that Ben wouldn’t think she was pretty.
She was wrong.
When Ben saw her picture, he couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, and that she would want to hide it by pretending she was blonde. He had never particularly liked blondes, but hadn’t ever thought a redhead could be so gorgeous.
He sent her a picture of himself, too. He was very nervous sending it, even though he knew he was a good-looking guy,
Ella was surprised by how he responded to her picture; telling her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was even more surprised by his picture. She knew he had dark hair, but that was pretty much all she knew about his looks.
His picture showed just from his shoulders up, which Ella was thankful for. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate a guy with a nice body, just that it was annoying when the only picture a guy would take was one where they were standing in front of the mirror with their shirt off, scowling.
In his picture, he wasn’t smiling, but looking off into the distance, like he didn’t even know someone was taking a picture of him. He had dark brown hair that was somewhat long and curly. His skin was tanned, and he wore a light blue shirt, which just made it look tanner. She could see a necklace around his neck; a dog tag. Ella remembered him telling her about that, the one he and his brother had matching ones of, and after his brother died, he rarely took it off.
The thing that stood out most to Ella in the picture was his eyes. They were a deep green color, similar to hers. But against framed by his dark skin and hair, they stood out so brightly, and Ella could hardly look away from them.
Ella considered this a milestone, and she was happy to pass it. The next one was talking to him on the phone, which wasn’t nearly as scary as she expected it would be when it happened.
They were talking one day, just like normal, when Ella decided to take the next step.
Ella: I wish I could hear your voice…
She said this, hoping that he would catch on and feel the same way. He did.
Ben: Why can’t you?
Ella didn’t know what to say, but a few minutes later, her phone was ringing. She hesitantly answered it, but let out a deep, relieved breath when she heard, “Hi, beautiful.”
His voice was deep, and she found it extremely sexy. She hoped her own voice didn’t shake too much as they spoke.
After they hung up, she checked that off of her imaginary milestone checklist as well.
Another time, when they were talking, Ben did another thing that she wasn’t expecting.
“I wish I could kiss you…” He said, and she bit her lip. Just the thought made her tummy flutter.
“So do I… I can’t wait until you can,” She replied.
“Mm, me too. I can’t wait to feel your soft lips against mine as I hold you close against my body…” Ella was close to tears. She didn’t want to wait. She could hardly stand the anticipation.
“Yeah…” She said, hearing her voice break just slightly as she spoke. She hoped he didn’t hear it, but he did.
“Ella? What’s wrong? What did I say?”
“Nothing… It’s just that I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to see you, and kiss you and hug you. I want to hold your hand. I just want you to be mine.” She tried to steady her voice, not wanting him to hear her cry.
“Ella, I’m already yours. There’s no one that can make me feel the way you do. I want to see you too, and I’m so sorry it makes you sad that I can’t be there right now.”
Ella took a deep breath. “I’m yours, too Ben. I love you…”
“I love you, too Ella.”

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My Niece Mary Jane -Part 3 Sunday afternoon

