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Wet melodies – A bad craving

Hello again, I decided to try a different point of view, hopefully it’ll be different from what I’ve written and add a new zest that you’ll like~
*note: I do not condone forced sex in any manner, it’s just used as a fantasy here that should stay that way*
With that, enjoy!

Poem

tears_(0)

This poem was inspired by how I handled becoming epileptic when I was twenty-two. Here’s your sex:
I got fucked when epilepsy changed my life.
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tears-
the wounds are small
I rationalize
denial is my patch
but the pressure builds
pressure on my heart
pain in my throat
my eyes spring leaks
small drops of relief
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What do you do when an epileptic has a seizure in a bathtub?
You run quick and get the soap and dirty laundry.
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Hoping against hope that you’ll leave me my favorite type of comment I’ll reply in advance: Fuck you too.
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Has anyone already figured out that unreasonable anger is a common side effect of my latest epilepsy medicine? Very good, I’m impressed.
For the curious, it’s called levetiracetam and the prescription did come with counseling so you’re a year late if you’re here to tell me I need a shrink, I’m already seeing a good one. The fucked up memory, headaches, impaired cognition and language skills are all a bonus. Talking face to face if you didn’t know me, you’d think I’m even more stupid than you already do.
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TMI? Why didn’t you stop reading? lol
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Fantasm

Innocence Enslaved part 6 (2nd half of chapter 2): Discovery

This is for those who read parts 1-5. I’ll be uploading parts 5 & 6 as a single chapter (chapter 2) soon. Apologies for taking so long. Also if you don’t like it, please say why in the comments so I can improve, and don’t give it a neg rating just because you don’t like the themes – they’re tagged so if you don’t like rape, incest etc just don’t read it.

True Story

A summer with my stepsister Mary, part 2

This continues on from part one, which started off slowly, but as you’ll see,we get right into the action in this part. This is a true story that happened between my little stepsister and I many years ago. I appreciate all the reader’s comments and suggestions from the first part, and also some of the helpful emails that I got. There are more parts to this story to follow…

Fiction

The Nerd -Epilog

The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”

