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Michelle Part 6 Punishment

In this chapter, Michelle finally gets the punishment she earned for breaking the rules earlier. But life doesn’t exactly turn out the way I’d planned.

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ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND: PART FOUR – Day One

This story is a long one, so I’ve decided to break it up into three parts. This story is very special. It’s actually the reason that I started this whole damn thing in the first place. I hope you’ve enjoyed my stories so far. Bear in mind that I’m recalling all of these events, and while I have a good memory, I can’t remember everything, so basically this is what happened as far as I can recall and the rest is just filler made up by me. Enjoy, and as always, only the names have been changed!

Fiction

Re: Reading Allowed, Pt. 6

Thanks for all the great comments on the first five chapters. There are nine total, and I’ll get the rest posted soon. If you like this story you might enjoy my two collections of short erotica and my erotic-romance novel, which you can find on fictionwise.com under the name Zen Mackie.

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Family Circus – Ch. 1

At eighteen and some odd months, my senior year of high school, I was about the same height as I am now, thirty years later. I’ve added a few pounds, well OK, about twenty pounds, in the intervening years and while I was never much of an athlete I’m still in pretty good shape. My biggest concern as I developed into manhood was the size of my penis. It was obviously smaller than my peers and some of the meaner, crueler guys used to make fun of me in the locker room. All through high school I dreaded gym class and the then mandatory showers.
In early June, with only a week to go, I was looking forward to the end of my locker room torment. The closest I’d come to sex besides regular couplings with my right fist, was heavy necking and some petting in the back seat of my old Pontiac. That late May Thursday evening, I took my shower, including a nice leisurely jack, before brushing my teeth and going to bed. As I slid my naked body under the sheets I enjoyed the feel of the cotton against my skin and was asleep pretty quickly, thinking of my coming liberation from the smart assed remarks of my antagonists in the daily locker room sessions.
Startled awake in the darkness of the night, I realized there was somebody else in the room with me – I could hear breathing, slightly raspy, from across the room. Rolling over in my twin bed, I reached for the lamp on my bedside table and turned it on. Immediately I saw her, an old woman sitting in the chair at my desk, watching me intently.
“Who, who the hell are you?” I managed to stutter out after a couple of false starts.
“Doesn’t matter who I am, boy. Only matters what I can do for you,” she said in a soft but authoritative tone. “I understand the boys, the boys at school, they make fun of you?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Come on, boy. I ain’t got time to play no damn guessing games with the likes of you,” she nearly spat it out. “You knows exactly what I’m talking ’bout, boy. They been teasing you about the size of your damn penis. You stupid men, you’re all little boys when it comes to that. Always worried about the size of that damn thing of yours, ain’t you?” I could feel my face flush as she stood up from the chair and started across the room. With her standing up, I could more nearly make out her size and shape. She looked fairly short and heavy, wearing some sort of flowing, flimsy, gauzy gown that seemed to change hues as it moved with her. It was obvious that she had huge, pendulous tits that swayed behind the gauzy material of her gown as she walked toward me. Standing by my bedside, moving quickly she suddenly snatched the covers off of me and smiled as she looked down at my penis and testicles. “They are a bit on the puny side, boy, but I can do something about that for you. Do you want me to help you out a wee bit in that department, boy?”
“What do you mean,” I stumbled on the words.
“Don’t play stupid with me, you little fucker,” she reprimanded sharply. “I’m asking you if you want a bigger damn prick, and balls to go with it, you little ass.”
“well, yeah, I guess,” I mumbled.
“You guess? You guess, boy?” she spat. “The answer is either yes or no, you little dickhead. This is serious business. I swear, each generation of you fuckin’ men seems to be dumber than the last. Damn, I swear.” Her look was cross and angry as she glared at me. “Well?”
“Yes, I want to be bigger. I want to be bigger than most guys,” I managed to say firmly.
Her face immediately softened to a slight smile as she reached around behind herself and produced a mug of steaming broth. “Here, drink this, boy. It’ll give you the size you’re wanting.” I took the mug from her outstretched hand and sniffed its aroma. It didn’t smell all that bad, mostly like a strong beef and vegetable broth. “Drink it, boy. Drink it now,” she urged. I swigged it down in several large gulps. It was bitter tasting and hot flowing down my throat and made me feel hot in my abdomen.
“Is that all?” I asked. “I just drink that?”
“well no, deary,” she smiled as she said it softly. “Now you need to fuck me, and fuck me good.” As she said it, she moved quickly and her gown fell at her feet. She was heavy with some rolls of fat around her middle and those huge tits sagging down on her belly. I could feel myself beginning to engorge with hot blood in my penis. Looking at my developing erection she laughed. “You dickheads are all alike. Even an old hag like me can get a rise out of you!” Grabbing my penis in her right hand she began jackhammer like strokes that felt like she may tear it off of me. “Here, let’s see if we can work up enough dick to manage to get into me. I like to be satisfied, boy.” As I reached full erection she lifted her leg over, straddled me on the bed, and sat down roughly, guiding my penis into her. “Now stay with me, boy,” she said as she began to ride me like I was a mechanical horse or something. Forward and back, her hips thrusted on me faster and faster. I reached for her tits as they hung down onto my chest, lifting one to my mouth to suck on the huge nipple that was staring at me. She began to moan, a gutteral, animal like moan that seemed to emanate from deep within her as she began to thrust in an even more concerted way. Forward and back, she roughly rode me until she began to shake and tremble. As she stopped her thrusting I could feel her cunt alternately tightening and loosening on my penis, massaging it as I felt myself go over the top.
“Oh damn,” I mumbled as I felt myself cumming within this old woman. Though I’d just jacked off in the shower that evening it felt like I was letting a huge load loose in her cunt, hot, wet. In the waves of orgasm sweeping over me I felt myself letting go, the light of the room blacking out. I was blacking out.