When we reached the car, Mary Jane was told to unbutton her blouse once more, and take her place in the back seat. My wife suggested that since our bellies were full, and the afternoon so pleasant we should go for a long walk somewhere to allow our body’s system to digest the noontime activities. I trusted my wife was not going to ask me to drive to far, with Mary Jane sitting there in the back seat, her blouse wide open. All I could see in the rear view mirror was pure unadulterated flesh, two beautiful tits, two elongated pink nipples, staring back at me. Mind you it did not help that I had re-adjusted the mirror once I heard my wife tell Mary Jane to undo her blouse, a totally unthinkable thing for a good uncle to do.
My wife was kind however, telling me that the place we had played at so long ago was not too far off, and that we could most likely make it there in twenty to thirty minutes if the traffic allowed. Yes I thought , I remembered that place, very well actually. It had been a very long time since we had been there, we had found the spot when we had first started dating. It was there that my wife lost her virginity as I plowed my young viral cock into her as she lay spread out on a picnic table. It had been a good thing we had found the place in the late afternoon, and even better that by the time we got around to do the thing, not many if any picnickers were around. I had never heard a girl scream so loud; it had scared the living day lights out of me. So much so that I pulled my cock out her, allowing it coated with blood to pop upwards and shoot my stuff all over her belly, right up to her neck, covering most of her lovely heaving breasts.
I had never had a virgin before, and I do not think she had expected things to happen that way, so we were both more than astonished as a result of our antics. Once the hurt dissipated, my wife stopped crying, telling me that she was so sorry for acting that way. She wanted to make sure that she had not turned me off, that I would continue to have feelings for her and not dump her for her short comings. It was that particular afternoon that I decided she had been my girlfriend long enough, and it would be much better if she were my wife and that is exactly what I told her. With her sorrowful babbling she continued on that day offering to do my bidding, to do anything I desired anything I wanted no matter what. She did not want to loose me, she loved me to no end and I would be hers to command if I would stay with her.
Well that day was perhaps the beginning of many good things that came to be. I cleaned up my cock and her cunt , holding her close to me for a long time while we sat there bare naked on that picnic bench. Before we left , we made love three times , well I fucked her three times, each and every time, being better than the time before. Unfortunately we had to remain girlfriend and boyfriend for several years longer as we both attended different colleges. Every opportunity that arose, had us fucking as hard as we could, and several times we had been able to return to that picnic bench, but the years had taken their toll and we found ourselves occupied with other things. With my wife suggesting that we stop at this particular spot, my cock surged in its confines, so much so that I had to rearrange my sitting position and in doing so caught my wife’s eye. I was sure she knew I had rekindled those memories of so long ago.
When we turned off the main road, to run the few miles up the secondary road leading us to the spot, my wife began fidgeting with her own blouse. I watched her in my peripheral vision as she unbuttoned and opened the blouse, undoing her brassiere, she pulled it from her body and set it on the consol of the car in plain site, of both Mary Jane and myself. There was no mistaking it , she was or had been planning some wicked little thing, I could hardly wait to park the car. I started to ease the car into a spot near the pathway, when my wife poked my arm and pointed to a open slot much further away.
Again fond memories flooded my thoughts, back to that night I had reminded my wife of her statement about complying to my desires. It had been after a good evening of love making my wife had reached orgasm several times , she was in a mellow mood. That particular day we had arrived a bit late and found the only parking spot was almost at the entrance of the parking lot, far from the beginning of the winding pathway. I asked, well sort of informed perhaps insisted that my wife walk back to the car with out her clothes to cover her exquisite gleaming body. At first she tried to beg off but in the end, she did me proud and marched back perhaps a bit quicker than I would have liked, but she took things in stride crossing directly over the parking lot and complied with my request. There were only three cars left in the parking lot, so the prospect of getting caught was not that great, but it did provide us with a charge, and we made out once again in the car before leaving that evening.
Once parked, my wife told Mary Jane get out , go to the front of the car, take her Bermuda shorts off and place them on the hood of the car and face the windshield. I watched as Mary Jane complied without hesitation. She was just beautiful standing there her sleeveless blouse hanging open, her little pink panties covering very little , the sun shining down upon her body. My wife got out telling me to sit still then retrieved a small bag from the back seat and moved in behind Mary Jane. I had to catch my breath as I watched my wife go to work. She first placed a blindfold over Mary Jane’s eyes, then she placed some sort of collar around Mary Jane’s neck . Looking around I guess to see if there were any voyeurs or obstinate other people, my wife then stripped the blouse from Mary Jane, exposing her in her naked form. The tale tell signs that all this was having a positive effect, was in evidence as Mary Jane’s nipples were popped right out from her areolas.
My wife seemed in no particular rush, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, I know I was certainly enjoying the show, I had to adjust my swollen rod down the leg of my pants to lessen the pain of the pressure it had been making against the material of my pants. I continued to watch as my wife pulled Mary Jane’s arms behind her back and tied them as I found out later with some silk rope she had taken for m the little bag of items she had brought. Once fixed firmly, my wife, reached for Mary Jane’s nipples and one at a time fixed a tassel to this elongated body part. Signaling me to follow, I got out of the car and was told to put the shorts and the blouse on the inside front dash board so that they would be very visible to any one passing by. My wife then attached a leash to Mary Jane’s collar and jerked it sharply telling Mary Jane to walk carefully.
While we walked very close to several couples, there was enough foliage to obstruct a direct view of my wife parading her almost naked charge on the winding path to where ever she was leading us. As we were able to hear their conversations, well a mumble jumble of words, nothing clear and sharp , it was certain that they were able to tell that others were walking up the path near by. If any of them had decided to be friendly , move towards the sounds and pop out somewhere they would have been treated to a bizarre scene for sure . Mary Jane knowing her body was exposed, but being unable to see that the others could not really see her was very very uncomfortable as we found out when we arrived at the location my wife had chosen. It was the place at which she had lost her virginity so many years ago.
My wife guided Mary Jane to the end of the picnic table that had been set out for the park visitors and told to stay. She then walked around the little area into which she had directed us, inspecting what mother nature had chosen to let surround the area. I did not know if she was interested in how we were covered or how we , well, Mary Jane was exposed . I did not ask as I was busy wondering just what was planned for Mary Jane. After all this was perhaps the most excluded area of them all, there was a good covering of thicker bushes on the sides and at the back except for the little winding entrance. At what could be called the front there were bushes of a lower height providing a good view out over the side of the mountain, you could even recognize figures seated or standing in some of the other picnic areas, mind you , you could not really tell much about them, but if they were naked I believe it would be discernable. As to them looking back up at us , well if one was standing upright on the picnic table perhaps they might be noticeable, I doubted if any one would be able to tell if you were dressed or not.
My wife having finished her round came back to I thought help Mary Jane get her body up onto the table top, when suddenly my wife cried out calling Mary Jane a wanton bitch, telling her she couldn’t believe what ever she had done my wife called it disgusting , then I heard her telling Mary Jane she was going to pay dearly for her lack of control. With all that said I watched in amazement as Mary Jane was turned around and pushed face forward on to the picnic table top. She was calling out telling my wife that she was sorry, so sorry but could not help it, she did not want to be punished, she would be a good girl, she would do what ever it took to amend the situation, but she did not what to be punished.
My wife grabbed hold of her still bound arms with one hand , pushed her down hard on to the table, crushing those beautiful soft tits of her. Then with her other hand she ripped Mary Jane’s pink panties from her body, baring her perky little bottom . Throwing the material off to the side, my wife began berating Mary Jane telling her that she was going to be spanked and spanked hard for peeing in her panties. Hell I thought all this was because Mary Jane’s excitement had gotten to her and she had cum while she was being led up the winding path not knowing if she had been seen. It never occurred to me that fear had gotten the better of her and she had wet herself. Just that thought caused my cock to harden to push against my slacks creating a huge uncomfortable bulge . I kicked myself for having missed seeing her piss herself, that would have been awesome.
My mind was busy trying to watch my wife , while trying to visualize Mary Jane letting a stream of hot yellow piss flow from her innards, through her panties and down her legs, was causing me difficulties. Finally I decided to concentrate on my wife and what she was putting Mary Jane through at that moment. She was bringing the flat of her hand down hard on Mary Jane’s prime round ass, the sound at the contact of the two body parts was sharp and loud, it was as though it echoed in the little secluded area we were in. Mary Jane cried out each and every time my wife’s hand made contact causing even me to flinch. My curiosity however got the better of me , so I moved closer to the action, where it became evident that my wife was not being gently with her spanks. Mary Jane’s little bottom jiggled each time her hand made contact, you could see the red marks of her hand, her fingers as they were spread over the two bare cheeks.