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Fantasm

Evangeline

“Do you want to live?”
The cold steel and velvet voice came from somewhere above me. In the thin, pale glow of the moon I could see the angel standing over me. Her softly curling hair was the same pale, pale gray as her skin and robes. She looked down at me with great sorrow in her shadowed eyes, holding her deathly pale hands out to me.
“I sense the strength of your will. Your appetite for life,” the voice came again from somewhere nearer. “Evangeline, do you want to live?”
“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.
The angel wept as the shadow kneeling at my side rose over me and lifted me into his arms. Even through his clothing I could feel the coldness of his skin. It was a welcome relief to the oppressive heat. Even at night the air was heavy with humidity.
As he turned I reached toward the angel and our hands touched. Her marble skin was warmer than that of the solid shadow carrying me away from her. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head against his shoulder, my forehead resting against the icy skin of his neck. We flew straight up into the nearly black sky.
I woke in a bed much grander my own. Fine, white netting hung around the sides and there was an ornately painted, wooden canopy above me. The netting made it seem as though I were viewing the room through a fog.
I sat up to look for an opening. My head throbbed painfully and I laid back against the pillows. The pain subsided.
“You’ll feel better once it’s done.”
The voice from the night before, more velvet, now, than cold steel. I sat up again. Frowning at the pain in my head, but determined to to see the face this seductive voice belonged to, I grasped the netting and pulled it back.
He leaned against the wall in a dark corner, a tall, slender figure. His face was pale. My marble angel come to life, perhaps. His eyes were shadowed.
“Tell me your name,” I demanded.
He laughed softly. “I don’t remember it,” he said. “Give me a new name.”
“How does one forget their name?” I asked him sliding my legs over the side of the bed.
“No one has spoken it to me in the last millennium,” he said starting slowly toward me.
He avoided the slanting rays of sunlight that shone through the slats of the shutters. His progress didn’t stir the dust that lay thick on the wooden floor. He seemed to glide across the space between us.
He knelt at my feet and turned his face up to mine. I stared mutely, awestruck by his beauty. He was, most certainly, an angel sent to rescue me from my despair. Though I had never taked a white man as a lover before, I wanted to touch his pale cheek, to wind my fingers into his silky, auburn hair and pull him up to meet his full, perfectly curved lips with mine.
A slight smile lifted the corner of his mouth. I met his pale blue eyes. He knew where my thoughts had taken me.
“What is my name?” he asked gently pushing my knees apart so he could kneel between my thighs.
“Henri,” I breathed softly.
He chuckled. It was the dry rustling of dead leaves in a hot, late summer breeze. “Call me after your dead lover?” he asked wryly. “I think not. What is my name?”
I reached out and laid my hand against his cheek. It was as smooth as polished marble and as cold as winter in some far northern clime. “Gabriel,” I said.
“How romantic,” he said, his voice slightly mocking. “Gabriel will do.”
He rose to his feet in one gracefully fluid movement, and his hands under my arms lifted me as though I were a child and set me farther back on the mattress. With one knee on the bed, he leaned toward me. I laid back and reached up to pull the hem of his loose shirt from the waist of his tight trousers. He untied the drawstrings at his wrists and pulled the fine cotton garment off over his head as I undid the laces on the front of his pants.
“No zippers?” I asked as I pushed the soft black fabric down over his hips.
“No,” he answered as he straightened to remove them. He untied the drawstring at the waist of his linen under shorts.
“No elastic,” I said.
His ashen hands paused in their task, amusement lit his eyes. He fingered the small, round pieces of carved shell adorning the fly on the front of his shorts. “Buttons,” he offered with a quietly musical laugh.
He let the shorts fall and stepped out of them as he rejoined me on the bed. “Why so fascinated with my garments?” he asked as he hovered over me.
I would have pointed out to him that I was no longer intrigued by his fashion sense, but my voice had deserted me. His cock, only half erect, was the largest I’d ever seen. His eyes followed my gaze and as he looked back up his cold fingers under my chin raised my eyes to meet his.
“Frightened?” he asked with a slightly unpleasant smile.
I didn’t flinch. “Excited,” I replied.
He turned his head slightly and inhaled deeply through his nose. “Yes,“ he said looking down at me as he exhaled through his mouth. “I can smell it on you.”
His breath, a cool breeze, stirred my hair and caressed my heated cheek. I breathed in bayou cypress, sweet grass and freshly opened graves. I wanted his lips on mine. I reached for him and he came willingly into my arms.
His mouth was sweet, like chewing on sugar cane. In his arms my skin cooled and I could breathe again. The air around him was clean and free of the oppressive humidity of summer in the deep south. I would have been content to spend the next few hours feeling his cooling weight pressing against me and his mouth moving softly on mine.
I sighed and murmured my protest when he pushed up onto his knees. He only left me long enough to slide his long fingers along the low neckline of the sleeveless shift I was wearing. He grasped the thin cotton in his fists and ripped it from the bodice to the hem.
I didn’t really care. It wasn’t mine. “You could have just pushed it up,” I said as he laid down on me again.
“I want your skin against me,” he said as his lips captured mine.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth and pushed his hard cock insistently against the tender flesh between my thighs. “Put it in,” he demanded as his mouth left mine to explore the contours of my throat. They were familiar words.
“I’m not ready,” I said, slightly alarmed. “You’re huge. If I’m not wet enough you’ll tear . . .”
I cried out in pain as his fingers gripped my chin tightly. He rubbed his icy cheek against mine, his lips close to my ear. “Put it in,” he said coldly.
I reached between our bodies to close my trembling fingers around his thick, rock hard staff and guide the head of his massive cock to my cunt. I rubbed the tip against the tight opening in my body, but there was no lubricating pre-cum oozing from his prick to ease his entrance.
“Gabriel, please . . .” My plea became a long scream as he shoved himself roughly into my unprepared vagina.
He pulled back and slammed into me. I gasped as his pelvis hit mine hard. In two savage thrusts he had impaled me on the length of his monstrous cock. He began to fuck me violently, not caring that his pleasure was causing me agony. He slid easily in and out of my ravaged body, his exquisitely fierce strokes eased now by my blood.
“Intoxicating,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against mine. “The way you feel . . . so tight, so warm . . . and the scent of your blood.”
His thrusts slowed as though he were savoring the sensations. His lips searched blindly for mine and I turned my head away. He laughed knowing that I was denying myself as much as I was him.
“You’re angry with me,” he whispered against my ear.
“You didn’t need to be so rough,” I said petulantly.
“But I did,” he insisted. “Your last human experience should be memorable. This is what you want. What you need.”
He was right, but there was no way he could have known that. His hand moved to my firm, round breast and my back arched as he squeezed it mercilessly before twisting my nipple cruelly.
“Gabriel,” I groaned and he pounded my cunt with renewed force using his huge cock like a battering ram.
I rocked against him, meeting his brutal thrusts. He wrapped his left hand in my dark, wavy hair and pulled hard until, with tears of pain streaming from my eyes, I turned my head and accepted his kiss. He continued to torture my breast with his right hand and fucked me like a demon until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My hands slid frantically down his back to clutch at his clenching buttocks as I attempted to draw him deeper. My body trembled violently on the edge of my orgasm for what felt like an eternity before I plummeted into the swirling chaos of pain and extreme pleasure.
He moaned as he felt my tight pussy convulse around his massive cock. He wrapped me in his arms and fucked me through an endless climax. When I was completely spent I felt him pull out and murmured my protest at his sudden abandonment.
My disappointment was short lived. He pushed my thighs apart and lifted my hips to lap hungrily at the mixture of my fragrant juices and the blood still flowing from my ravaged cunt. I laid still and limp while he moaned between my thighs, pushing his cold tongue as far into me as he could. His winter frigid hands on my vulva and his icy tongue licking at the walls of my swollen pussy were soothing and my hips started moving of their own volition as he continued in his devotions to my femininity.
I wound my fingers into his silky hair and thrust my cunt against his mouth as he licked me to another earth shattering orgasm. While my body was still wracked by the spasms his mouth had caused he slid up my body trailing arctic kisses across my heated skin.
He pushed into me again, grunting as he glided easily into my still convulsing cunt. “You’re wet enough, now,” he murmured against my lips.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth wanting to taste myself on him. His tongue circled mine as he began to thrust his cock into me slowly. I wrapped my arms around him and rocked my hips in unison with his.
“You don’t cum,” I said softly.
“I don’t ejaculate,” he said, “but have no doubt that your body affords me a great deal of pleasure.”
I smiled and moved one hand to stroke his smooth cheek. “How did you know?” I asked him. “Did you read my mind?”
“No,” he said, his cold hands sliding over my ribs to explore the curve of my waist. “It was in his mind.”