When my alarm went off I awoke with a start. “Damn,” I thought, “That was one hell of a weird fucking dream. Shit, I’ll be glad when school’s over.” Flipping my covers off, I swung my feet off the side of the bed and sat up, scratching my head. As I did, something on my bedside table caught the corner of my eye. Looking at it I probably stopped short pretty fast. It was a heavy, off white china mug. What the fuck? Looking down at my legs I saw it. My penis, it was laying on the bed between my thighs reaching nearly to my knees. What the fuck? It looked oddly shaped until I realized it was lying on my testicles. Lifting it in the middle of its length, the end hung down like a piece of limp rope but what caught my eye was the size of my testicles. They looked like they may be the size of medium limes and my scrotum was enormous, a huge wrinkled sock of loose skin. Jumping up off my bed, my penis and testicles swung back and forth, striking my thighs. My damn penis hung loosely down, about two thirds of the way to my knees. It had to be at least ten inches long, flaccid, with my testicles hanging down a good two thirds its length. Holy shit! I’m some sort of a damn mutant. Pulling on a pair of loose gym shorts I headed for the bathroom to go take a leak.
In the hallway I met my older sister, nearly ran into her as she come out of the bathroom. Backing up, I said, “Excuse me. Gotta’ pee.” I noticed her eyes locked, looking down at my shorts. I followed her gaze, looked down, and discovered that about three or more inches of my penis were hanging out the leg of my shorts and the hem of the leg was bulged by my testicles, clearly visible hanging there behind my penis.
My sister blurted out, “Jesus, little brother. Is that what I think it is?”
“What the fuck do you think, Vickie?” I asked as I shoved past her and shut the bathroom door behind me. Pulling off my shorts, I tried to take a piss and manage to ring the toilet bowl, having a bit of trouble until I figured out where to grasp that damn snake between my legs to aim it accurately. Done with the piss, I looked at myself in the mirror. “Shit,” I thought, “I’ve never seen anything like this!”
Leaning into the shower, I turned on the water and adjusted it before climbing in and closing the glass shower door behind me. Standing in the warm water I looked down at my penis and testicles again. Where the fuck did they come from? Was the old hag in the room for real?
I heard a knock on the door. “Bobby, you OK?” I heard my mother ask.
“Yeah, Mom, I’m fine,” I replied.
“Can I come in?” she asked.
“I’m in the shower, Mom.”
“I know, Bobby. Vickie told me you had a problem,” Mom replied.
“I’m fine, Mom,” I told her but the bathroom door was opening anyway. Before I knew it she was in the bathroom, looking at me through the clear shower door.
“What’s going on, Bobby?” she asked.
I turned off the shower and toward her so she could see me. Sliding the door back, I looked down at my mutant organs and said, “This, Mom.”
Her eyes bulged as they locked on the sight. “Oh my,” she gasped out. “When did that happen?”
“I woke up like this just this morning,” I told her.
“That’s not normal, Bobby. Something’s wrong. I want you to see Dr. Vernon, today,” she said. “Today’s a good day since you don’t have school. Do you want me to call for an appointment with her?”
“Yeah, Mom,” I replied. “That’s fine.” She left the bathroom and I returned to my shower, washing up, washing that snake and my hanging testicles carefully. Dried off and back in my bedroom, I pulled on boxer shorts and my jeans. Big mistake. The jeans were too tight, hurting my oversize nuts and the legs were too tight on my thighs for my penis to hang comfortably down the left leg. Shit. I pulled the jeans off just as Mom tapped on my bedroom door and opened it. I was standing there with my penis and testicles hanging out the left leg of my boxer shorts and saw Mom’s eyes stop at the sight. She looked like she was trying to maintain eye contact with me but couldn’t prevent her eyes from drifting back down to the sight of my penis hanging out of my shorts.
“Dr. Vernon can see you at 10:30. Do you want me to come with you?” she asked.
“Whatever you want to do, Mom,” I told her as I turned toward my chest of drawers to pull out a folded pair of cargo pants. They fit more loosely and were comfortable. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that depending on how I was standing, my new equipment was either very obvious or not quite so obvious. Getting more accustomed to moving around in my new state, I sat down on the side of the bed, pulled on socks and tied my sneakers. Grabbing a T-shirt I headed down the hall toward the kitchen.
Vickie was sitting at the table. She looked up with a funny grin and asked, “Going to the doctor, Bobby?”
“Yeah, Vickie. I am,” I replied as I poured myself a bowl of shredded wheat. Mom was drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the morning paper.
She looked up and told me, “We need to get going soon if we’re going to get to the doctor’s office on time.”
“Sure, Mom.”

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Grandfather Gets A Hardon

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was very young, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.
Names have been changed where needed.
A few months after my grandfather and I had started having sex, he introduced me to a friend of his. On Sundays we all piled into my mother’s station wagon and went to church out in the country, a rather large church I thought at the time. There was a lower level, a basement of sorts, though most of it was above ground, so all the basement rooms actually had windows. There was a large set of stairs outside going up to the front door and the main auditorium, and inside there were stairs down to the basement rooms.
My grandfather was a deacon, and every other Sunday he, along with another deacon, would take up the collection on Sunday morning, then take it downstairs to one of the empty basement Sunday school rooms to count it. Usually he and the same deacon worked together, and another pair took the collection on Sunday evening, and another pair during the weeknight service. There were about a dozen deacons, so each group of six swapped off every other week.
One morning, after they had taken up the collection, my grandfather asked if I would like to go downstairs with him and watch as he and his partner counted it. Proud to have been asked to go along for such an important duty, and not even eight years old yet, I followed the two men downstairs as they went to the counting room.