While I was not really counting the number of slaps that Mary Jane had taken, I lost count at twenty five and my wife was still going at it . I did notice, thinking it was very strange that the sounds Mary Jane was emitting were no longer screams of pain, but rather moans and groans more familiar to me as sounds of sexual intrigue. I could not believe it Mary Jane was now getting off from being spanked out here in the open picnic area she was actually mewing, or grunting. It looked to me like she was moving her own lower body, almost as though she was humping the picnic table. My wife also noticed this change in her behaviour, so she stopped her spanking , pulled Mary Jane off the table to a straight standing position and told her that she had better not cum or she would be sorry.
Leaving Mary Jane, my wife came over to me looking at my problem and commenting to the fact that perhaps something should be done about my seemingly uncomfortable situation. Now I had several ideas of how this could be done and who would be best suited to resolve the problem, but I said nothing , not wanting to upset my wife, if my choice was not quite what she had in mind. I really did not mind who or how my problem was going to be fixed, as long as some one was going to take care of it. After all I had been stimulated to such a point since we had arrived at the restaurant, and had no chance to do any thing about it since then, any solution was welcome as far as I was concerned.
To my delight my wife returned to Mary Jane and untied her arms, I figured that my wife had read my mind especially when she instructed her to go and undress her uncle. As Mary Jane walked I watched the tassels attached to her lovely nipples swing from side to side, it was certainly very erotic, I had not really seen anything like that before, not even my wife had worn tassels to excite me. Mary Jane unbuttoned my shirt, letting her hands travel over my chest, over my now hard erect nipples as she pushed at my shirt. She moved in closer, pressed her tasseled nipples against my chest as she eased the shirt up and off my shoulders. The afternoon still fairly warm, I could feel her cool breath as she blew it across my now naked skin. Once she had placed my shirt on the bench of the picnic table, she squatted down in front of me and attacked the task of undoing and slipping my shoes and socks from my body. It was quite evident she knew she was supposed to put on a show, as she arranged her body so that I could look down, down, past her firm breasts, past the tasseled nipples, down past her cute little belly button, down between her legs providing me with just the slightest glimpse of the beginning of her lovely crack.
Everything appeared to be building to a crescendo, I know I was having a difficult time controlling my own hormones, my cock was about to burst, not only on the scene out in the open, but burst it’s seed as well. Mary Jane perhaps knowing this all too well, moved herself around behind me , then reached around front and began undoing my belt and unzipping my slacks. Carefully, slowly, sexually she slipped the material of my slacks over my hips, past my rump and down my legs. Prodding me to lift one leg at a time Mary Jane left me standing there in my under-shorts ,my cock tenting the material straight out from my body as though it was going to punch through at any moment . The pressure on the head of my cock to say the least was irritating.
Just as Mary Jane was going to complete my wish, and pull my under-shorts down , releasing my tool, my wife stopped her. She was, to my great disappointment , told to come and undress her mistress. Need I relate how much pain I felt, standing there ready to explode at the slightest touch, watching Mary Jane sensuously . carefully, lovingly and slowly strip my wife as bare as she was. There were two lovely naked girls standing not five feet from me, making out none the less, kissing passionately, hugging, feeling grasping at one another. Their love making sounds finally got me to cry out asking about my relief. My wife called a halt to things , brought Mary Jane over to me , immediately she began to relate to me how after Mary Jane had watched us out on the porch, she had asked to be taught how to suck a man’s cock properly. My wife went on to tell me that while Mary Jane had participated in a bit of oral sex with several of her boyfriends, she had not felt she had gotten a good sense of how it should be done.
My wife said that now was the time she was going to show Mary Jane just how it should be done. With that said, she told Mary Jane to get down on her knees in front of me while she took a position behind me. My wife whispered in my ear telling me I was to be passive in my actions, to let my arms drop to my sides and she would take care of the rest, indicating that I would best do as she said if I wanted to reap all the benefits. Hey what was I going to do, I wanted to get off, sucked off, fucked off, or masturbated, I did not care at that point , I wanted to shoot my stuff anywhere, my ball sac was as tight as it had every been, my cock pulsating like never before.
My wife then instructed Mary Jane to slip her fingers in the elastic of my shorts , and ease them, not tug them downward . As a precaution so that the head of my cock would not get caught up in the material, Mary Jane was to bring her hands around and flatten them against the side of my cock with her thumbs held upwards, then she was to move the elastic with her thumbs, allowing the palms of her hand to rub along the shaft of my cock, until it allowed the head of my cock to become uncovered. Once Mary Jane placed the palms of her hands on my cock I thought I was going to loose it, but at that exact moment my wife reached around and pinched both my nipples , creating such a sharp pain that I forgot all about my cock for a moment.
When Mary Jane had the material of the shorts over my cock it became very loose and was easily let down my legs and off my feet. Now there we were, three bare naked people standing out in this public area, the heat of the sun’s rays still engulfing us in a solid warmth. I wanted to poke forward and set my cock into Mary Jane’s mouth, but any movement I attempted was halted immediately by my wife , telling me to be patient.
Then the lesson began, my wife instructing , not quite showing, Mary Jane on how to proceed . It was perhaps a big more exciting this way , because I could hear exactly what was going to be done , then I was able to feel it being done. Mary Jane had a beautiful long slender tongue. She was first told too hold my cock firmly , but delicately, and extend her tongue to the little piss hole in front. To ease the tip of her tongue in that opening and flick it . Then she was told to lick the bulging pick head, like a popsicle, to lick all around, concentrating on the underside. Following this she took the head into her mouth clamping her lips around it and rubbing them back and forth over the soft stretched skin.
Man did I want to push forward when the head passed her lips, I wanted to push right in through to the back of her head . I was more than ready to blow, but each time I forgot my place and started to move on my own , my nipples were pinched by my wife. Mary Jane proceeded to lick my whole cock, to reach out and take my ball sac, inserting one ball and a time in her mouth and wiggling it around . She played special attention to the underside of my cock, to the manly hairs of my pubic area , stroking her little fingers gently through them . My wife then had her take my cock into her mouth, a bit at a time, each time easing her mouth further along it’s length. Now I am not equipped like some of you readers, but I am equipped with a nice clean cut rod, perhaps six or six and a half inches long,. A working piece that can be engulfed without too much difficulty, but the first time requires a bit of practice. This of course was what Mary Jane was getting, practice, and she was doing very well I must say, she had me very close to cutting loose several times, and I most likely would have, had my wife not circumvented the feeling with her pinching my nipples.
How long did this practice run on , I cannot remember, but it was certainly an enjoyable time that was spent. As Mary Jane appeared to get the hang of things, I watched my wife reach around and place her hands on Mary Jane’s head I had seen her do this before , she was using me again as a phallus. She bumped and ground her cunt into my back side as she pulled Mary Jane’s head along my cock with an increased tempo, just like any man would do had he been given the opportunity, My wife was busy fucking Mary Jane’s mouth with my cock oblivious to my needs or pleasure. It was her and Mary Jane completely enveloped in their own little program, both of them grunting and groaning, rocking to their own rhythm. Suddenly I heard my wife call out telling Mary Jane to stick a finger up my ass and push it in as far as she could. Well that did it . gobs and gobs of my seed shot out of my rod and down into Mary Jane’s throat, filling her mouth full . A release that I had being waiting for quite a while, a release that I had needed now for some time, a release like no other I had had in a long time. It was my turn to shake, rattle and roll, and I did, my wife allowing me all the freedom to hang on to Mary Jane’s beautiful head of locks and pump the seed from my body.
Once I stopped shaking Mary Jane was told to keep my cock in her mouth , to continue sucking, and massaging it with her tongue, until it shrunk to a size where it would simply slip from her mouth. That accomplished she was told to bathe it with her tongue making certain that no residue what so every remained . I do not know to this day if my wife realized the situation she was placing Mary Jane in when she instructed her to complete this task. Having Mary Jane continue to work my cock, her delicate fingers moving it up, down all around, licking at it with her wonderful tongue, caused an enormous pressure to build with in my bladder. I began to speak, I wanted to say something, to warn of a potential problem, but my wife told me to be quiet, to allow Mary Jane the privilege of learning the lessons she need to know. I began to wonder if indeed my wife knew what I was talking about , so I began once again to protest, I even tried to move Mary Jane out of the way. When my wife saw that, she punched my arm telling me to behave myself and let the natural flow of things work themselves out. Mary Jane was surprised when my cock swelled in her hands, growing to the length that she had first taken in her mouth . As she began to back off a bit my wife told her to sit on the ground in front of me, spread her legs wide and lean back supporting her body with her arms.
No sooner than Mary Jane had placed her two hands on the ground to support her upper body, and looked back up at me, I let loose with a stream of hot golden piss. Mary Jane certainly did not know what had hit her, she opened her mouth to scream I would imagine and got it filled with my piss. I covered her body soaking her tassels, hitting her breasts, her belly, her cunt which was spread wide. Mary Jane froze like a deer caught in the head light of a car coming head on not able to move out of the way of the deluge.