“Whose mind?” I asked frowning in confusion.
“Your man,” he said, his hands gliding over my hips and down my thighs. Wordlessly he urged me to wrap my legs around his waist and I obliged.
“Henri?” I asked even more confused.
He lifted his head to look down at me. “Everything in his mind, everything he was feeling, it was all mine when I took him.”
“You murdered Henri?” I asked as he continued to thrust into me with long, slow strokes.
“I thirsted. He stumbled into my path. You’ll be no more discriminating than I once you’re changed.”
I still held him in my arms and met his thrusts. His admission to having killed the man I’d loved since I was a child did nothing to lessen the pleasure of his body moving with mine.
“I should probably be troubled by that,” I said.
He laughed. “You’re living in the half light now. You won’t be troubled by much.”
“The half light?”
“It’s what a human is left to after a vampire feeds without finishing,” he said. “Am I too cold for you?”
I laughed. “In this heat?” I asked stroking his cheek. “You feel like heaven.”
He grinned wolfishly. “More like hell,” he said. “You’re an odd human. Most people are repelled by our touch.”
I looked into his beautiful face as I ran my hands over the smooth muscles flexing in his back. “There’s nothing about you that repels me,” I assured him. “You’re trying to change the subject.”
He rose onto his knees and sat back on his heels while lifting me so I was upright, straddling his hips, deeply impaled on his enormous cock. I clasped my hands behind his neck and started to slide up and down on him enjoying this new angle of penetration immensely. Every downward stroke brought my engorged clit in contact with the base of his massive member.
“I wasn’t,” he said softly as I began to move faster.
“Wasn’t what?” I mumbled, having trouble focusing on anything other than than the orgasm building in my loins.
“Trying to change the subject,” he said smiling as his hands glided over my hips to cup my ass.
“Mmmmm hmmmm.” It was all I could manage to get out at the moment.
He leaned away from me and let his head fall back. He was breathing as rapidly as I was, his blue eyes glazed with pleasure as I moved up and down on his huge pole, rocking and rotating my hips as I ground my clit against him.
I rode him to a thundering orgasm and as my cunt began to contract around his cock, his head came up and his eyes opened wide. He looked stunned and his breathing was ragged as he lifted me on his rampant penis and laid me back on the the bed to thrust wildly into my convulsing pussy.
The growl that issued from his throat started as a low rumble and built until it roared from is lips as he pushed so far into me that it felt as though her were trying to crawl up into my womb. He collapsed onto me and I held him as he trembled from the force of his climax.
His breathing slowed and stopped completely as he lay spent in my arms. After a long while he lifted his head and kissed me tenderly before looking into my eyes with aching wonder.
“That never happens,” he said stroking my hair reverently. “I feel the desire, the longing, and it’s always pleasurable, but that . . . I haven’t felt anything like that since I became this thing that I am now.”
“It will always be this way for us,” I said and I knew with absolute certainty that it would.
“Stay with me,” he said fiercely. “Be my lover, my eternal companion. And I will worship at the altar of your body every day until the last star burns out.”
“You need only promise me one thing more, my sweet angel, and I’m yours until time ends,” I said caressing his face.
“Anything,” he breathed huskily. “You have but to ask.”
“Say my name to me often. Don’t let me forget it.”
He planted quick, light kisses over my face. “Evangeline,” he murmured. “Evangeline. Evangeline, my love. My Evangeline.”
I laughed. It was pure joy. “Will I still love you?” I asked. “After.”
“Do you love me?” he asked smiling softly.
“I do. I love you, Gabriel.”
“I’m death,” he whispered in awe, “and you love me.”
“Will I still love you?” I asked again.
“I don’t know, cherie. We’ll be surprised together,” he said chuckling.
“Will you tell me first? About the half light? When we don’t finish them?” I was already speaking as though I belonged to his world.
He rolled onto his side and pulled me into his arms. His left hand closed around my right and he raised it to his lips before pressing my first two fingers against my throat as though teaching me to take my pulse. I felt the two raised puncture wounds.
“They never heal,” he said.
I continued to run my fingers lightly over the tiny holes. The skin surrounding them was cool to my touch.
“You think we feed on human blood,” he said.
I nodded and he shook his head slowly.
“Blood is just the medium. We feed on human souls. When a vampire finishes a soul, when we snuff that last spark of life, everything that mortal was, everything they knew, everything they ever thought or felt, we draw into ourselves.”
His eyes were troubled and I held his face between my hands and kissed his soft, cold lips. He sighed and smiled sadly at me.
“There are some of us that are more tender. They can’t bear to take it all in and will leave their victim living. It’s cruel, really. The wound never heals and their souls leech out leaving them in a void between the mortal world and eternity.”
“The half light,” I whispered.
“Most of them seek their own end. Some linger in the void. None of them are really alive.” He stared into the space beyond the net that cocooned us in what had become, in my mind, our marriage bed.
I was startled by his voice when he began to speak again. “Your man . . . Henri,” he said softly. “Your scent was still on him when I took him. On his body and in his mouth. It’s how I found you.”
His long fingers played with my curls. I curved my leg over his hip, noticing for the first time how dark my cafe au lait skin looked against the pallor of his and wondered if it would be so noticeable after he had given me the gift of eternal night.
“He was very cruel to you,” he remarked off handedly, “but the last thing in his mind was, ‘Evangeline, mo laime toi.’ And the love he felt for you . . . It drove me to my knees.”
I frowned and started to roll away from him, but he refused to let me go. “Is that all this is? You felt what he felt for me?”
“No,” he said fervently. “It’s part of me. You’re part of me.”
He kissed me, a deep, soul shattering kiss, then rested his forehead against mine. “I forget how young you are. Don’t pout, cherie. This love I feel for you, it is infused into my very core.”
I sighed and relaxed into his arms. “I’m not so young,” I said petulantly.
“You’re only fifteen,” he said smiling.
“Old enough for you to want me,” I said smiling at him seductively.
“Indeed,” he said as he rolled me onto my back and pushed my thighs up until my knees were next to my shoulders.
With his hands on the back of my thighs, he positioned the tip of his huge cock against the opening of my cunt and pushed into me.
“You feel even tighter when I hold your legs like this,” he groaned watching his monstrous prick split the lips of my pussy as he thrust into me over and over again.
“Do you ever get tired?” I asked gasping for breath as he began the pleasant business of pounding my cunt mercilessly.
“No,” he said grinning down at me. “And neither will you.”
He released my thighs and lowered himself into my waiting arms. I closed my eyes as he nuzzled my neck. I wound my fingers into his hair and rocked my hips to meet his thrusts.
“Gabriel,” I moaned as his mouth closed over the punctures on my throat
He drew hard against the tender flesh of my throat I felt something deep inside me give way and flow into him as he continued to pump himself into me. With a sigh I gave myself over to the sensation of floating into the dark void of a starless sky. All that tethered me to the earth was Gabriel thrusting into me while he drank.
“Evangeline.” It was the velvet and steel voice from the night before calling me back into myself.
“Evangeline, take it back from me, my love,” he said urgently.
My eyelids fluttered. “I don’t know how,” I murmured.
“You do, cherie,” he said, his hand on the back of my head guided my mouth to the punctures on his own throat. “It never heals.”
My mouth closed over the wound and I pulled hard. His blood, as sweet and viscous as first molasses, filled my mouth and with it something even sweeter. Pieces of my own soul, fractured like a broken mirror, not always fitting together perfectly. Where there were gaps in my soul, bits of his flowed into me and filled them, cementing cracks and making mine whole.
I stood at the bank of a roaring river, the sun warm on my fair skin, aware of the chilled breeze flowing off a massive glacier. It was his last human memory. I felt the crushing lonliness of millions of dark nights and the horrifying despair of facing an eternity of nights to come. I counted every one of his joys and shed tears for his every sorrow.
I tasted the bitter fear he’d felt when he carried me from my narrow bed to Henri’s grave. I felt his indecision when he started to take me. I knew his longing and desire. His hopelessness when I, fascinated with the marble angel looking down on me, hadn’t answered his voice right away and he thought that I had chosen Henri and death over him.
I tore my mouth from his throat and he gasped. He was still fucking me and I began to meet his thrusts with a passion I’d never felt before. His breath was ragged and I held him tightly. My back arched, my body tensed.
“Gabriel,” I moaned as the tension broke and pulsing waves of pure ecstasy flowed through me and washed over him.
He roared again and pushed himself as far into me as he could. I held him and my angel wept. I kissed his face and stroked his hair as I cooed softly to him.
“It isn’t supposed to be like this,” he whispered huskily as he lay spent in my arms once more.
“Because it never was before, it doesn’t mean that it’s not supposed to be now,” I said smiling softly.
“My sweet Evangeline. You’ve brought me up from the darkness,” he said pressing his lips to mine.
“Gabriel, I love you.”
“Still,” he said kissing me.
“My love,” I said burningly, “I thirst.”
“Yes, bebe,” he said gazing down at me. “Let’s hunt.”