They closed the door to the classroom and locked it, and made sure the curtains were pulled across the window, precautions I am sure they took for security because of the money in the collection. My grandfather took me aside and told me to do whatever his friend asked, that he was going to count the money while we ‘played’.
I knew what my grandfather meant by playing, and turned to see the other man had already unzipped his trousers and unbuckled his belt. He lowered his trousers and stepped out of them, folding them neatly over a table top, then pulled his cock from his boxers. I didn’t need any further instruction, and as the man sat into a chair, I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to service his cock.
Unlike my grandfather, this man was able to get a full erection, but the difference as far as I was concerned as I sucked his cock was almost negligible. I didn’t have to hold his cock up to support it as I sucked it, so I was able to stroke his cock with one hand while my other hand played with his balls through his boxers.
Soon I had my head bobbing up and down as I sucked his cock, and he leaned back in the chair groaning. After a few minutes he grasped the back of my head and pushed my mouth down on his cock, hard, and I almost gagged, but he let off in time. Then I got the biggest surprise – unlike my grandfather, whose cum simply seeped out as I sucked him, the man actually spurted his cum out into my mouth, into the back of my throat, and I had to work hard to swallow the cum. I wasn’t used to it all coming that hard and fast, all at once, and I couldn’t swallow it all fast enough, and some dribbled out of my mouth and onto my chin. I continued sucking and licking as much of his cum as I could off his cock as it gradually went limp, and as I pulled my lips off his cock he wiped his cum off my chin with his handkerchief.
My grandfather had finished counting the collection by then, and as his friend put his trousers back on, grandfather unfastened his trousers and let them drop down around his ankles as he took his place sitting on the chair. I took his cock out of his boxers myself, and immediately started sucking him as the other man watched. He commented that he wished his grandson would do that for him, as my head bobbed up and down on my grandfather’s cock and I stroked the shaft. Once my grandfather was satisfied, he wiped his cock off with a handkerchief and pulled his trousers back up, and dusted off the knees of my trousers, and we all headed back upstairs.
Two Sundays later, my grandfather and the same deacon friend were in charge of the collection again, and we repeated our session. This became the pattern for almost a year, whenever my grandfather and his deacon friend took up the collection, except for once when my grandfather took up the collection with someone else. I learned that men normally got completely erect during sex, like the other deacon, and their cum usually spurted out, as his did, and found out that my grandfather had a problem with his erection and couldn’t seem to get a normal erection anymore. It didn’t matter to me, though; I loved sucking his cock just as much as I always had.
The next spring, about the time I got out of school for the summer, there was some sort of falling out at the church, and several members, including my grandparents, left the congregation. Shortly after that, my mother decided to move about an hour and a half away from my grandparents, close to her younger sister and her family.
Even after we moved, almost every weekend we would make the drive to my grandparents’ house and spend the weekend. The summer before, after we had moved to the house just up the street, I would have me stay over at my grandparents’ house a couple of nights a week, and my grandfather had become so brazen that he would take me to his bed, in the bedroom he and my grandmother shared, though they slept in separate beds. Now my mother slept in the back bedroom, separated by only a cloth curtain from my grandparents’ bedroom, and my younger brothers and I slept on the floor in the living room of the small house. The only time I had alone with my grandfather was when everyone else went shopping on Saturdays, and since they were no longer going to church, there were no more sessions in the church basement.
The first couple of weekends we drove up to visit, that’s what he had to settle for, sex with me when everyone else was gone shopping. Then he grew even bolder, and after we had driven up one Friday night, and everyone else had gone to bed, he came and got me out of the living room and took me to his bed. We had sex openly then, in the room right next to where my mother was lying in bed, and I could hear her moving around and knew she was awake and aware of what was going on. She never got up and came in to stop what was going on, just as my grandmother had never made a move to stop it the summer before, as I happily sucked my grandfather’s cock and he sucked mine. We fell asleep, naked, in his bed.
The next morning no one said anything at breakfast, though afterward I did hear snippets of whispered conversation off and on during the morning. As I said in a previous story (Grandfather’s Boy Toy), my grandfather had a history of molesting two of his young teenage daughters, his oldest daughter and my mother, but it had been kept a deep family secret for years. My grandmother had known what was going on then, as well, but out of fear and the stigma that would go with it if it became public, had never tried to stop it.
That afternoon, as usual, everyone except my grandfather and me left to go grocery shopping, and as soon as they left, we headed for my grandfather’s bed. After we had swapped blowjobs and I had ‘fucked’ his foreskin, my grandfather told me that from then on, whenever we came to visit, he and I would sleep together in the back bedroom, and my mother and grandmother would sleep in the front bedroom. I didn’t question him about it, but starting that very night, that was the arrangement.
I didn’t know it then, but a deal had been struck with my mother and grandmother, allowing my grandfather to continue using me for sex, freely and openly, as long as he never molested my two younger brothers. What it amounted to was that I was already considered ‘damaged goods’ and given up as too far gone, in order to spare my younger brothers. I found that out years later, after my grandfather had died, and my grandmother told me about the arrangement.
At the time, though, I didn’t care. I was allowed to suck my grandfather’s cock for him, and he could suck mine, every night whenever we visited, and Saturday afternoons to boot when everyone else was shopping.
When I was ten years old, my mother’s oldest sister, the one that had been molested by my grandfather, and her family came down to visit my grandparents for a week or so. There were two older girls, about 15 or 16, who were my uncle’s daughters from a previous marriage, and a girl my age, Robin, and a boy who was maybe a couple of years younger than me.
My aunt knew my grandfather’s history, having been molested by him herself, and took care not to leave her stepdaughters alone with him, because they were about the same age she was when he started molesting her. She slipped up, though, when we came up to visit for the day – there wasn’t room for all of us to stay in that small house at night, so we were going back home that evening – and everyone decided they had somewhere to go. My uncle took the older girls to visit some friends they had across town, then he was going to run around a bit, and everyone else planned to go shopping, except, of course, my grandfather and me. He convinced my aunt to leave Robin with us, and I guess she thought Robin would be safe because she was only ten, and I was there, so they all went on without us.