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(Sex Therapist Confidential Story)

(Sex Therapist Confidential Story)
Ron……
__I hooked up with new girlfriend Ava. She was a professional licensed sex therapist. As time went by she told me how these women just need to get things off their mind and then she can get to any problems after that. I said: “I bet you have a lot of stories you could tell“. She said she couldn’t tell any of them because of legal confidentiality rules, like a priest will never reveal anything said in a confessional. No law can force him to.
I like to write porn stories, and it hounded me that all these stories were out there and couldn’t be told.
I came up with a idea. I said to Ava: How about I put a security camera in your office….just in case some bad person came in to harm or rob you?” She smiled at me and said: “Don’t tell me anymore, just install it. You handle the security in my office and the video recordings are your responsibility. Your hired“.
She already knew I owned a security camera business. The latest new cameras are undetectable to the human eye. They record video and sound. She also knew that I wrote porn stories and never used real names or places. That evening I had it all set up in an hour. Everything was remotely sent to my computer at home.
The next day I checked it and everything worked proper. After the first week, I was zipping thru the women talking when I saw something. A stunningly beautiful woman.
I had seen her before…..oh yes… I had installed a security system in her home recently. Her name was Julie. She began to talk quietly to Ava about a problem she had for a long time. She reminded Ava how it all started and how her urge never went away. She just tried to control it. Ava told her she was doing fine, but just to keep away from young teen guys and that would make it easier for her to handle it.
I wondered what her pushing urge was and had to do with young teen guys. She said a young boy had moved in next door now, and he was so sexy.
Ava advised her to ignore him and go on with her life. She said It was so hard to do that. He had come over and ask if he could do anything to earn some money. She said she tried not to invite him in but the words just came out. Now she was alone with him and she put her arm around him and started getting friendly.
“I could tell he liked me right away. I had on my robe and I watched his eyes look at my cleavage, many times. As you know, I get hot when young boys do that. I tried to find a reason to send him away, but he put his arm around my waist and said he thought I was very pretty.
I was a goner at that point. The words just came out of my mouth: “…a…Danny…a… you could earn some money but It must be kept…a….top secret always. Can you do that?” He smiled and said quietly “Sure”. My hand around him began to move up and down his back by itself it seemed. He started moving his hand up and down my waist. I was panting and leaned down and whispered: (“…I have a bad back….would you rub it for me maybe? I’ll pay you real good.”)
He turned to face me staring right at my cleavage. He was going to rub my back right while we stood there. He stepped in close to me and I felt his breath on my cleavage as he put both his hands around me and started to rub my back. My urge fighting was not there. I just plain wanted him so bad. He was getting turned on too as his breathing gave it away. My hands automatically pulled him tight to me.
When I felt a lump on the inside of my leg, I moaned quietly. I tried not to, but that feeling of his erection took away all my resistance. He was now rubbing my lower back just above my ass.
My shaky voice whispered and told him how good he was at massaging my back. Again the words just came out as I said in his ear: (“…I…think we …we better go in here incase anyone sees us.”) It was my favorite place to take a young man for my problem desire. I didn’t seem to care about anything else but to feel him and I together, in my dark closet with our bare skin touching. He was so sexy as I held his hand and led him into my secret hallway closet.
The front was just coats, but there was another door at the side. I led us back into it and closed that door and locked it. At last I had him in my special place. I turned on a tiny light. I had him put his arms around my waist. I took off his T-shirt and dropped my robe on the floor. I was naked now. I leaned over and pulled his shorts down and off. I pulled him in so he was touching my naked stomach. I whispered: (“…just feel my skin…feel anywhere you want to….it’s ok.”) He whispered: (“Anywhere?”) I said: (“Yes”.)
His hands went right for my tits. I loved the feeling of a young guy feeling an adult woman’s tits for the first time. There is no other feeling like it. They feel all around carefully and then the nipples. They feel them and twist them slightly. Next, they always have to suck on them. I pulled his warm face in tight and let him suck away, playing with my nipples with his tongue. I get chills on top of chills when they do that.
While he was doing that I was rubbing his naked back and feeling his smooth butt. I felt his erection grow on the inside of my leg. I felt that special wetness I get when this happens. His hand began to drift downward, feeling my stomach. He whispered: (“…you have warm skin. I like to feel it.”)
I told him he did to and to keep going. It was almost like he was sneaking his hand down to touch my pubic hair. I let him feel it all he wanted. He was very excited and breathing fast.
He stopped. He turned his head as if he heard something. He looked at me with a scared look and said: (“My dad’s home!”)
He quick put his shorts on and his shirt, he went out the door in a flash. He stopped. He said: (“..can I come back tomorrow?..”) I said: (“Yes”).
I put my robe on and went out and sat on my couch. I leaned my head back and tried to think of the advice you’ve given me but I was to hyper to think correctly.”
Ava……“Did you go masturbate then?”
“I tried not to but I had this throbbing in my vagina that I had to rub to stop it from throbbing, you’re a woman, you know what I mean, right?”
Ava…“Yes Julie, I know what you mean. How did you do the next day when he returned?”
“I thought about all the thing you’ve told me and I was all ready to send him away when he rang the door bell. There he stood smiling so cute at me. I just had to let him in. He had no shirt or shoes on. As soon as the door closed his arms were around me. I was a goner. He whispered: (“…can we go in that closet again?”)
Ava….
“At that point, what could put you back in control again?”
Julie…..
“I don’t know. I’ll have to try some things, I just wanted him so bad this time, my vagina was twitching inside. He led me into the closet all excited and there we were again. He took my robe off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He held me tight and went right to sucking on my tits. My arms went around him and I felt that warm body of his and I got that warm glow inside me.
His one hand went for my pubic hair to feel it. I parted my legs and let him play with my vagina. His finger went inside me and felt the wetness. He dropped to his knees and began to kiss my vagina. My poor legs were trembling as his little tongue licked my clit. This was my ultimate. I held his head and started moving my hips to work up a orgasm I knew was coming.
He held my legs and licked me so heavenly. I felt my orgasm coming and held his head tight. I squirmed and that glorious feeling shot thru my vagina. I almost lost my balance. That is what I craved so much. It’s hard to explain as I orgasmed several times.
He stood up and kissed my tits and then my neck. I felt his hardon on my leg. I wanted him to feel the pleasure I was feeling too. I dropped to my knees and felt his hardon. He now held my head and I just had to suck his cock.”
Ava…..
“What could you have done to stop yourself at this point, think about it, think back about how you could have stopped all this.”
Julie……
“You don’t understand. The excitement had taken me over. He was fucking my mouth and I was in a trance of enjoyment…more thrilling that anything in my life. I squeezed his butt cheeks and moaned. You see I wanted to feel his cum shoot in my mouth. I craved it and I was going to get it. He played with my hair and I heard him groan. I held his balls to feel the action. He held my head tight and his cum started shooting in. How can I describe it. Warm cum in my mouth made me orgasm in my vagina.
It’s the only thing that gives me that ultimate high I have to have. My hands felt his legs as he shot the last shots of cum in my mouth. His breathing and mine were awesome together. I held his hardon in my mouth as I swallowed every last drop. He jolted as I lick the end of his hardon. He panted for air and then he said: “I love you Julie, you make me feel so good.” I orgasmed again when he said that.