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Doing the Dog

Lydia was normally a pretty horny young woman, but lately she had been even hornier than usual. For weeks, she’d been having nightly wet dreams, waking up with her pussy wet and nearly on the brink of orgasm after dreaming about being gang banged by her family, fucking mysterious strangers, and the most recent one which featured her fisting her own pussy.
It had been awhile since she had boyfriend, but she masturbated herself regularly — at least once a day, and occasionally had random hookups with guys she met out and about, though it’d been a little too long since she brought a guy home. Lydia was ready for some real live cock!
She had a roommate, a girl named Anna who was a lesbian. Anna was constantly flirting with her sexy, big-titted, straight roommate. Lydia was a brunette, ample-breasted, smart and a hard worker — there were many things Anna found attractive about her. They were both in their early 20’s, both with very high libidos, both open-minded and experimental.
Anna was fun, a petite blond with pixie-cropped hair who was always down for a good time. She was thin, flexible, and toned from years of adolescent gymnastics, each of her tits a delicious handful. Even though she considered herself a lesbian, she had messed around with boys in the past and was very open-minded. She sometimes joined in for all-night threesomes when Lydia brought guys home.
Although Lydia had always identified herself as straight, she began succumbing to Anna’s sexual advances after a few months living together. It started with kissing and caressing while lounging around, which led to hot make-out sessions, eventually getting to the point where they’d begun fisting each other. Lydia sometimes kept a butt plug in her ass while Anna fist fucked her cunt, and loved that feeling of ultimate fullness!
The other day, Anna agreed to pet-sit a large Rottweiler owned by her friend, Lucinda, who was going out of town for several days. Lydia was initially unenthusiastic about the dog staying at their place, as she was never a big fan of dogs, but Anna assured her that the big black dog was friendly, well trained, and lovable.
Lydia wasn’t completely enthused, but decided she’d be able to put up with the canine house-guest for a few days. The dog, Reno, was calm and indeed well behaved, and so was not obtrusive to his human hosts. He seemed at ease by the second day in their home, keeping a protective eye on the women. Anna had known Lucinda and the dog for a couple years, so she was no stranger to the animal.
On the third day, Lydia came home from work to see Anna naked on the couch, holding her pink pussylips wide open so the big Rottweiler could lick into her pussy hole! Lydia’s jaw dropped — she knew Anna was open-minded, but had no idea she was THAT open-minded! She couldn’t deny the sexy sight of her petite blond roommate nude on the couch, legs spread-eagle for the dog. Anna’s little pink nipples were hard as diamonds on her perky B cup tits. Lydia could see Anna’s arms and legs covered in goosebumps from Reno’s tongue licking her pussy.
“Shit! Lydia!” exclaimed Anna, her tits heaving. She dropped her arms, her pussylips folding back in on themselves. Her pussymound was red and her cunt looked swollen from her arousal.
“Uh, hi…” Lydia stammered in shock.
“Um, sorry, I uh, thought you’d be home later…” said Anna, sitting upright on the couch. Reno jumped to the floor and sat at her feet. Lydia’s eyes were on Anna’s wet gash, thinking she looked even sexier with the flush of her aroused cunt meat.
Lydia walked over to the couch and sat down next to Anna, patting Reno on the head. The dog panted, looking content. Lydia bent her head, her eyes looking up at Anna’s, and placed her lips right on Anna’s hard right nipple. Anna moaned at Lydia’s mouth around her sensitive nub. Lydia switched to the other nipple, making Anna moan again. The women stared lustfully into each others’ eyes.
Anna moaned even louder as Lydia placed a hand on her thigh, just inches from her wet pussy mound. Lydia was turned on at the sight she’d seen walking in, with the big Rottweiler eating out her attractive roommate’s sexy, delicious pussy.
After Lydia sucked Anna’s nipples a few more moments, she began passionately kissing her roommate on the lips, trading tongues for several minutes as the dog sat and watched from the floor. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies, Lydia’s hand grazing Anna’s mound and bare breasts.
Anna began unbuttoning Lydia’s blue work shirt, exposing Lydia’s lacy bra and firm belly. Lydia’s dark hair was up in a loose ponytail, her blue-green eyes on Anna’s.
Lydia threw her head back as Anna pushed her down on the couch and began planting kisses on her ample cleavage before removing the white lace bra. Anna hungrily licked and sucked her roommate’s voluptuous tits, her tongue trailing all over the creamy, C cup sized mounds. Lydia moaned as Anna sucked her hard nipples and then kissed a trail down her flat belly.
Anna was soon unbuttoning Lydia’s black work pants and pulling them down, revealing sheer white lace panties. A dark patch of hair could be seen through the fabric. Anna licked her lips — she loved fucking around with her sexy, mostly straight roommate!
Reno stared up at the girls from his advantageous position on the floor. Lydia moaned as Anna placed a kiss right on the crotch of her lacy panties. Anna savored the musty smell of Lydia’s cunt after Lydia spent the day working. She peeled the fabric off of Lydia’s pussy and admired the well kept patch of brown hair on her puffy cunt.
Lydia was so turned on that her cuntlips were slick and glistening with her arousal. Anna got on her knees, looking up at Lydia with a heated stare, and began licking her slit from bottom to top. Lydia squealed at the sensation of Anna’s tongue on her cunt. Anna had eaten her out before, and Lydia knew she was quite good at it.
Anna’s tongue lapped all along Lydia’s moist slit and then circled around her hard clit, making Lydia moan loudly. The dog panted, his nubby tail wagging with excitement. Anna repositioned, getting on her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Lydia was sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, her pussy inches from Anna’s face. Anna bent over, her ass in the air, and dove back into Lydia’s wet pussy.
Lydia moaned at Anna’s talented tongue, which was tracing circles over her clit. Anna stared up into Lydia’s eyes as she sucked Lydia’s cunt, lapping up pussy juices. As Anna began inserting a finger into Lydia’s cunt with her mouth on her hard clitoris, Reno began licking Anna’s pussy from behind.
Anna shrieked into Lydia’s pussy as she felt the dog’s cold nose on her asscrack. She didn’t let up her cunt-sucking though, her tongue flicking and rubbing all over Lydia’s clitty while she pushed a second finger into Lydia’s warm cunthole.
Lydia moaned louder, enjoying the sight of the Rottweiler licking Anna’s bald pussy. It was sexy! The dog looked pretty adept at eating out human cunt. Anna was excellent herself at cunnilingus, and Lydia felt herself already on the brink of orgasm.
Anna kept up a steady pace finger fucking Lydia’s pussy as she sucked her clit enthusiastically. Lydia grasped her large tits, starting to scream now that she was going to cum. Anna didn’t slow down as she continued fingering Lydia’s spasming cunt and licking the hard clit nub.
As the powerful orgasm surged through Lydia’s body, her legs shook and her pussy began creaming Anna’s hand and face. She always got so wet when she came! Anna loved it, of course, and hungrily lapped up the pussy juice. Reno was still licking Anna’s pussy and asshole as she was bent over on the floor, wiggling her ass in the animal’s snout.
Anna pulled her face off Lydia’s pussy, which was still oozing pussy juice as Lydia’s orgasm subsided. Lydia moaned as Anna reached in between her legs once more to her sensitive cunt. Anna coated her hand with Lydia’s copiously flowing pussy juice and then began rubbing her own breasts with it, getting her tits all slick and shiny and then licking it off her fingers.
They laughed, Anna’s chest all covered with girl cum. Then Anna turned around and let the dog lick the cum off her small tits. Anna got to her feet and sat back down on the couch, but told Lydia to keep her legs spread. She called Reno over and commanded the dog to come over between Lydia’s spread legs.
Lydia held her thighs open weakly as her roommate ordered the Rottweiler inches in front of her wet cunt. She was breathing hard, still catching her breath after her intense climax. Anna sat next to her, rubbing Lydia’s breasts and flat belly and trimmed pussy mound.
“Lick!” commanded Anna sharply as the dog was positioned in front of Lydia’s wet pussy. Lydia gasped as Reno’s tongue immediately flicked out at her freshly orgasmed cuntlips. Reno eagerly licked up the pussy juice that was flowing from Lydia’s aroused cunt.