My grandfather had both of us in the bedroom with him almost before they had gotten out of the driveway. He asked Robin if she had ever seen a boy naked, and she said yes, she had seen her brother in the bath a few times. Grandfather said we were going to play a game and had both of us strip naked, and he did the same. Robin was a bit hesitant but went along when she saw me taking my clothes off. She and I had always been close, and she trusted me enough to go along with anything I did.
Once we were all naked, my grandfather invited Robin to check out his cock. She wasn’t sure about that, but I took her hand and guided it to his cock, and moved it along the shaft for her, and around his balls, then I took my other hand and slid his foreskin back so she could see. There was a small drop of pre-cum there, and as she watched, I licked it from the slit of his cock. My grandfather then lifted her onto the bed and positioned her on her back, and checked her little pussy out, taking quite a while to explore her hairless slit with his fingers.
My grandfather let Robin watch as I took his cock into my mouth, sucking it and licking the pre-cum from the head of it. He had her watch as he directed me to show her how to lick and suck his cock, how I stroked the shaft of his cock as I sucked him, and how I used my other hand to play with his balls.
After a few minutes he asked if she was ready to try it, and I took my mouth off his cock as she moved closer. I showed her how to grasp the shaft in one hand, and watched as she lowered her face toward the tip of his cock. She saw the bit of cum at the slit and hesitated, and I reassured her that it was all right, that it didn’t really taste bad. She licked the bit of cum off the tip and tasted it, then she wrapped her sweet lips around the tip of our grandfather’s cock and began to take the head of it into her mouth.
Grandfather was still only able to get his cock half-erect, but, as he had done when I first started sucking his cock, he gently put his hands behind Robin’s head and began to push down, so she took more of his cock into her mouth. As soon as she started to gag, he released the pressure and let her back off a bit, then he would gently push her head down again. I told her to move her head up and down and let the cock slide in and out of her lips, and watched as she quickly caught on. I moved her free hand up to his balls, and whispered to her how to rub them and squeeze them gently as I watched her head bob up and down, her lips wrapped around his cock.
As she sucked his cock, I slipped one hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy. That startled her, and she almost stopped, but I whispered to her to go on, that it was okay. Robin trusted me, and continued sucking grandfather’s cock as I began to play with her little pussy. At first I simply rubbed her small mound with the flat of my fingertips, then I slipped one of my fingers into her slit and rubbed it up and down her slit a few times, barely penetrating her. I spent a few seconds at a time gently rubbing her clitty each time I slipped my finger near the top of her slit, then I would slide it down the full length of her slit and back up again, once more rubbing her clitty. My grandfather watched as I fingered her pussy for a bit, then lay back and simply enjoyed his blow job as Robin worked her lips up and down on his cock.
I had first sucked my grandfather’s cock at seven years old, and in the three years since had also begun having sex with some of the young girls I knew. The first girl I had ever fucked, at age nine, was an ‘older’ girl of eleven, and she had swiped a few of her dad’s sex magazines for us to use as training aids. After over a year of fucking her and a couple of other girls, I had tried quite a few things, and had even had my first real orgasm the year before, but I had never told my grandfather about any of that.
Robin was able to roll over and spread her legs a bit more as she continued to suck my grandfather’s cock, and I began to slowly fingerfuck her, pumping my finger in and out of her pussy rather than slipping it up and down the length of her slit. Her small pussy lips had opened by now, and she was actually beginning to get rather wet, and it was getting harder for her to concentrate on sucking grandfather.
Grandfather was finally satisfied, for now, and allowed Robin to release his cock from her sweet lips and roll over onto her back. I asked him if I could taste her pussy and lick it like we had his cock, and he said that would be okay. I don’t think my grandfather had ever kissed a pussy before himself, but on the other hand, he had never sucked a cock before, either, until I happened to give him the opportunity.
He watched as I lowered my face between Robin’s thighs and began to lick her sweet little pussy. I used the fingers of one hand to spread her pussy lips a bit, and licked up and down the slit a few times. Then, as I slipped a couple of fingers inside her pussy and began to fingerfuck her again, I began licking around her clitty and occasionally bumping my tongue up against it. Robin began to moan, and my grandfather said maybe it was time she had a good fucking, and as I stopped licking her for a moment, he explained to us what fucking was, and asked if we would like to try it.
I was all for it, of course, but Robin was still a virgin – though she probably had no idea what that was – and she wasn’t sure, so I told her it would be all right, it might hurt just a bit at first but it would feel so good, and I would stop if it hurt her too much. By now she was already pretty excited from sucking grandfather’s cock and from the oral and manual stimulation I had given her, and she wanted that good feeling, so she said yes, she would try it.
Grandfather was all ready for me to fuck her right away, but I wanted to taste a bit more of her pussy first. I had kissed quite a bit of pussy over the last year, but Robin’s pussy somehow tasted sweeter to me, and excited me so much more, probably because we were first cousins and I knew it was incest. I had learned what that was since the first time I had sucked my grandfather off, and even with him, as much as I had loved sucking his cock before, once I found out it was forbidden, I had come to enjoy it that much more.
Robin lay back and I continued licking and kissing her pussy, fingerfucking her as I did so, until she began to moan and wriggle around a bit. Then, as my grandfather looked on approvingly, I mounted her, and began to lower my prick into her pussy. I got the head inside her slit, and used my hand to rub it up and down her slit a couple of times, and told her to let me know if it hurt. I gently slipped the rest of my little pole inside her. There was just a bit of resistance at one point, then I was quickly past it as Robin gave a little gasp, and finally I had it all the way inside her. I asked how she felt and she said okay, and I began to slowly pump my pecker in and out of her wet cunny.