I’ll just have to find a way to keep young guys away from me to stop it.”
Ava……
“So to pinpoint this, your ultimate thrill is to have a young guy lick your vagina, and then you have oral sex with him. Correct?”
Julie said: “Oh Yes.”
“You have the right attitude Julie, I’m proud of your trying to control this. I’ll see you in two weeks. I have some pills that will help you.”
I stopped the playback and smiled. I thought…..who would ever guess this woman had this going on in her house. I went to work and decided not to discuss this with Ava about what I’d seen. She let me know she really didn’t want to know about anything I’d seen, but I could tell she was very curious.
This Julie was on my mind all day. She was so good looking and now so hot in the sex department. Then an idea hit me.
I should call and say there is a problem with her security system, and I need to come out and fix it. While I was there I could fix an undetectable camera in her secret closet and send the feed to my home computer.
———-
“Hi, I’m here to fix the security system.” She was so hot looking and in her usual robe. I fiddled with the main control and then told her I need to go up in the attic. I measured first to find the secret closet. I installed the pin hole camera and wired it in. It was hot up there and when I came down I took off my shirt and finished up. Here she came with a towel for me, and started right in rubbing me with it. She ask if I was thirsty. I said yes. She told me to wait in the hallway. She came back with some kind of mixed drink.
I gulped it down as she began to rub the towel on me again. I leaned forward on the wall and let her keep that up. That drink was strong and I hit me real good. I said: “Miss. …” She interrupted me and said: “Julie, just Julie.”
“You don’t know how good that feels on my sore back, ’Julie’,”. I felt her getting real close to my back. I could hear her heavy breathing and felt her breath on my neck. She said softly “ I have a sore back too, maybe we could …a…do…a mutual back massage on each other?”
The towel dropped to the floor as her bare hands took over rubbing on my back. She quietly moaned with pleasure. I slowly turned around and put my arms around her and started massaging her back. She already had her eyes closed and we got closer and closer together. She must have just put on an intoxicating perfume. It smelled so sexy and I was getting a hardon fast. She was panting and looked around. She said: “I think we better go in here in case some one walking by sees us.
There it was….her closet. She slowly walked us to it and opened the door. She moved us in and closed the door. Now her hands weren’t massaging my back, but feeling it very sexy like. I returned the favor and she pulled her pussy gently to me. She was out of breath as she reached for the hidden door knob. She whispered in my ear: (“…this is more private in here.”) In we went as she closed that door. She immediately dropped her robe. Even with the tiny light, I could see she was built nice. She moaned in my ear and her hand started down my short pants. She squeezed my hardon tight and gave out a big sigh. She worked my pants down and helped me take them off. She had me get on my knees and I knew what was next.
She pulled my mouth right into her wet pubic hair. Her weakness was to have a young guy lick her pussy. I was a little older but that didn’t seem to stop her at all. She was a tall woman, and I was shorter than her. She began to face fuck me real good and firm. I felt her body as she liked that and moaned as my hands felt her tits, ass and long legs. She fucked my tongue like it was a dick. Moaning and getting very hyper. She began to fast hump me as I sucked her clit hard. She said: “oh god….oh god“…and started to shake. She twitched and moaned as I guess she was having a climax on my tongue. Her pussy was gushing with juice as she leaned down and started kissing the top of my head. Her hands were trembling as he gasp for breath. She pulled me up and got on her knees. She quickly put my cock in her mouth…all the way in. I felt her wonderful tits as I was going to cum a big one. She began moans of pleasure as she jacked me and waited for ….
oh damn…I bucked as she dug her fingers into my butt cheeks. I shot big multi loads filling in her mouth. She whimpered, squirmed and swallowed as I kept pumping more in her. She sounded so satisfied as her moans told me. I ran my fingers thru her beautiful long hair as she gave out sexy pleasure moans, over and over again. This is what she craved so bad. It was the most intense hot blow job I’d ever had.
I got home and checked the camera I had set up in her secret closet. I backed the feed up in the chip. There is all was…. recorded. I could now relive that event forever.
I found a note in my pants pocket. It said: “Please check my security system any time you want.” – ’Julie’
Ava…..
Rules or no rules, I found myself wanting to know what Ron was up to. All he seemed to talked about was this Julie. My personal life was my own and I began to pry into Ron’s now sexual interest in Julie. With him naked in bed with me I found him eager to talk.
He told me everything.
Now I had to see that closet tape. The separation between my profession and my personal life was running together, and I found myself getting aroused by Ron’s venture. You hear women talk about many things they do, but this would be the first time to actually see it. To watch a young guy lick a woman and she having oral sex with him was to good to pass up. As a woman I had to deal with getting all aroused wanting to see my boyfriend having oral sex with her. He was so good at it on me, I wanted to see her reaction to that talented tongue of his.
I cozied up to Ron and said very sexy: “Ron…I want to see that closet recording. It’s kind of making me horny thinking about it.” How could he turn that down. Something that made his girlfriend horny? He headed for his laptop.
We snuggle together and watched the recording.
Her moans got to me. I had felt Ron’s tongue in me and I knew what she was feeling. We left the recording repeat itself as we had the most intense sex that night we’d ever had.
I ask him if he was going back? He was silent.
I said: “Oh Ron,….please do, these recordings are providing us with a great sex turn on. Did you know she has never had sex with an adult male before?, she just gets off on having oral sex with young guys. I would love to see her have full sex with a guy like you. That may snap her out of her obsession and go for regular adult guys“. Ron smiled. I had just given him my ’ok’ to go and have sex with Julie with the intent of helping her with her problem. I got on top of his naked body, I put my hands around his throat and said: “…You better not enjoy it!”…. we both smiled as I slipped his erection in my pussy. It was one glorious night continuing.
Ron…..
I called Julie to set a time to ’check out’ her security system. She let me in and we wasted no time. Our arms clamped around us and our tongues went wild. I had on coveralls and she had on a bright red robe. She pulled me in the closet fast as she was very hyper. We were naked in minutes as we never stopped kissing and feeling our bodies. I went down to lick her pussy to start.
She was already moaning and humping my face with her wet pussy. I felt her sweet tits as she felt my body. I stood up as she went down to suck on my hardon. I pushed her on her back and kissed her long legs. I slowly crawled on top of her. She tried to talk but was panting to much. I eased my hardon head in her some. Up came her legs and wide open. She managed to whisper: (“….I have dreamed…. about you….. being the first guy to have sex with….oh Ron…. I’m so excited …my heart might explode…I’ve wanted this with you so bad…”)
My hardon slipped right in but very tight. She liked it rough and pulled on my butt cheeks and her legs wrapped around me like a vise. She was finally getting with the right guy she was looking for.
Ava had told me she was waiting for just the ’right’ guy to have sex with but had to hang on to her young guy oral sex obsession. Now she could have both. What a wild fuck she was. She was noisy and let go with all she had. She locked me up tight in her grip and fucked hard. She kept saying: “Cum in me….cum in me now…oh yessss do it!” Her pussy squeezed my hardon so tight I had to cum.
It was like a bomb went off in both of us. She pulled my hair hard and shook. She bit her lips and then mine. I was in her world and loving it. I was her first climax and she didn’t want it to ever end. She kept fucking, shaking, squirming and lightly biting me.
She was the wildest girl I had ever fucked.
—–
“Hi, my name is Julie, I will be your camp counselor for any problems you boys may have. This is Ron, he is head of surveillance security. We’d just like to welcome you to…
“Camp Pussy Willow.”