Anna rubbed Lydia’s clit as the dog slurped its tongue all up and down her cunt, all the way down to her asshole. Lydia jumped and squirmed, hyper-aroused. Anna continued rubbing Lydia’s clit, knowing her roommate would soon cum again. Lydia’s breasts heaved with her cries, her face flushed, another orgasm beginning inside her. She squeezed her nipples hard as pleasure washed over her, throwing her head back as she screamed out that she was cumming.
Reno continued efficiently lapping up Lydia’s pussy juice as more of her fluids oozed from her spasming cunt. Lydia was loving the dog’s oral attentions. As her orgasm began subsiding, she noticed Reno seemed to be getting excited, too — his pink prickhead was starting to peek from his sheath. Lydia raised her eyebrows.
“Lydia, I forgot to tell you…” began Anna. “Reno’s owner, Lucinda, has trained him pretty well…”
“Oh yeah?” said Lydia, breathless, her eyes wide on Reno’s pink prickhead as the animal sat panting before her, still slurping at her pussy and thighs.
“Yeah… he’s trained to fuck girls and eat their pussies!” exclaimed Anna excitedly. “I’ve fucked him before, he’s amazing, fucks like a jackhammer!”
Lydia was quiet, her eyes on the beast. Wordlessly, Anna got off the couch and got down on her hands and knees on the floor. She had a pair of socks ready, and reached over to put them on Reno’s front paws. Lydia sat on the couch, silent as her roommate prepared to have sex with a big Rottweiler.
“This dog is incredible…” said Anna as she got on her hands and knees. “Lucinda hasn’t fucked a man in years, she doesn’t need to since she has this big dog! His knot is the best part, it’s huge!”
Anna’s ass was in the air as she was bent over, facing away from Lydia. Lydia had a front row view of Anna’s bald pussy and engorged cuntlips in her doggystyle position. Reno was excited, panting harder, now humping around Anna as he sniffed around her and playfully jumped up on her.
Reno was very experienced at fucking cunts, his master had begun training him to eat and fuck women since before he was a year old. The animal was solid, very strong, and Anna enjoyed the feeling of the beast weighing her small body down as he jumped on top of her. Anna was only about 5ft tall, and the dog easily covered her back as he draped himself on top of her, getting into position to fuck a bitch.
Anna groaned as the beast’s weight pressed her down. Reno wrapped his forepaws around Anna’s tiny waist, his prickhead extended a couple inches and stabbed into her buttcheek as he humped at her. Lydia sat in awe, her pussy dripping, as her roommate was humped by the strong Rottweiler. Never in her life had she thought she’d be so turned on by such a sight of extreme debauchery.
Anna’s swollen cuntlips dangled as Reno humped around at her ass. She wiggled her ass at the dog’s sheath, encouraging the animal’s prick to come out and play. Reno panted harder as he humped more wildly, his front legs tightly holding Anna underneath him. Lydia stared as the animal humped her roommate, trying to find a hole to penetrate.
After another moment of poking around Anna’s asscrack, his hard prickhead finally felt the warmth of her pussylips and slipped inside them. Anna moaned at the dog meat parting her depths from behind. As soon as the animal felt the hot cunthole, instinct took over and the beast began humping Anna furiously, its prick growing inside her.
Lydia gasped as the Rottweiler slammed into her roommate, powerfully pushing her body forward as he rutted away on top of her. Reno’s balls slapped at Anna’s pussygash and asscheeks as he humped her like a machine. Anna’s cries filled the room, and soon the sound of the dog cock squelching in her pussy was filling the room.
“Yeah, fuck me with your cock boy, good dog, good doggy, ah, yeah, his prick is growing inside my pussy, yes, ohhh! Ohh! Give it to me, give me your cock, give me your knot, give me your spermmmmmm!” cried Anna as the dog pounded away on top of her. She was groaning and being pushed around on the floor by the strong beast as it mated with her.
Lydia was incredibly turned on by the animal’s intense fucking, her eyes on the balls that slapped around at Anna’s cunt and the squelching sounds of the dog meat inside the human bitch hole. As Reno continued pounding Anna with all his might, pushing her all around, Lydia rubbed her clit to the sexy sight.
Anna moaned as Reno fucked her steadily, his cock having extended several inches into her womb. Reno was seeking to deposit his seed up into Anna’s hole, seeking to impregnate a bitch. Anna could feel the cock growing, enveloped by her tight pussyhole, the knot at the base of the dog cock starting to expand to seal up her womb.
“Ah, yes, his knot is growing, oh man, I can’t wait to feel him cum inside me, fuck yes, I love dog sperm, oh God give it to me, boy, yes, good dog…” moaned Anna.
Reno had been fucking Anna like a jackhammer for several minutes, pushing her all around the living room, his nuts swinging at her pussy all the while and the sounds of his cock in her cunt filling the room. Lydia kept fingering her clit and pussy to the hot sight of dog sex on the floor in front of her.
After a few more minutes of intense pounding and more knot swelling, Reno began to slow down inside Anna’s hole. She felt his expanded knot and knew he was soon going to shoot off inside her. The knot filled her pussy, sealing the cock up inside her. The prick was fully extended, the prickhead reaching into her womb. The cock throbbed inside Anna’s hole and she clamped her pussy muscles tight around the meat, knowing jets and jets of cum would soon be unloaded inside her.
She groaned and shrieked as the animal became still aside from the throbbing dog cock in her hole. Anna’s pussy muscles held the cock tight inside her hole, the knot stuffing her up, and she moaned as the first spurts began erupting from Reno’s prick.
“Yes, he’s cumming in me now, oh my God, yes! Ohh, I’m so full, so full of his cock! Oh what a great fuck, his knot is all swollen in my pussy, sealing it up! Ohhhhh, Lydia, it feels like a damn fist in my cunt! God I love it!” exclaimed Anna, knotted to the sperming dog.
Anna lowered her face to the floor, keeping her ass raised for the dog, keeping her cunt muscles tight on the throbbing prick. The cum was flooding her womb, still spurting from the dog’s cock. Anna moaned as her pussy was inundated, feeling the sperm gushing around inside her. The dog had reached so deep into her hole when he began filling her with cum, it felt like the sperm was gushing around in her belly.
The knot held the dog semen inside Anna’s womb as she weakly grinded her pussy back at the dog. Lydia got off the couch and walked over to her knotted roommate, joining her on the floor. Anna moaned as she felt Lydia’s hand on her clit, rubbing it and caressing her stuffed pussy.
Reno stayed still, tight tied to his human bitch. Anna writhed, griding against Lydia’s hand while filled with dog meat. Lydia kept strumming Anna’s clit while the dog stayed still over her back, panting. Anna’s moans picked up, and she soon yelled out that she was cumming.
Lydia continued rubbing Anna’s clit hard as Anna orgasmed underneath the big Rottweiler. Some cum leaked out of Anna’s knotted cunt, and Lydia moaned. She reached down and scooped up some of the dog cum that leaked from Anna’s hole and rubbed it on her own pussy.
As Anna’s breathing started returning to normal after her orgasm subsided, Lydia went up to her face and sat down in front of her, pussy inches away from Anna’s lips. Lydia laid back and Anna immediately began licking and slurping the cunt that sat before her.
The Rottweiler began struggling to free himself from his bitch a few minutes later, but was stuck securely in Anna’s womb. She moaned as she felt the dog pulling on her insides with his steel hard sex organs. Anna continued licking Lydia’s pussy as she was knotted to the dog, licking up the dog cum Lydia had wiped on her pussy.
Lydia moaned as she felt Anna insert a few fingers into her pussy. Anna lapped up Lydia’s wet gash, her fingers penetrating deeper into Lydia’s pussy. Lydia cried out as Anna nibbled near her aroused clit and then inserted a third finger into her pussy. Reno whined on top of Anna’s back, but stayed draped over her while his cock was firmly lodged in her cunthole.
Lydia’s pussy was so wet that Anna began pushing her hand inside her cunt while sucking Lydia’s clit. Lydia moaned loudly as her dog-knotted roommate began fisting her cunthole. As Anna’s hand sank into the cunt up to the wrist, Lydia imagined herself being knotted by the big Rottweiler. Anna sucked and licked Lydia’s clit hard while pushing her fist back and forth into Lydia’s cunt, and Lydia soon screamed out that she was cumming.