It felt so incredibly good to be fucking my cousin, so much better than fucking just any girl, and I was absolutely thrilled to be taking her virginity. Robin seemed to be enjoying it as well, as she had started pushing her pussy up to meet my prick on its downstrokes, and gotten the rhythm pretty well. My grandfather began to moan as he watched, and I looked over and was surprised to see that he was holding his rock hard cock in his hand, stroking off as I fucked his granddaughter. I had never seen him with a full erection before, and I guess it took seeing his grandson fuck his virgin granddaughter to get it up for him.
He moved over closer and put his cock in Robin’s face, touching her lips, and told her to suck it for him as I continued to fuck her. She managed to get the head of his cock inside her lips, and began sucking and licking on it as he continued to stroke on the shaft. By now I was pumping my dick in and out of her pussy as fast as I could, and a couple of minutes later I pushed my pecker as deep into her pussy as I could and began to cum. My grandfather, watching me shoot my cum inside her, began to cum as well, a real spurting cum, the first time I had seen him do that as well. Robin tried to catch his cum in her mouth, but most of it spilled out onto her face, and as my grandfather sat back, satisfied, I leaned over and began to lick his cum off her face. Afterwards I again licked and kissed her pussy for a few minutes, tasting my own cum mingled with her sweet pussy juice.
My grandfather, not used to that much excitement, decided he was going to take a nap for a while, so Robin and I cleaned up and got dressed and left him in his room. We went out back on the covered back porch and found an old blanket to spread in one corner, then sat down and talked a while. Robin said she had enjoyed me licking and playing with her pussy, and had enjoyed being fucked, but said grandfather had been a bit rough, and she hadn’t cared for that so much. She was glad he hadn’t tried to fuck her, because his cock was so much larger than mine, and I told her I didn’t think he would, because he normally couldn’t get it hard enough for that, and he had never tried to fuck me in over three years. She asked how he could do that, and I explained I had been having sex with other boys and girls for a while, and explained to her what anal sex was. Robin said she wasn’t sure she could do that, let a boy stick his ‘thing’ up her butt, but I told her I had let other boys do it to me, and it felt great. She said okay, maybe we could try it sometime, then asked if she could see my ‘thing’ again.
I was happy to oblige, and quickly stripped off my pants and underwear. I stood in front of her naked as she knelt on the floor to get a closer look, then I felt her take it into her mouth. I hadn’t had a chance to let her suck my dick before, and I was more than happy to let her do so now. I gently pumped my hard little pecker in and out of her mouth, and she picked up on the rhythm and began to suck me off. Since my dick was smaller than my grandfather’s, she was able to take it further into her mouth without gagging or choking. Again, the fact that it was my cousin made it feel so much more incredible than any blowjob I had ever had, the difference is indescribable. In just a few minutes, I warned her I was getting ready to cum, but she kept sucking greedily as I shot my load of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all, and kept licking and sucking my shaft until it was limp again.
She asked how long it would be before it was hard again, and I told her it would be a few minutes. She said that was good, because she wanted me to fuck her one more time before grandfather got up or everyone started getting home. I told her it might get hard again quicker if she would just let me taste her pussy some more while we were waiting, and she was out of her clothes and lying back on the blanket in a flash.
This time I began by paying a little attention to her tiny titties. At ten, they hadn’t really even started developing yet, but I had already learned that having their titties licked and sucked was a great turn-on for some girls. Robin was soon squirming and moaning as I kissed one titty, then the other, and I began licking and kissing my way down her belly. I stopped and spent a couple of minutes licking and kissing her navel, then continued on down to her little clitty. I slowly licked around it with my tongue, then wrapped my lips around it and sucked gently, then ran my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her juices. Every once in a while I would stop and pay attention to her clit for a few seconds, then I would go back to licking and kissing the rest of her pussy for a bit.
My little pecker was stiff again in no time, and I asked if she was ready. Robin was moaning and panting, but managed to mumble a yes, so I quickly mouthed her and thrust my dick inside her. There was no slow and easy this time, I simply fucked her as hard and fast as I could, pumping my pecker in and out of her. She caught on to the rhythm and her pussy began to rise and fall in time to my thrusting dick, and we fucked like that until I came and we both collapsed, exhausted but happy. It had felt just as stupendous, just as deliciously evil, fucking her the second time as it had the first, and we had both gotten a fantastic cum out of it.
By the time my mother and those who had gone shopping got back, Robin and I were well fucked, but had cleaned up and dressed. After dinner that night, as we were driving back home, I hoped Robin and I would get a chance to get together again. The next weekend, the last weekend Robin’s family would be visiting, her parents stayed home with Robin, my grandfather and me while everyone else went shopping or visiting, so my grandfather wasn’t able to get Robin and me alone together. I think my aunt had picked up that leaving Robin alone with the old man, even with me around, maybe wasn’t a good idea. Robin and I did manage to slip away from the grownups for a while, though, long enough to get in some oral sex and a good fuck.
As far as I know, my grandfather never got another chance to molest Robin. Whenever her family came down to visit, about once a year, one of Robin’s parents was always around whenever grandfather was around, though it seems they never caught on to the fact that Robin and I were slipping off and fucking.
My grandfather and I, of course, continued our relationship just as it was the rest of the year, and that continued for a couple more years after that. He went back to being only able to get semi-erect again, but I still loved the old man’s cock, and gladly sucked it every chance I got.