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Scarlett’s Fingers

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Flat But Sexy

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Grandpa’s Journals: The Cowgirl’s Confidence, Partr 2

The sun rose the next morning just as it always does, in the East at around 6:30 in the morning to a cloudless sky. The mountains gave off a pinkish glow from the sunlight splashing off the snow covered peaks of the Three Sisters, just miles away from Sisters, Oregon and the home of my son’s ranch just on the edge of the Willamette National Forrest. As my grand daughter came out to tend her horses, she walked with a special step to her stride. It was one of pride and confidence for she had, on the previous night, let herself turn all of her anger over her looks aside and had fulfilled something that she didn’t know that she had in her. She had stimulated herself into a marvelous orgasm and she had done it in front of me, her loving grand father.
I had watched from my perch just outside of her window and even though she had turned off the light to her bedroom, I could still make out, under the glow of the of a full moon, the white image of her naked body as she felt, fondled and stimulated herself into a full fledged orgasmic release. It wasn’t her first one but it was her best, most intense one that she had ever had. She no longer felt like the Ugly Duckling of the family. She felt, and rightly so, sensual and desirable to the opposite sex. She felt beautiful, she felt alive.
I heard her singing loudly to her horse and its foal and I wondered if they knew just how wonderful she felt this morning. I didn’t even know the extent of her joyousness until I joined her at the barn and she came up and gave me a rather seductive hug and kiss right on my lips.
“Wow,” I whistled out loud. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”
She just stood there, looking up into my eyes starring, smiling and almost laughing at my question. “I woke up this morning feeling like a real woman, for the first time in my life, I wanted to get up and shout it out to the world. I am a woman and I am beautiful and nothing can take that away from me!” she said with so much enthusiasm that I honestly believed her when she said it. She gave me another hug and then said, “And I have you to thank for feeling this way.”
“Me? What did I do?” I asked incredulously.
“When you touched my legs at the ice cream parlor yesterday I knew right then that you thought that I was beautiful, that I was desirable, that you wanted to touch me, to caress me, to love me. I knew right then that no matter what I thought of myself, that you thought I was worth looking at. And if my grandpa thought so then maybe someone else would think so also,” she explained.
I thought of what she was so excited about for a minute and then said the only thing that I could think of at the time, “I think so, Susan honey,” I said with a tear in my eye. “I think that you are beautiful.”
We finished with her chores and walked back to the house hand in hand. Susan thought for a second and then told me that she had to go into town this morning and she didn’t want me to join her. I thought that this was rather strange but told her that I had some stuff to do over in Bend so I would see her this afternoon and turned to go into my rig. I wondered what she had on her mind but I decided that I would find out if and when she wanted to tell me.
The rest of the week flew by. Thursday was the big day for Susan to get her braces out and she spent the entire afternoon having her cavities filled before her graduation on Friday. I had talked with my son about the Lasik procedure that I wanted to give her for a graduation present and although he said it was too much money, gave me his blessing to go ahead and make all of the arrangements. I scheduled it for the middle of June and filled out an envelope with a note inside to give her on the evening of her graduation. She knew that I was thinking about it because I had accompanied her to the local eye doctor but she had no idea I had finalized the procedure.
On Friday around 2:30 in the afternoon, she had her hair styled and when I saw her come out into the living room of the house, I almost started to cry she looked so marvelously beautiful. Her fresh clean smile was no longer distracting to the onlooker and her long curly red hair had a soft, shorter wave to it and it was much more attractive than it use to be. She wore a nice green dress that made the color in her face stand out and shout, “Hey, look at me because I’m beautiful!” and all of the rest made me want to bust my seams with pride.
Even her brother and father took notice of the changes in her appearance but her mother’s reaction was priceless. After looking at her daughter for a moment, studying her up and down, she said, “Where was I when you became so beautiful?” and broke down into tears.
The graduation went off without a hitch. Everyone yelled and cheered when their senior came across the stage to receive their diploma. Some people had more than one group cheer them on but when it came time for Susan to get hers, there was a strange murmuring fill the room as you could hear the whispers asking who this beauty was.
I did not cheer nor did anyone else. Every eye in the place was following her as she walked across the stage yet no one knew who she was. I wanted to cry I felt so bad for her but the look on her face told me that it didn’t matter to her one bit,. so as she got the diploma from the principal, I stood up and chapped and shouted out at the top of my lungs, “Way to go Susan, I love you!” She stared at me with a big grin on her face as it turned an instant shade of crimson.
That night I was so anxious to go to her window and wait for her to disrobe for me. I looked at my watch and it said that it was past 10:30, in fact it was almost 11:00 o’clock. Just as I was about to give up and walk away, the light came on in her room and I saw my pajama clad grand daughter walk over to her dresser and pull something long and thin out of little tube and place it right by the night stand. It was a tampon and that told me there was not going to be any shows for a week or so.
It was just as well because the temperature turned down right hot for the month of June. It rose to near 100 during the afternoons and it didn’t cool down until much later in the night. Susan had had her eye surgery and had come through it fantastically. She now looked so beautiful without the glasses that my heart skipped a beat every time my own eyes made contact with hers.
My son and Brandon took their horses over to the Triple J to board them over there while my daughter-in-law traveled to San Francisco to attend a protest over some poor, little heard of animal or insect or something. That left us to ourselves, all alone at their ranch to do whatever we wished.
It was the middle of July when Susan came over to my rig one evening and knocked at my door. She sheepishly asked if I wanted to go for a walk and talk a little. I told her “Sure,” and wondered what she had on her mind. We hadn’t done much since graduation as far as really being with each other. I didn’t feel invited to come to her window at night and we never got a chance to be alone much with her mother around so much. But now she was asking me to go for a walk and to talk, so I had hopes for a rekindling of feelings between the two of us.
We walked along in silence for awhile, just enjoying the evening’s warm breeze. She said that she had been so busy lately with the horses and all and I told her that I had been also, but I didn’t try to explain what I was doing in town all the time. But when she ask me if I remembered back in June when she went into town and told me that I couldn’t come with her, well, she said that she had gone to the family doctor to get on the pill and that now she had been on them for over a month. She stopped and looked up at me, right into my eyes and asked, “Will you make love with me Grandpa? Will you show me what it’s like?”
I was dumbfounded, I was in shock at the question but I was turned on as hell with excitement. “Are you sure you want me to teach you about sex?” I asked her with doubt in my question.
She continued to look into my eyes as she just nodded her head yes and said, “Uh huh.”
“I got you something, it’s just a little present that I picked up in town the other day just in case we ever had the opportunity to go, ah you know, be alone together, kind of on a date or something. I’ll give it to you when we get back to my rig and if you seriously want to know if I would make love with you, the answer is in the present. My God, Susan, I‘ve hate to admit it but I’ve thought of nothing else since I saw you that night when you turned off your lights and, well, you know.”
She just turned down her eyes and whispered, “I know. I wanted to tell you this for over a month but I wanted to wait until I was sure that they were working. The Doctor said to wait for a full month before, ah, having relations so it had been a month now so when do you want to do it?”
“Let’s take it slow and naturally,” I said, trying hard to hide my enthusiasm. “How about we go back to my rig, I can give you my present and we can take it from there. Maybe we’ll do it tonight, maybe we’ll wait until tomorrow night,” I told her.
“Or maybe we’ll do it both nights?” she asked with smile on her face.
I laughed at her joke and bend down and gave her a big kiss on her lips. She responded to this show of affection with her arms around my neck, jaw extended, open mouth kiss right back as we melted into each others arms. I was pulling her so hard into me that I worried that I might hurt her tender little waist line but as she sighed in between kisses and pressed her hips into mine, my hands grabbed her by the butt and I pulled her off the ground. In doing so, she swung her legs around my waist and pressed her crotch into my groin area, kissing me as hard as she possibly could.
We were so turned on when we broke off the passionate groping of our bodies and walked back to my rig that I had trouble knowing what to do or to say. Stopping her outside, I went on in to retrieve my gift for her and when I came back out with the box, I told her to go back to her room, take a nice cleansing shower and put on the outfit that I had purchased for her. When she was ready, she was to come on back out and we would see where it led us.
She got a devilish grin on her face as she took the box under her arm and fairly flew back to the house to follow my instructions. I nervously took a quick shower of my own as I put on some nice clean clothes and settled down to wait for her to return. I wanted a drink but decided that I would refrain just this one time because I wanted to make sure that I had a full remembrance of this evening.
I waited and waited for her return while fidgeting with my shirt and trousers. I ran back into my rig to change my shirt back to the more casual one that I put on in the first place and was coming back out wondering if I should go back in and change it back when she stepped around the corner of the 5th wheel and I detected the softness of the flowing dress that she was wearing.
The dress looked absolutely fabulous on her and I got an instant hard on just looking at her wearing it. The white, soft cotton blouse was loosely cut into a peasant’s style that came down over the shoulders and was held up by the elastic band running through it and her breast line. The delicate embroidering on the two inch collar that covered her breasts had eyelets sown into the fabric and softly hung over the breasts accentuating the smooth flowing shoulders of the wearer.
The full, flowing skirt was made from yards of the same material with the eyelets embroidered into the lower third of the calf length garment and it swished around her legs as she walked. But as she crossed in front of the setting sun, I saw the best of my purchase in the matching panties that I detected her wearing underneath the flowing dress. My heart skipped a beat as she twirled around, sending the hem of the skirt flying outward and showing off her white delicately tapered legs.
She grinned at me with excitement as she stopped her spin and then held out her arms and asked, “Well, what do you think?”
“I think you look fantastic!” I said. “But the question is, what do you think?”
She came over to me to put her arms around my waist as she looked straight up in my eyes. Resting there with her crotch pressed into mine she said in low sexy voice, “It makes me feel all warm and sensual, like I’m trying to be as sexy as I can be. Those little embroidered panties really turned me on just looking at them and to wear them just for you, well…”