An orgasm exploded through Lydia’s body while her roommate’s fist was lodged in her cunt. Anna stared lustfully into Lydia’s eyes as she continued licking Lydia’s clit and pumping her fist into Lydia’s tight pussy.
Lydia’s cunt spasmed around Anna’s fist as her orgasm washed over her body. Anna loved the sight of Lydia’s ample tits heaving from her intense orgasm. The dog was still securely stuck in Anna’s womb, the cum still filling her up, although more of it was leaking down her thighs and to the floor now.
After Anna pulled her fist from Lydia’s freshly climaxed cunt, Reno began struggling again to pull out of his human bitch. He stepped over her so that he was ass to ass with Anna, pulling away from her though not succeeding in withdrawing his swollen knot from her hole. She shrieked as she felt the dog meat pulling on her insides. More cum oozed out of her pussy.
Lydia was still hyper-aroused at the sight of her dog-knotted roommate. Reno’s cock and knot was still stuck in Anna’s hole. The animal panted and whined and pulled again, making Anna scream. A sperm puddle had formed on the floor between them. After a few more minutes of struggling, Reno was finally able to break free of his human bitch’s cunthole.
Lydia gasped as a copious amount of dog semen began gushing from Anna’s hole, leaking all over the carpet. Anna commanded the dog to slurp up its cum from her cunt, and the animal happily obliged. Lydia eyed Reno’s deflating cock — it was at least 9″ and coated with cum, the knot about the size of a softball.
Anna moaned and quickly had another orgasm as the dog licked her cunt clean. Lydia stared at her roommate’s pink, swollen pussy and shuddered, wondering what it would feel like to be so full of dog cock.
“Anna…” said Lydia to her roommate after Anna’s orgasm subsided and the dog trotted away. “I want to try the dog, too.”
“Oh, yes, you definitely should! You’ll love it, I love how he fills me full of so much cum! Give him a little while, he’ll be ready for you soon enough!” said Anna, weakly standing to her feet. A little more dog sperm that had been deposited deep within her began trickling out of her hole as she stood.
Anna joined her roommate on the couch and they began making out before eating each other’s pussies in a sexy sixty-nine. After they both came in each others’ faces, Lydia left to get some toys to play with.
The dildo Lydia chose to be fucked with was a huge, hard, ribbed one — 10″ long and nearly as thick as her wrist. She was so turned on that she needed to be fucked hard with a huge toy! Anna penetrated Lydia’s pussy with the toy for several minutes while rubbing Lydia’s clit with her fingers, making her roommate moan and squirm. Then Anna left the room a minute to get another toy to play with.
Anna retrieved a 20″ double dong dildo for two pussies to play with simultaneously. She got on the floor and Lydia joined her, and soon they were scissoring with the dildo inside each of their wet cunts. Anna moaned, still feeling some dog cum up in her pussy as the rubber cock reached deep inside her.
Lydia grinded her pussy mound against Anna’s so that the giant dildo was shoved deep into both their pussies. They bucked their hips back and forth at each other in rhythm while moaning in ecstasy. They tongued each other and fondled each others’ breasts with the shared dildo deep in their holes. Reno was watching from the corner as the girls played around with the long rubber sex toy.
Lydia groaned, loving the feeling of her womb being so stuffed. She looked at Anna and they gazed passionately at each other as they grinded their pussies at each other. Anna reached down and began rubbing Lydia’s clit and she threw her head back, a long moan escaping her lips. Lydia soon exclaimed that she was going to cum, her eyes closing tight as she threw her head back.
Anna bucked her hips at her orgasming roommate, forcing the dildo that they shared as deep into Lydia’s hole as possible. Lydia screamed as her cunt spasmed around the hard rubber cock, Anna’s fingers pressing against her clitty. Anna placed her hand on Lydia’s stuffed pussy mound while her thumb rubbed Lydia’s clit, feeling her pussy so full of rubber meat.
Lydia’s tits heaved as her orgasm pulsed through her body from limb to limb. Her breathing was ragged as her orgasm subsided. She stared up at Anna, their pelvises still bucking back and forth together with the huge shared dildo inside them, fucking slower and harder now.
Anna grinded hard against Lydia’s stuffed cunt and they moaned together. As their stuffed pussies grinded together, Anna moaned out that she was cumming, her cries filling the room. Lydia sucked Anna’s nipples and bit her neck as Anna moaned and convulsed with her orgasm, her toes curling. The dog stared silently from the corner.
As Anna’s orgasm winded down, the girls slowed their pace thrusting their hips at each other. They both moaned as they pulled apart, removing the huge dildo from their pussies. Lydia looked over at Anna and smiled.
They were both breathless from their powerful orgasms. Lydia climbed to her feet and went back to her room to get another sex toy — this time she retrieved a large butt plug. It was black, and nearly the size of a fist!
“Okay, now I’m ready to try the dog!” said Lydia with a laugh as she walked back to the living room holding the big butt plug. Anna grinned — she knew it’d be a hot sight to see her roommate tied to the big dog’s cock!
Lydia got down on the floor and Anna came over to her, taking the big black butt plug from her roommate. As Lydia got on her hands and knees, she wiggled her ass in Anna’s face. Anna smiled and raised the butt plug to Lydia’s asshole. She rubbed the tip of it all along Lydia’s wet slit and against her puckered asshole, teasing her with it. Anna pushed a little of the butt plug into Lydia’s pussy to lube it up with her pussy juice.
Lydia then wiggled her ass against the tip of the butt plug as Anna pressed it against her tight asshole. Anna pushed a little harder so that the tip of it penetrated the opening of Lydia’s anal cavity. Lydia moaned, feeling her asshole parting for the big rubber plug. Soon, her asshole swallowed up a couple more inches of the thick black plug. It felt like a fist getting shoved up her ass.
Reno watched the humans playing with each other on the floor. He’d had an adequate refractory period, and would be ready to fuck on command. Lydia groaned as her asshole began filling with the big rubber toy. She rubbed her clit, her tits jiggling with Anna’s efforts to shove the plug inside her rectum.
“It’s about halfway, Lydia! Almost!” said Anna.
Lydia grinded her ass at the butt plug, forcing more of it inside her shithole. She was determined to take the whole plug, up to the flat, circular base of it. Lydia wanted her ass to be full as her pussy was stuffed up!
Anna shoved more of the black butt plug into her roommate’s rectum, stuffing Lydia’s asshole full of rubber. It was nearly completely in! Lydia groaned, her asshole stretching with a pleasurable pain around the big sex toy. With a final grunt, Anna pushed the remaining plug inside Lydia’s rectum so that the flat circular base was the only part of it not inside Lydia.
Lydia waived her ass in the air as Anna called Reno over. Anna slapped Lydia’s asscheeks playfully, encouraging the dog to jump up and mount her. Quickly Lydia’s white asscheeks turned pink with Anna’s playful smacks. Reno sniffed around Lydia’s engorged cunt as she waived her ass around. Lydia loved the feeling of her ass filled with the butt plug!
After walking around Lydia a few moments, Anna grabbed the dog to put socks on his forepaws before he jumped up on Lydia’s back. As soon as the socks were on, Reno mounted Lydia, draping himself over her back and wrapping his front legs tight around her waist. She groaned under the beast’s weight, his solid muscle heavy upon her.
Reno began humping once in place on Lydia’s back. She could feel his nuts swinging at her asscheeks and his pink prickhead poking at her butt. Her tits swung underneath her at the animal’s thrusts against her backside. Lydia enjoyed the dog holding tight to her, knowing he was settling in to give her a hard fucking.
Anna helped guide the dog’s emerging prickhead to Lydia’s cunthole, bypassing her stuffed anal cavity, pressing the dog’s hips against Lydia’s cuntlips. Reno continued bucking his hips wildly, trying to find a hole. Lydia could feel the hard cock meat beginning to poke at her slick cuntlips. She held herself in place, a doggystyle bitch presenting for the powerful male Rottweiler.
Reno began panting as he thrusted around Lydia’s cuntlips, his prickhead beginning to part her slit. Lydia moaned at the feeling of the dog’s cockhead against her wet gash. Anna held the animal’s hips in place as the prick felt the bitch hole.