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Fantasm

The game

The choke chain tightened around my neck cutting off my air. I thrashed beneath Nick as he continued to thrust violently into my convulsing cunt. I bucked wildly against him trying to keep my eyes focussed on his face as the edges of my vision darkened. A feeling of euphoric bliss blossomed and exploded in the pit of my stomach flowing outward from it’s epicenter in my womb to wash through my entire body. I could feel the muscles in my rippling vagina clamp down on Nick’s thick, rigid cock.
My hands clawed at the chain around my throat as I realized he wasn’t letting up. My chest ached as my deprived lungs screamed for air. My orgasm, as intense as when it had first rocked through me, arched my body impossibly until just my heels and the crown of my head remained in contact with the bed. Nick slammed into my gushing cunt mercilessly, the end of the choke chain wrapped in his fist as he pulled it tighter.
Light faded and my body fell limp.
***
Nick slapped me hard and I groaned without opening my eyes. He slapped me again and I roused enough to realize his hard cock was just above my face, a gossamer strand of clear ooze hung from the tip to slide down the side of my nose onto my cheek. I knew what he wanted before he spoke.
“Suck it, you filthy slut,” he growled.
I shivered. His harsh words sent a thrill of pleasure along my spine. I opened my mouth and dug the tip of my tongue into his piss hole to scoop out the pre-cum gathered there. He shoved his cock into my mouth, his hands gripping the sides of my head as he forced himself into my throat and started fucking my face. I gagged on him and he moaned softly as my throat convulsed on the head of his penis.
I reached between my legs and slid my fingers through the wet folds of my cunt as I sucked and licked his thrusting cock. I lifted my wet fingers to explore the crack of his ass. Finding his tight pucker, I pushed my middle finger against it insistently. Feeling it give and stretch I slid my finger deep into his clenching ass and and began to thrust, matching his rhythm in my mouth.
His breathing ragged, he wrapped his hands around fistfuls of my hair lifting my head as he shoved all 7” of his steel hard cock into my mouth. The spongy head pushed against the back of my throat and he growled deep in his chest as he erupted. There was no question of spit or swallow. It was swallow or drown as he released a torrent of semen directly into my constricting throat. So I swallowed as I continued to fuck his ass with my finger. My tongue undulating against his shaft as I drank his precious sperm, milking his balls dry.
When he had spent his load in my mouth and his cock began to soften, he let his piss begin to pour into my mouth. It didn’t surprise me anymore. I almost expected it. I made a gurgling sound around his thick penis as I tried to keep up with the flow. I swallowed frantically, knowing well what he’d do to me if I let one drop spill from between my lips. I chased his sperm with gulp after gulp of his hot piss.
Finished, he fell to the bed and laid beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly while we both caught our breath. After a few minutes he pulled me against him and kissed me deeply as he stroked my hair. I snuggled against him, happy that he’d allowed me to survive another encounter. I knew there would come a day he didn’t. It kept things really interesting.
“Ready to play?” he asked slapping my ass hard.
I laughed as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed looking back at him over my shoulder. “I’m always ready, baby.”
***
I stepped into the bright, late afternoon sunlight and looked around. There were a few people enjoying the motel swimming pool. A family on their way to vacation someplace a lot more exciting than this little pimple of a town in way the fuck and beyond gone Nebraska. At least that’s what I assumed. I couldn’t imagine anyone choosing McCook as their dream vacation destination.
I ran my hand over the red hair of the wig I wore and pushed the large, dark glasses up onto the bridge of my nose. Nick and I weren’t here. The motel room had been paid for with a stolen credit card as was the rented car. Our IDs were very expensive forgeries. Denver and the secluded rented cabin by some mountain lake was as far as anyone could track us.
He unlocked the driver’s side door of the silver Pontiac and climbed in before popping the lock on my side. I got in and fidgeted with the wig again. He started the car and backed out of the space in front of our room.
“Let the wig alone,” he said. “It looks fine.”
I folded my hands in my lap and watched the little frame houses pass my window as he headed out of town. Neither of us spoke. I could feel the pent up energy boiling off my lover. He’d been waiting for this ever since I’d introduced him to my uptight, good girl roommate Jeanie nearly a year before and he had started his onlline friendship with her.
A few miles out of town he turned off the blacktop onto a dirt road. I hadn’t known until Jeanie had brought me home with her last Christmas that there were still dirt roads. Her parents lived on a small ranch that sat, literally, in the middle of nowhere. Their nearest neighbor was at least two miles away.
Nick turned onto the lane that led back to the house. I pulled the red wig off my head and shook out my long, dark hair. I tossed the wig into the back seat and retrieved the large tote bag I’d stashed behind the driver’s seat when we had picked the car up. He glanced over at me as I settled back into my seat.
“Feel better?” he asked with a grin.
“Much,” I said hugging the nylon bag on my lap.
Nick parked the car behind the red pickup in the driveway. We got out and he took the bag from me as we walked toward the house. He stood off to the side with his back against the wall and I knocked. The curtain moved and someone looked through one of the small panes in the door.
The door opened and Jeanie’s mom stared at me through the screened storm door. “Haley,” she said wrinkling her nose as though she smelled something bad. “What are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to Jeanie,” I said trying to work up a tear.
“You really should have called.”
“I know, Beverly” I said sniffling. “I just had to get away from my dad. I didn’t know anywhere else that he wouldn’t find me.”
That did it. Jeanie’s mother was convinced my father was the devil. She pushed the door open and stood back to let me enter. Before she could let it swing shut Nick stepped through and swung the heavy duffle bag hitting her square in her smug face. Her head snapped back and she dropped to the floor, stunned by the unexpected blow.
Straddling her stomach I opened the bag. As I extracted the roll of duct tape I heard Jeanie screaming for her dad. I looked up for a second as Nick rushed after her, then turned back to my task. Working quickly, I wrapped duct tape around the wrists of the stunned, older women beneath me. I covered her mouth with a strip of silver then swung my leg over her body and turned to bind her ankles together.