I gulped a breath of air as I tried to visualize them on her beautiful little body but my mind was too busy to recall the vision back from my memory so I just smiled and gave her a big hug. She asked me if I wanted to take her for another walk in the sunset and I indicated that I would like that so we slowing walked arm in arm towards the setting sun as we both tried to get control over our emotions.
As we walked towards the mountains and the setting sun behind them, I placed my hand on her shoulder and caressed it softly as well as her neck. She cuddled into my touch and then reached up with her hand and placed it right on top of mine and gave it a little squeeze. I rubbed her back briefly as I took my hand away again to purposely feel for a bra but my fantasies were realized when I felt only flesh under the blouse.
She looked up into my eyes as if to say, “I’m not wearing one,” and gave me a little smile of knowing. I almost melted right there as we slowly came to a halt. She turned in front of me and I had to ask her, “Susan Honey, would you do your ol’ grandpa a favor? Would you stand right there in front of the sunset, spread your legs a little and pick up your collar so I can see you better?”
She just smiled a nervous sort of smile, bit down on her lower lip and picked up the collar on the blouse of her dress. She very slowly separated her legs to let the sun shine through and expose my eyes to the most wonderful treat. I took my time to inspect every little aspect of the silhouette of her wonderful body, its fullness, its shape and its tantalizing whiteness as it shown under the shade of the dress. I could make out the image of her nipples as they began to stand out from her pink areolas. I could barely see the matching eyelets that adorned the panties that covered her most sacred area as she started to squirm under my scrutiny. I then held out my hand and said to her softly, “Let’s go back to the 5th wheel and get comfortable.”
We walked back to my RV in silence for the most part and I let my hand wandered down to rest on her hip and waist area. I could feel the bareness of her soft skin and then I felt the firmness of elastic line of the waistband so I ran one finger around on the edge for about an inch on either side and got terribly turned on just thinking of this evening.
As we got back to the rig, I let my hand trail down as she stepped up to enter the 5th wheel and I lightly touched her hip and her rear end. I got this strange sensation of need from deep within my soul but I knew that I should go slowly, very slowly and tenderly. This was her big moment and I didn’t want to do anything to spoil it. So I stepped up and entered after her and followed her into the living quarters of the rig. There I stopped her and as she turned around I pulled her close and put both arms around her shoulders.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked her tenderly.
“I think so,” she answered in a soft little voice.
“Do you want to talk or have a Coke or anything?” I asked, suddenly felling like a young teenager on his first date.
She just smiled and shook her head “no” and then took me by the hand and led me towards to bedroom. I followed her into the room and when we got there, standing right in front of the closet mirror, I put my hands on her shoulders and started to give her a gentle yet firm massage. Looking into my eyes through the refection, she gave me a smile as she almost closed her eyes in appreciation.
I was kneading her shoulders with my firm hands and she was really enjoying the stimulation that I was causing her muscles but when I lowered my touch down to her chest area and inserted them under the opening to her top, she ceased her breathing and opened her eyes for just a second before moaning out loud and re-closing her them.
My hands found her skin to be lusciously soft and tender as they went down the inside of her blouse. But as they reached her full, firm breasts and settled right on top of them, I also had to remember to let out my air that I had been holding before I started getting light headed.
I found her nipples with my fingers and stopped to twist and pull on them just a little before taking all of her breasts into my palms. She had her head back on my shoulder with her eyes tightly closed, enjoying every second of the manual stimulation that I was affording her, as they cradled into each hand. I would heft them gently by bouncing them up and down but when I gripped them firmly into my grasp and pressed them flat against her chest, she opened her mouth and gave out a mighty groan of pleasure, letting me know what a glorious feeling I was bring to her.
I slid the elastic neckline of the peasant’s blouse down around her elbows, exposing her ripe breasts to my eyes and even more to my manual assault. She opened her eyes just long enough to observe my hands on her breasts and a quick glance up into my eyes before she leaned her head back into my shoulder and closed them once again to feel the firm groping of her beautiful full breasts. They were superb in every way imaginable; so soft, so firm and so white because of her fair complexion. But as I continued to massage them, I began to crave her more and more.
I began to kiss her neck as my hands continued with their work. She was staining her chin upward, opening her throat up to my oral assault. I began to remove her arms from the blouse of her dress, urgently pulling it down and thrusting her arms through the gaping holes until the blouse fell down to her waist where it gathered in a heap. Now she was bare from the waist up and I was devouring her with my eyes.
Feeling the freeness of the cool night air on the skin on her bare chest, she turned around and greeted me with her hips pressing into my groin as she threw her arms around my neck and drove her body into mine. She ground it into me as I ground back into her while I walked her back to the bed and gently laid her down. I kept her in my arms and softly lay down on top of her. She moaned out loud in between our kisses as I drew up my knee up to place it directly on her crotch.
She was kissing me hungrily now with the passion that was building inside of her as I was frantically trying to undo the buttons on my shirt. She opened her eyes and helped me with this endeavor and soon had it flying to the floor while fidgeting with my belt buckle. This time it was I who succeeded in opening up my pants and it was I who soon had them sliding down my legs and onto the floor. Now, looking down at her bare chest and those two perfectly giggling masses, I threw myself down upon them and took them deep into my mouth.
Gripping one in my tight fist with just the areola and her nipple protruding out between my fingers, I licked and chewed on that spot as she thrust up her chest to feel the thrill that I intended. I was mad with my lust for this girl and I was starting to build up to a gigantic orgasm when I suddenly stopped and told myself that this wasn’t for me but for Susan. I had to control myself and make this all about her and her desires. I had to slow down.
I got up to my knees and slid my underwear down and off of my legs. I looked down at my grand daughter lying there on my bed, naked from the waist up with the skirt of the wonderfully soft sexy dress that I had bought for her riding up her white trim legs. One was bent at the knee and was placed outward and the other one was spread out slightly. I could see her pale white skin show through the skirt and as she slowly opened her eyes to see what was next, I extended my hand out and down to rest it right over her bent knee onto her inner thigh and start the slow process upward to find the junction between the two.
Gathering the skirt up in a ball as my hand made its way up between her legs, I could see her two white thighs slowly come together into a “Y” as they met at the white cotton panties. The matching embroidered eyelets in the underwear allowed a few tuffs of red public hair to stick through the openings and I gained even more excitement from this exposure. My heart was beating rapidly just hearing her pant out her breaths and her hands clutched at the covers on the bed. As I touched her right on the junction, she cried out loud and sucked in on her tummy as she threw her legs widely apart.
I cupped her warm, moist place with my hand and pressed my fingers in between her legs as she continued to squirm out her approval. Rubbing the crotch of the panties right into the moisture was causing a stain laden spot to form on them as I moved my other hand up the outside of her hip, taking the rest of the skirt up to gather at her waist. Then, with both of my hands, I gathered up the entire dress into my hands, pulled the elastic waistband over her hips and down her legs, and soon had it lying in a pile right next to the one of mine.
Looking back up at her two straight white legs, then up to the vision of her two beautiful breasts and the distance between the two that was separated only by a thin covering of cotton fabric, my heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat at the thought that I was soon be doing to and with this beautiful grand daughter of mine. I almost shed a tear of gratitude just thinking about it.
I leaned over and crawled up between those two legs, up until I was resting on my knees right at her wide spread knees, all the while, never taking my eyes off of the prize that was waiting for me. I reached out my hand and placed it right on her crotch once again and started to rub my fingers along her little slit, back and forth until she gasping for air and groaned out her excitement. As I continued to fondle her beautiful pussy through her panties, the moisture began to flow out of her opening and the aroma was more than I could take.
Reaching up to her waistband and pulling down on the panties, I started the long progress down over her hips and down her slim legs. She raised her knees and I slid them over her backside and off of her feet. Her red bushy pubic mound stood brilliant against her lily white thighs but as I placed her legs on either side of my knees, I knew that I had to taste her wonderful, wet pussy and taste it soon. Taking her by the knees with both hands, I spread her out and placed my face directly down on her hot little cunt.
She erupted when I first placed my tongue in between her lips, crying out loud, “OH MY GOD GRANDPA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
I slid my tongue up to taste her little nubbin and that brought out another cry of ecstasy. She was thrashing her hips wildly up and down and to and froe in a panic to get away from the stimulation that I was forcing upon her. But suddenly, she dug in her heels and started raising her hips up in a rhythmic motion that told me that now was the time.
I worked my knees up to where they were resting just at her butt with my rock hard cock sticking straight out at her opening. Placing it right between her lips, I nestled it into contact with her vagina and slowly pressed forward. She held her breath as it started into its journey up between her reluctant outstretch vaginal muscles, deep into her womb where no one had ever ventured before. As it reached its full depth and stopped, she let out her breath and mumbled, “Oh Grandpa, it feels so good.”
I told her that I was glad and I wanted it to be good for her and that I would try to control myself but at that very moment, I could feel my loins start to give off that tale-tale sign of an impending orgasmic release and I knew that I had to hurry if I was going to get her off too. I withdrew it to its length and then reversed myself and rammed it home with meaning this time.
She grunted loudly but threw herself into my movement. She wasn’t used to having something rammed up into her vagina but she took to it almost instantly. She griped the covers into her two hands, spread her legs out wide and started ramming her hips up to meet my every thrust. As she built up to her release in a few more short thrusts from both of us, we jointly spewed out our fluids at the same time as we rocked the 5th wheel almost off of its stands.
Over and over she cried out at the top of her lungs, “OH GOD GRANDPA, I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, PLEASE OH PLEEAASSSEEEE!” She arched her back and had one of the greatest orgasms that I have ever witnessed. She strained her hips skyward and accepted my every thrust deep within her aching vagina and every ounce of my spitting sperm as it shot out of my rock hard cock.
We both came down from our adventure into a state of exhaustion and slumber. I couldn’t remember being so turned on in my life, except for when I was with Lori a few months ago and I only hoped for this feeling would replay itself many more times before I had to leave. I settled down into my love’s arms to rest and to reflect. I felt so much love for her and then she whispered into my ear, “I love you Grandpa, I really do love you.”