Instinctively, Reno lunged forward as his prickhead felt a hole around it, trying to get more of himself inside her depths. Lydia’s cries filled the room as Reno began humping her hard and fast, his prick rapidly beginning to grow in her hole. She clamped her pussy muscles around the emerging hard prick, coaxing more meat into her hole as the dog fucked her like a machine.
Lydia’s tits swung wildly at her chest as she was powerfully dog-fucked, the dog pushing her all over the living room on her hands and knees. She felt the cock swelling inside her, getting longer to reach into her womb, trying to inseminate her. Lydia moaned loud, the cock beginning to make squelching noises in her wet hole.
Anna watched, mesmerized as the dog fucked her roommate with all his might. The animal’s nuts swung at Lydia’s cunt, smashing against her ass. As the cock grew longer, Lydia relished the feeling of the expanding dog cock in her womb and the huge butt plug up in her ass. The animal pounded her, fucking her like a jackhammer, its mighty prick meat lengthening with each thrust.
Lydia cried out, delirious with lust. Reno panted hard in her ear as he screwed her, still holding her waist tightly. She could feel his nuts slapping against her. Her pussy was so stimulated that she was relishing every vein and bulge in the dog cock that was becoming lodged up inside her. The prick reached further into her depths with the animal’s powerful thrusts.
“Oh, my God, the knot… it’s growing, ohhhhh my God! Ahhhh! Ohhh, that feels so good, yes, yes, ohhh!” screamed Lydia. Her cunt was beginning to feel as full as her asshole.
Reno kept fucking her all over the living room with his manic pace as Anna stood by watching, rubbing her nipples. After a few more minutes, Anna noticed the dog’s pace slowing and figured he was soon going to be cumming inside Lydia’s womb.
As the dog slowed, Lydia took the opportunity to grind herself against the huge dog that was stuck inside her. The knot filled up her pussy walls, stuck snugly within her velvety walls. She clamped her pussy muscles tighter against the dog knot. Reno’s cockhead reached into her womb, pulsing now, about to erupt.
Lydia’s jaw dropped at the feeling of the animal’s cockhead exploding cum into her womb. She let out a long wail as the Rottweiler’s sperm began erupting deep inside her. Anna walked over and began rubbing Lydia’s clit as the dog unloaded sperm inside her roommate.
The animal’s prick continued shooting jets of semen inside Lydia’s womb for several more moments. She moaned with the feeling of the dog’s spurting prick and her roommate rubbing her cunt. Her asshole was so full, making the dog cock and knot feel even tighter and deeper in her womb.
Lydia’s moans grew louder as her orgasm built up inside her. Reno stayed still on top of her back, his prickhead still oozing the last jets of cum into her depths. Lydia wailed and shrieked with a powerful climax, grinding her pussy hard against the dog and Anna’s rubbing hand.
Anna knew her roommate knotted to a big dog would be a hot sight, but it was even hotter than she’d imagined. Lydia’s tits swung as she fucked her ass back at the sperming dog. Her body jerked and writhed as she came, filled with dog semen and meat, face contorted with ecstasy. Lydia felt delirious with pleasure, and as her orgasm subsided, somewhat weak and vulnerable now that she was stuck to the dog.
Reno’s nuts jiggled as his cock and knot tied him to his human bitch. A little cum trickled from Lydia’s cunt down her inner thigh. She kept her plugged up ass raised in the air for the dog, enjoying the feeling of her cum-flooded womb.
Anna and Lydia exchanged a look of surprise as they suddenly heard a loud knock on the door. Lydia’s heart beat faster — she was knotted securely to the dog and couldn’t go anywhere. The animal had just finished unloading copious amounts of semen inside her and was stuck tight. Reno started getting excited at the knocking, suddenly barking and whining and struggling to pull out of Lydia. Anna tried to keep him calm as she and Lydia looked at each other with worry.
The knocking continued. Lydia’s heart was beating in her throat. The cum sloshed around in her belly, and her ass was plugged up hard. Reno barked again and the knocking went on. She groaned as the dog struggled to get off of her, his meat stuffed tightly in her womb.
“Hello? Open up, please. Hello? Girls? I know you’re in there!” called a male voice at the door. “Girls, it’s me, your landlord, Mr. O’Neal. Is everything okay in there? Hello?” He continued to knock as Lydia and Anna looked at each other, horrified.
Reno struggled again and turned ass to ass over Lydia, trying to get out of her cunt but stuck hard. Lydia cried out and the knocking got louder. The girls could hear keys jingling outside the door. A puddle of dog cum had formed on the floor between Lydia and Reno.
The girls’ mouths dropped open as they heard a key turning in their lock. They exchanged terrified looks as the door knob turned. Seconds later, the front door swung open into the living room. It was Mr. O’Neal, the girls’ landlord, responding to a noise complaint made by other neighbors.
His jaw dropped at the scene of bestiality in the living room he rented to these two young women. He stepped into the house and quickly shut and locked the door behind him, gasping at the scene. The girls looked just as shocked as he did, as well as mortified.
Despite his surprise, his cock hardened in his trousers nearly instantly. Mr. O’Neal was a lecherous older man, although his wife was no longer interested in sex with him, and he found both his tenants to be very attractive younger women. His eyes were on Lydia’s cunt, stuffed with dog meat. He saw the base of the black butt plug protruding from her filled ass. His cock throbbed in his pants. They were much sexier than the whores he’d been with most recently.
“Mr. O’Neal!” exclaimed Anna, the nude, petite blond getting to her feet As she stood up straight, his eyes immediately fell on her pert tits, so creamy white with little pink nipples. Her belly so flat and taut, her puffy pussy perfectly bald and rosy from her arousal.
“Wha… Uh, um… Uh, the neighbors called me, they were worried after hearing a lot of, uh, a lot of dog barking and other… sounds…” Mr. O’Neal said, starting to smile.
Lydia felt mortified — she couldn’t believe her older landlord was seeing her knotted to a Rottweiler on the living room floor! Ass to ass with a dog, with a huge rubber butt plug in her ass! She was turning red with embarrassment, and turned even redder as she saw the huge erection in Mr. O’Neal’s pants.
“You know, now that I know what’s going on here, I could call the cops…” he began. Lydia’s heart beat even harder. “Or, you can play with me a little, and we’ll call it even.”
The girls raised their eyebrows in surprise. Anna was a lesbian — she definitely had no attraction to their older landlord. His eyes were on her nipples, his prick straining to get out. Lydia was still tied tight to the dog and couldn’t go anywhere. She looked behind her, up at her landlord in shame.
Anna was scared — she didn’t want her landlord to blackmail them! She eyed the bulging erection in Mr. O’Neal’s pants and swallowed hard. Without saying a word, he began undoing his belt and trousers. He knew Anna was a lesbian, and suspected Lydia was as well, although he had no evidence. He’d seen Anna making out with her girlfriends in the neighborhood gazebo and pool, and knowing she preferred women made his cock ache for her even more.
“Come on, baby,” just give me a little head,” he said to Anna in a low voice, pulling his cock out of his pants. Anna eyed his throbbing meat, the cock at least 8″ long, and fat, too. She swallowed, staring up at him.
Anna got down on her knees in front of Mr. O’Neal and took his long prick in her hand. His eyes roved over her lithe body, eyeing her glistening slit. He then looked over at the voluptuous Lydia, who was still knotted to the panting Rottweiler. Sperm oozed from Lydia’s cunt. The dog was watching Anna as she took the landlord’s cock in her hand.
Mr. O’Neal was surprised — he didn’t know they were into dog-fucking. It was pretty hot, and he could use it to try to blackmail them, too! Anna began stroking the hard shaft in her hand. She wasn’t that experienced at handjobs or blowjobs. Mr. O’Neal moaned as her small mouth encircled his hard cockhead, her hand holding his shaft tightly. His prick was so erect, his cockhead was nearly purple. A drop of pre-cum dribbled from his cockhead.
He moaned again as she sucked more of his cock into her tiny mouth, her hands holding him steady. Anna gagged on the long cock as Mr. O’Neal forced it into her throat. In a few moments, Mr. O’Neal was fucking her face, his balls slapping against her chin as she grunted around his meat.