I stood up and dragged her by her feet to the the stairs that lead down to the family room in the basement. I started dragging her down the steps then stood aside and let her slide. A muffled cry of pain or surprise left her as she landed in a heap at the bottom. I followed, jumping off the third step from the bottom to land on her stomach. She made a loud whooshing sound as all the air left her body and she jerked her knees up.
Jeanie’s dad had started down the steps before I had a chance to drag his wife into the nice, comfy seating area. He was followed by his wide eyed daughter. Her pale cheeks were wet with tears and Nick held a gun to her ribs. It wasn’t loaded, but neither Jeanie or her dad knew that.
Nick shoved Jeanie toward where her mother lay on the floor. She stumbled then kneeled by the bitch’s prone form. I grabbed her by her blond pony tail and dragged her to the sofa. Pulling her up to sit beside me, I wrapped my arms around her.
“Why are you doing this?” she whined pathetically as she watched Nick direct her father to the straight back chair he had set at the far end of the room.
I kissed her cheek and she winced. “We just stopped by to visit,” I said giving her a little squeeze. “Haven’t you missed me?”
“This isn’t just a visit. What do you want?”
I curled up next to her, my arms still around her, resting my head on her stiff shoulder while we watched Nick tie her dad to the chair. “I thought you would enjoy meeting Nick,” I said softly against her ear.
Her eyes flew open wide as she looked at the man tightening the rope around her father’s chest. The man that had won her trust and befriended her online. The man she’d turned to and confided in time and again as I had tormented her with the knowledge that I had fucked her daddy right after the beginning of our last year of college. That I’d done him more than once. I’d even fucked him here in this room when she’d brought home with her for Christmas while she and her mother were upstairs making cookies.
Nick finished tying off the rope binding her father to the chair and crossed the room to stand smiling down at my BFF. Jeanie trembled in my embrace as Nick knelt and reached out to stroke her cheek. She made a choking sound as she tried to swallow her sob.
“Hey, baby,” he said softly, almost soothingly. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, right?”
Jeanie stared at him uncomprehendingly. The hand that had been caressing her cheek drew back and slapped her sharply. She jerked her head back and cried out in shocked surprise.
“Answer me,” he said gripping her chin firmly.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I’ll be good.”
He patted her cheek then stood up. Jeanie watched him with fear growing in her eyes as he reached into the bag and pulled out another length of rope. I let my hands glide down the front of her taut body to the snap on her white denim shorts.
“No, baby,” Nick said stopping me before I could open her fly. “Jeanie’s going to take them off for me.”
I laughed at the look of dull confusion on her face as Nick took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She had never been the brightest person I knew. She was kind of vapid, actually. It was a good thing she was pretty.
Nick leaned down and kissed Jeanie. She pressed her hands against his chest like she actually thought there was some way she was going to stop what was happening. He held her face between his hands and rested his forehead against hers.
“Take the shorts off,” he said so gently it was almost a caress.
Jeanie shook her head.
“Make it easy or make it hard, baby,” he said in a menacingly soft voice. “It’s up to you. Take them off now, though, or your mom is going to pay.”
Jeanie sobbed as she unzipped the shorts. Off to the side good old Roger found his voice and began to pray out loud. Nick ignored him as Jeanie pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. He slipped his fingers under the elastic in the leg on one side and hooked his thumb under the other to pull the crotch of her white cotton panties tight between the lips of her pussy.
She whimpered as he rubbed her clit with the bunched fabric. Her hands that had been pushing at him curled into fists clenched around his shirt as she tried to steady herself. Nick pulled up hard and she cried out as she went up on her toes.
He let go of her panties and slid his hand between her legs. Jeanie moaned loudly as he shoved his fingers into her cunt. He thrust in and out roughly and I could hear the slurping, sucking sound they made.
I laughed. “You’re a fucking slut, Jeanie,” I said mockingly. “You’re getting wet for the man that’s going to rape you.”
Tears were flowing down her face again and her dad was still calling on God to protect them as Nick stripped Jeanie’s panties off and tossed them to me.
“Take care of him,” he ordered as he forced my former room mate onto her knees. “And gag him.”
I rummaged through the duffle bag and pulled out the brown prescription bottle. Popping the top off I dumped two of the 20 mg tablets of Cialis into the palm of my hand. I snapped the cap back on and dropped the bottle into the bag. I grabbed the roll of duct tape.
“Hey, Rog,” I said straddling his lap.
“You have to stop this, Haley,” he said a little unsteadily. “You can’t bring this man into my…”
“I didn’t bring him here,” I said. “Jeanie invited him.”
Roger looked at me blankly. I held the almond shaped yellow tablets up to his lips. He pulled his head back and clamped his lips together stubbornly. I laughed and pinched his nose shut.
“It’s like Nick said,” I told him. “You can make it easy or you can make it hard, but you’re going to swallow these pills. If you want to watch your wife and daughter suffer first…”
He opened his mouth and I pushed the pills to the back of his tongue. I know his mouth had to be dry, but he swallowed the tablets without any farther resistance. I shoved the wet crotch of his daughter’s underwear into his mouth and covered it with a strip of tape. I saw his throat work as he swallowed hard again and I could swear I felt his cock twitch.
I slid back off his lap and turned to watch as Nick finished hog-tying Jeanie, ankles to wrists behind her back. He stood up and gazed admiringly down at her bowed body. Naked from the waist down she tried to squeeze her her thighs together, then groaned and spread her knees to relieve the strain on her joints.
Nick pushed the pointed toe of his cowboy boot against the glistening opening of her cunt and she screamed. I knew he wasn’t hurting her yet. I’d taken more of that boot in my pussy many times. Jeanie was just such a baby about everything. She wasn’t going to enjoy much of what Nick had planned for her.