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Fiction

Trail of tears

It’s nice to have a trail that kids use to transit to school right outside my back door. This will be an ongoing story.

Fiction

When In Rome – 07

Author’s NotesI’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I’m still writing. I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :]
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________[u]CASSIUS[u]
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.
Everything was so new to her, so exciting. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of.
Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were. Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry. “It’s better than I’d dreamed of.”
He laughed as he led her over the stall. “Come, meet Agnes.”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius. One was Callia. Agnes was the other. He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand. She had to be at least seventy years old. She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.
“Cassius.” Agnes beamed at him. “Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.”
He laughed. “This is Callia. My sister.”
“Ohh.” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie. “Well, she is as pretty as the men all say. I didn’t expect her to be so.. Small. Pretty little runt, though. Hello, then, child. Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall. Her eyes were wide as she examined everything. “I’ve never seen the market before.”
“You should see this one, child. Look.” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius. “The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes. Never seen a stone like this before.”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes. She was trying to be kind. Well, be kind and make a sale. She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring. It pissed him off.
Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring. Agnes had been right. It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.
“Well, try it on.” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.
“Let’s see.” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it. “Perfect fit. How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light. She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes. “But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.”
Fuck Lykos. Callia had nothing. She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned. She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her. He could give her this.
Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.
“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand. “One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.
When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.
“I’ll hold it for you. Keep it around my neck until we leave here.”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.
They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.
He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.
“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming. Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. “Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword. Slowly. Calmly.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.” Callie spoke up from behind him. “His wife is Julia. She was my friend before she got sold. She came from Britain like my mother.”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.
“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.” Titus didn’t even look at her. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Callia, stay.” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie. “I don’t know who is in the woods.”
He watched Titus. The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were ringed with black circles.
“I just want her home, Cassius. I won’t say a word.” His jaw clenched. “You can kill as many fucking whores as you want. Just let my wife go.”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled. “You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes. I know who you are.” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady. He looked terrified. “If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now. Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted. He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it. “What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken. Rope on the bed. Blood and.. Blood and cum on the sheets.”
Cassius paused. “When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.”
She could still be alive. Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.
“Put your sword away. I don’t have your wife.” He shook his head, irritated. “I’ve got to take Callia home. Meet me in the center of the market at midnight. I’m going to catch this bastard. Work with me. Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded. “If this is a trick. If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.”
“You can try.”
*[u]CALLIA[u]
She knew the look on his face.
He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head. His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh. Her tongue darted across her lips. She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed. The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body. His eyes never left hers. His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second. She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face. She froze. She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest. She knew that look, too. Surely he wasn’t..
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes. They soaped her again as her brother watched. Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried. The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling. Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over. He would beat her tonight. She knew it without him having to say it. She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment. There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand. It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye. She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed. Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him. She wanted him to take what was his. Her. She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her. His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it. His fingertips dug into her flesh. “Don’t speak unless given permission. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.” His hand closed tighter. “Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes, Dominus.” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her. Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath. She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her. She couldn’t look at it. He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through. He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life. She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt. She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it. This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could. She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes. He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there. Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty. Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could. But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh. She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her. He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan. She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board. He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.. To his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his. He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear. She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck. “Speak.”
This was it. Her first beating since.. But it was Cassius. She could do this. She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.”
He stepped away, and left her there. She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath. Tightened her muscles. Everything the rational side of her knew not to do. But the hit didn’t come. He was silent and she couldn’t see. She didn’t count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. She barely breathed.
The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadn’t touched her skin, but she cried out anyway; her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didn’t speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she hung there, helpless and restrained.
The whip sounded again, and her entire body tensed again to brace for the impact. The sound seemed closer this time, but there was no pain. He hadn’t hit her. But he would. She just didn’t know when. That frightened her more than knowing it was coming. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the heat on her cheeks.
Anxiety tightened in her chest. She could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart; could think of nothing but the sound of the cracking whip and the memory of what her father’s whip had felt like as it split the skin on her back. She felt her tears seeping into the blindfold.
When the third crack rang out and still did not touch her skin, she sobbed out loud. He’d commanded her not to speak, but that was alright because she couldn’t form words.
She lost track of the cracks that didn’t make contact with her flesh, until she could no longer hear them over the roar of her heart in her ears and the sounds of her sobs. She shook violently, the belt digging into her skin, until she could barely hold herself upright on her feet.
When his whip finally cracked her skin, it was almost a relief. The pain of reality didn’t compare to the pain she’d been imagining in her mind and she gasped in a shaking, ragged breath. It may not have been as hard as she was prepared for, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Fire spread across her back in a razor thin line and she gagged as she remembered what she had felt like at her father’s mercy when she’d felt the first trickle of hot blood running from one of the cuts on her back. The room she was in should have smelled like soap, lotion, firewood and Cassius. But her mind refused to let her smell anything but metal and blood and sweat.
By the third crack of the whip on her back, the ropes around her wrists felt like metal cuffs.
By the fifth, she could smell the spicy scent of the perfume her father wore.
By the tenth, she was quiet and sagging against her restraints – numb, out of focus; living in a perfect recreation of what she considered her own personal Tartarus. It was all in her mind, and she was left there reliving phantom whip strikes long after the room had went silent. Long after she’d been untied.
Nothing made sense to her, if it registered at all. The soft thing beneath her body. The strong, warm things around her waist. That vaguely familiar voice talking to her from so far away.
The world was still black.
*[u]CASSIUS[u]
His hands were shaking as he laid his little sister on the bed. He couldn’t take off her blindfold – not yet. Because for all the tears in her eyes, there were more in his.
He felt nauseated.
He was sure she had thought he lost control. He hadn’t. Every second of what he’d done to her, the sensory deprivation, the fear, the mind-fuck of whipping empty air just because it would terrify her.. He’d done it on purpose. She was in her “dark place” now, something he’d only seen very few times because he’d quickly learned how to avoid it.
And today he’d used that knowledge to take her there intentionally. But not for the reasons she would think.
He’d been beaten. Dozens, maybe a hundred times. He understood it and he understood Callia. This trip, this.. Descent into her own world of personal torment was inevitable.
Tomorrow she would go back to work, and any man who could pay the price could beat her in any fashion they chose. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But eventually it would have come to this. And Callia would be in this helpless state, completely at the mercy of a stranger who didn’t see her as a girl, a person. Someone who saw her as a toy. This unresponsive, broken shell would more than likely enrage whoever paid for a willing slut. There was no telling what would be done to her then.
But if he was the one to take her there.. He could control how she was brought out of it. He could care for her, make her feel safe.[/]
He kissed her forehead as he untied her blindfold. She blanched, squinted up at blankly for a second before she averted her eyes. Her body tensed, and tried to struggle out from under him. He lifted his arms, watching warily to see what she would do. His chest ached as she stumbled to the edge of the bed, and he reached out to grab her, but he wasn’t fast enough.
She fell sideways off the side of the mattress and landed hard on the floor. Her little brain didn’t even seem to register that as she pulled herself up onto her knees. In a perfect little slaves’ pose.
He crept toward her slowly, so as not to startle her. He sat next to her and pulled her body into his chest. She didn’t fight him, but every inch of her body was tensed as he pulled her into his lap. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her tight against his chest, pressed kisses against the top of her head. He whispered softly to her as he stroked her head.
“Where are you right now, Callie?”
The tiny modicum of relaxation she’d gained vanished. She froze. “Right here, Dominus.”
“Look at me,” he sighed, and tilted her face to his. “Who am I, Callie?”
There was nothing in her eyes, no light. They were flat, near dead. Blank but for a small hint of confusion.
“You’re my master.”
“No.” He rested his forehead gently against hers as he cradled her body. “Look at me Callie. See me.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you desire from me, Domi-”
He silenced her with his lips on his and stood up with her in his arms. He laid her back on his bed and climbed on top of her, resting on his elbows.
“Tell me my name, my love.”
She shuddered underneath him, and when she spoke he could hear the tears in her voice.
“Cassius.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw. He laid his head in between her shoulder and chin. “Who am I, Cal?”
“Um.” She swallowed hard and he felt her turn slightly towards his. When he felt her body relax against his, just a little, a bit of the tightness in his chest eased. “My brother.”
“Yes.” His fingertips stroked her belly, and her head lulled back. “Where are you, Callie?”
“I-in your bed.”
“In [i]our bed,” he corrected. He moved back on top of her. She was coming back. Slowly, but his girl was in there somewhere. He could see that fire, that curiosity in her eyes. “Our bed, Callie.”
The ring, the one he’d bought her at the market, hung from his neck and rested just between her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Cassius.” She looked away. “I got scared.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her kisses weren’t soft, they were hungry. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit at her bottom lip, and her hips arched up against him. He pulled her up and rested her back against his pillows so that she was almost sitting upright.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her legs apart and laid between them. His eyes met hers when his mouth was just inches away from her cunt. “Watch me, Callie. Like I watch you.”
Even from here, he could see the dried tears on her face. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spread her legs wider and pressed his lips against her clit. He toyed with her cunt with his fingertips, but didn’t slide them inside. Not yet.
He trailed his tounge down from her clit to her hole and back up, watched her eyes almost close as her hips rocked up.
“Don’t close your eyes, Callie.”
He sucked hard at her clit, and heard her soft gasps. He watched her back arch as he finally slid a finger inside her cunt. She was always tight; her little cunt was perfect. Sweet and wet, and gripped his finger hard as he tasted her pussy. The taste of her cunt was something he couldn’t get enough of. He craved it. Now that he’d had her on his tongue he had no idea why he’d waited so fucking long to bury his face between his sister’s legs.
“Cassius?” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she pressed her hips up against his face. “I.. I n-need..”
He pressed a loud kiss against her clit. “Yes, my love? Tell me, sweet sister. What do you need?”
“I’m close. I’m.. Oh Gods,” she moaned out loud, her legs tightening against his hands. “I want to cum with your cock inside me, Cassius. Please. Fuck me.”
He sucked harder as she spoke, her words driving him half fucking mindless. She screamed as he slammed his finger inside her one last time. Yes, she was starting to shake for him.
He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream between his lips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. His fucking hand was shaking, body tight with the need to be inside her. But he teased her first, listened to her beg as he trailed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he teased, watching her tight little body writing underneath him.
Her eyes widened and she gaped up it him. “I love you cock. I need it. I want to feel it, Cassius, I want to feel it spread my little cunt open and pound inside. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum spill inside me.”
He slammed inside her before she’d even finished speaking, and she screamed as her hips back against him. She slammed up, meeting every single thrust. She slammed her cunt against him every bit as hard as he slammed his cock inside her, and it didn’t take long. Five thrusts, maybe six, before her words lost all meaning. She was still talking, but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying other than the occasional ‘please.’ He never slowed his pace. His little sister wanted his cock inside her when she came, and that was what she gave her. He drilled into that hot, tight little cunt even as it trembled around him, got even wetter than before. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep himself from following her.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he slowed his thrusts. Not to let her recover, but to let himself.
“Cassius?” She peered up at him through half lidded, confused eyes.
He buried his cock deep inside her and stayed there, barely rocking against her hips. “Yes, my love?”
She bit her lip and rocked her hips up against him with her little, freckled nose crinkled. What in the hell was she thinking so hard about.
Finally, the confusion lifted, just a little. “Well, I love cock.”
He couldn’t help it. He never laughed. No one ever made him laugh. But he collapsed on top of her, roaring. That’s what she’d been so confused about? He could feel her cunt squeezing around his cock, each laugh making him shake inside her. “Yes, dear sister. I know you love cock.”
“No, Cass-” She whined, and tried to stomp her foot – which was awkward and cute considering she was laying on her back. “Let me figure out what I’m trying to say.”
He was still laughing softly above her.
“Okay,” she blew out a breath, and rocked her hips against his like it was helping her think. “I know that you can love cock. You can love getting fucked. But.. Can you love a person?”
He froze, and every bit of the humor he’d seen in the situation melted away. His chest pounded, his stomach clenched tight with nerves as he stared down at Callia. He studied the quizzical expression of her beautiful little face.
“Yes, Callia.” He told her softly. “You can love a person.”
“Cass?” She pressed her hips against his and rocked them in small, satisfied circles. His sweet little sister stared up at him with his cock buried balls-deep inside her cunt and smiled. “I love you.”
Every muscle in his body tightened, hummed like a bowstring as he pulled out and pounded back inside her. His cock throbbed, ached, and so did he as he pounded inside her.
“Do you, Callia?” He didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “How much?”
“Even more than I love getting fucked.” She giggled beneath him between her sharp cries as her cunt took his cock.
His hand wrapped around her throat as he drove back inside her, and he watched her choking and bucking under him as he slammed his cock inside her. He lost himself in the thrusts, putting the full weight of his body behind every stroke. Her body rocked backward with each stroke, her head hit the headboard every time his balls slapped against her ass. He’d never fucked her quite this hard, never felt quite like this – this full bodied abandon as he tried to fuck past her cunt.. To fill her entire body up with his. He let go over her throat, pulled her legs up over his shoulder and focused on nothing but her screams and the way her body gripped him. He wanted to make her cum again, needed to hear her scream those words as they came together.
It didn’t take her long; that sweet little body started to shake under him. He bit at her calf as he held on trembling foot in his hand.
“Tell me again, Callie. Tell me when you cum on my cock.”
She grinned as her hands found the head board behind her, and she locked her arms out straight, pushing her body towards his. He filled her, and when her legs started to shake and he watched his little sister come with his cock inside her, screaming that she loved him.. He fucking lost it.
He wasn’t silent when he came either, not this time. He collapsed on her with a long, low growl as he filled her wet, shaking little cunt up with his cum. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her when she collapsed on top of her body.
His lips pressed up against her ear, and he whispered softly words that only she would ever hear from his lips.
“I love you.”

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