She was breathless when he pulled his saliva coated dick from her throat. He was so turned on, he wanted to cum up inside her pussy. He took his cock in his hand, glancing down at the knotted girl on all fours with a shiver, and got behind Anna, pushing her flat against the couch, her breasts and face smashing into the cushions.
“Hey, what are you doing, no, no don’t…” cried Anna as she felt Mr. O’Neal’s cock rubbing against her asscrack and pussyslit. The dog barked again, struggling to get out of Lydia’s hole but still knotted tight to her. Lydia could still feel the knot stuffed inside her, probably stuck even tighter with the butt plug in her ass.
“Come on, Anna, don’t make me tell anyone what I see here. I’m about to take a cellphone picture of your dog-filled friend over there!” he laughed.
“Noooo…” moaned Lydia.
“Yeah… You want all the neighbors knowing what you been doing here? Calling you a ‘Dog-fucker’ and shit like that?”
Anna shrieked as he rubbed his dick against her pussyslit, pushing her face into the couch cushions and holding her down with his weight on top of her back. She gasped as his cockhead rubbed against the entrance to her cunthole.
“No, don’t fuck me, I may get pregnant!” exclaimed Anna in fear. Since she didn’t fuck guys regularly, she didn’t take birth control. She turned her head to look at her landlord in fear, her body twisted beneath him as he pressed a knee to her back, keeping her down.
Mr. O’Neal’s cock protruded from his unbuttoned pants, raging hard and aching for a hole. He took his cellphone from his shirt pocket and raised it up at the knotted dog inside Lydia’s cunt, ass to ass with her.
“Well then, I can’t wait to show the missus, who’s the biggest gossip in this neighborhood, by the way, these photos I’m gonna take! Then I’ll show the police! At least you won’t be homeless when I evict you, you can stay warm in jail!” said Mr. O’Neal darkly.
Anna whimpered beneath him. Lydia looked over her shoulder pathetically, terrified for her roommate. The animal had been dragging Lydia around the living room painfully with his excitement at the stranger in the room. Reno was still lodged inside his bitch, the butt plug keeping the huge knot and cock tight in Lydia’s cunt. Reno whined, helplessly stuck.
Mr. O’Neal was rubbing his cock all along Anna’s slit, caressing her pussylips with his male sex organ, making her shiver beneath him as he held her down. He took his cock and slapped it at her gash peeking from between her pert, peachy bum. She was sexy despite her thin frame, small tits, and short boyish blond hair, and Mr. O’Neal was desperate to get in her.
Anna began crying as her landlord held her firmly against the couch, slapping his cock at her pussy and ass, teasing her with the head of his dick as it parted her cuntlips and flicked them around. She was in shock, everything happening so fast.
“Okay… but don’t cum in my pussy! And put your fucking phone down, you old pervert!” said Anna tearfully. As she heard this, Lydia gasped, head turned to see the landlord holding Anna down on the couch. Lydia was helpless — tied down like a bitch. Reno panted, his prick and knot still not subsiding.
“You hot sluts,” said Mr. O’Neal, his prick in hand. He had no idea they were so entertaining.
Anna cried harder as she felt his cockhead prying into her vaginal entrance from behind. Her pussy was wet, and Mr. O’Neal shuddered with delight as his prickhead became immersed in her velvet depths. He grabbed her hips, still only the tip of his cock inside her, and held her steady. Her legs were tight together, so he pulled her ass up toward his cock, forcing her to bend over with her ass in the air and face in the couch.
Lydia watched the scene from over her shoulder, yelling for Mr. O’Neal to stop, not to fuck her friend. She offered her own holes instead. Mr. O’Neal scoffed.
“No way, girlie, I don’t want your dog cum filled cunt or your over-stretched butt plugged ass! At least not right now!” he said, laughing. Lydia began to cry. Reno still pulled painfully on her, making the butt plug hurt up in her rectum as it pressed against her anal walls and into her bowels.
Mr. O’Neal suddenly slammed forward, plunging his 8″ rod into Anna’s lesbian pussy. She cried out underneath of him at the sudden penetration into her moist hole. The landlord slapped Anna’s ass as his prick delved into her depths and came back out again, nearly surfacing except for his fat mushroom cockhead.
The steady sound of Mr. O’Neal’s cock fucking Anna’s cunt began filling the room. Anna, despite herself, moaned from her older landlord’s thrusts into her cunt. She was still aroused from playing around with her roommate and the dog earlier. As much as she hated being taken advantage of, his cock didn’t feel terrible inside her pussy. And she didn’t want to be blackmailed, either.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby, get into it! Ugh, yeah, love that pussy! Fuck, yes, oh yes, you are so wet, so soft, fuck, your cunt is good! Damn I’m gonna cum soon! Ohhh I wish I could hold off but your fucking lesbo cunt feels incredible, ohhhh yeah!” yelled Mr. O’Neal.
“No, no, don’t cum in my pussy! No, I’m not on the Pill! Stop!” yelled Anna beneath him as he held her tightly.
“Fine!” yelled Mr. O’Neal, roughly pulling his steel rod from her womb with a nasty sucking sound. She gasped below him.
“What are you doing?” she cried as she felt his cockhead at the entrance to her ass.
“I’m not cumming in your pussy!” he yelled. With that, he pressed his cockhead against her puckered asshole and forced himself into her chute. He was balls deep in her rectum with one forceful stroke. Anna cried out at the anal invasion.
“Ahh! No, not my ass! Ow, ohhh…” moaned Anna, in pain.
“Oh yes, oh yes, your ass! Ugh, ohh, yeahhh your ass is as good as your cunt!” grunted Mr. O’Neal, fucking her raw asshole hard. Anna cried beneath him, the big prick stabbing into her bowels.
Mr. O’Neal didn’t last much longer. He soon spurted his seed deep into Anna’s ass with a final groan. She sobbed as she felt his cock pulsing in her ass and his cockhead opening up to inject her with his semen. He grunted, relishing the feeling of unloading his sperm into a cute, young woman’s ass. She was so tight!
He groaned one last time as he pulled his cockhead abruptly from her asshole with a lewd squelching sound, cum dribbling from his cockhead. Anna cried out as her landlord slapped her asscheeks a few more times and jiggled her asscheeks before he began spreading her asscheeks apart and encouraging his cum to ooze out of her freshly fucked rectum.
Mr. O’Neal then slapped Anna’s pussy lightly with his hand as a goodbye gesture, zipping his pants up and walking toward the door. Anna stared up hatefully at him from the couch, his cum leaking from her asshole. Lydia was still knotted painfully to the dog, and both she and Anna were in tears. Mr. O’Neal laughed.
“And girls, I’m gonna have to charge you a pet fee for having a dog,” he chuckled.
“No, he’s not ours, we’re just dog-sitting!” exclaimed Lydia. She couldn’t believe how much of an asshole he was.
“Well, then I’ll just have to come back again some other time soon to make sure. A surprise visit to make sure you don’t have a dog, otherwise that’ll be a $300 pet deposit, plus a monthly fee of $25 a month.
“Fuck you!” yelled Anna. He laughed.
“Well, I just fucked you! You were pretty good — I may have to try it again sometime!” he laughed, and flashed his phone at her, showing a picture of the knotted Lydia on the screen. Both the girls’ jaws dropped.
With that, Mr. O’Neal opened the front door and left them alone. The girls were still crying several minutes after he left, shocked and embarrassed. Anna went down to console Lydia on the floor, whose ass and cunt were sore from being stuffed for so long. Lydia hoped soon she’d be free, she wanted to take a shower badly. Anna took out the butt plug, leaving a huge gape in Lydia’s ass.
“You know what,” sniffled Lydia a few minutes later, feeling the dog’s knot subside a little. “I still really enjoyed dog-fucking!” she exclaimed. Anna finally cracked a smile.
“Well, good, I’m really glad,” Anna sniffled. “I guess that asshole’s cock wasn’t too bad — I wasn’t gonna give him the pleasure of knowing I enjoyed it though!” They both laughed.
“Nice! Once Reno’s cock is out of me, I’m gonna shower and we can get something to eat and start looking for another place to live, straight away. Fuck that asshole pervert!” said Lydia. Anna nodded.
“And then later tonight we’ll take turns fucking the dog again!” Anna said with a chuckle.
“Yes — we’ll just have to be sure to be quieter about it!” laughed Lydia, moaning and cumming again as Reno finally pulled his cock and knot free of her womb, releasing a torrent of dog sperm on the carpet below.

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A female classmate accuses me of being a virgin, and offers me a deal to pay to fix that.