He laughed at her as she tried to squirm away from him. Looking over at me as he unbuckled his belt, he asked, “You know where he keeps his shotguns?”
Beside me Roger moaned around his daughter’s panties. I nodded. He kept his shotguns in an unlocked, glass front case in their living room upstairs.
“Go,” Nick ordered.
I started toward the stairs. “Buckshot,” he said before I reached the bottom step.
I nodded and ran up the stairs. In the living room I opened the front of the gun case and lifted one of the shotguns from it’s rack. Opening the long drawer, I grabbed a blue box of shells.
Nick was folding his jeans when I got back downstairs. He laid them neatly on top of his folded shirt. He was kind of particular about things like that. He refused to tolerate my clutter and insisted that everything be in it’s proper place and the house kept spotless. The only chaos Nick allowed was that which he created.
And he was about to start creating. He pulled on a pair of latex surgical gloves then grabbed a handful of Bev’s hair to drag her across the floor. The old kitchen table in the corner served for their family game nights. Now it was going to be used for a different kind of game. Nick hoisted Bev onto the formica surface, dumping her onto her back. He lifted her by her throat and slammed her head against the table top.
“Don’t move,” he told her harshly.
He strode back to where Jeanie lay crying softly. “Bring the bag,” he said to me as he lifted Jeanie by one elbow to half drag, half carry her to the table where her mother lay still.
I followed him carrying the bag, the shotgun, and shells. He dropped Jeanie and positioned her on her back just in front of the table. I dropped the bag next to her and handed the shotgun to Nick. Without warning he brought the butt up sharply and rammed it into my midsection. I doubled over with a surprised grunt.
“Finger prints, you stupid cunt,” he growled at me.
“I’ve been here before,” I reminded him angrily. “I can explain my finger prints if I have to.”
He smiled unpleasantly and I suspected he wasn’t really worried about my carelessness. If they did dust for finger prints ours wouldn’t be the only unidentified prints they found. His treatment of me had a lot more to do with the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to leave too many marks on Jeanie. Nothing that couldn’t be explained by her crazed father losing it and raping his daughter before murdering his family and killing himself.
Nick opened the box of shells and extracted two. Carrying the shotgun with him he dropped to one knee behind Roger. He placed one shell in Roger’s palm and squeezed his fingers against it then loaded it into one chamber before doing the same with the second shell.
He stood up and returned to the table where Beverly lay quietly with her eyes tightly shut. Propping the loaded gun against the wall, he reached out and ripped the tape off Bev’s mouth. He lifted her legs, pressing her knees to her chest and spread her ass cheeks.
“No, please,” Bev moaned miserably. “Please don’t.”
Nick laughed and turned to me. His cock was thick and rigid, standing proudly from the crisp curls at its base. I wanted to kneel and worship it with my mouth, to fondle his tight balls while I stroked and sucked the nectar that I craved from his testicles. I knew that wasn’t what he wanted from me now.
I pulled a condom from the duffle bag and opened the foil with my teeth. He hated condoms, but they were necessary this time. I took the thin latex out of its package and rolled it onto is erection. He stood behind Bev, one foot on either side of Jeanie’s head.
He looked down at my friend’s stricken face. “Mommy first, baby,” he said grinning. “Don’t worry, though. I promise there will be plenty left for you.”
Placing one hand on the back of each of her thighs, he pushed her legs up. Bev started whimpering and begging him to stop. He pushed the head of his rampant cock against her tight sphincter and she screamed as he shoved it into her.
I fell to my knees and crawled under the table. Lifting Jeanie’s head onto my lap I watched as Nick savagely fucked Bev’s ass. His cock was streaked with her blood and she was screaming mindlessly as he pumped into her torn anus.
Jeanie squeezed her eyes shut to close out the sight of her mother’s violation. I popped her a little one on the chin and her eyes flew open. She looked a little dazed, but I knew it wasn’t from the gentle tap I’d just given her.
“Watch,” I ordered her, “or I’m going to feed you that condom when he’s done.”
Her eyes widened then fixed on Nick’s hard cock pounding into her mother’s bleeding ass. His rhythm quickened and I could hear him grunting as he slammed into her abused body. Jeanie was crying harder, whether for her mom or because she knew what was in store for her I didn’t know. Nick groaned and pushed deep into Bev’s ass and I knew he was cumming.
I let Jeanie’s head slide off my lap as I crawled from under the table. I picked up a ziploc bag and peeled the dirty condom off Nick’s deflating penis, dropping it into the plastic bag. I sucked him into my mouth and cleaned his cum from his twitching cock.
He stroked my hair then picked up the shotgun. Lifting her legs to rest against his chest, Nick pushed the muzzle of the gun against the opening of her cunt. She shrieked and started beating her heels against him ineffectually. She tried to push him away with her feet as he shove a few inches of the barrel into her dry pussy.
“Nnnoooooooooooo!” she wailed as I grabbed her around the calves and pulled her legs up and held them so Nick could fuck her good and hard with the barrel of the shotgun that was becoming Bev’s last lover.
She bucked wildly, rolling her hips as he thrust deeper and deeper into her cunt. It looked for all the world like she was fucking the gun back, probably with a lot more enthusiasm than she’d ever fucked her husband. Nick had at least 10” of the barrel in her ravaged pussy when she finally stopped struggling. Her breathing was rapid and shallow and her eyes were glassy.
“Stand back,” he said to me.
I stepped back and he withdrew a few inches of the barrel. Resting the stock by his hip, he squeezed the triggers and fired both barrels into her vagina. Even though I was expecting it, the loud report in the confines of the family room made me jump. Bev’s body jerked then twitched as she went limp, her eyes wide and empty. A pool of blood spread beneath her body, spilling over the edges of the table and blood dripped from her ruined cunt onto her daughter’s upturned face.
Nick pulled the barrel out of Bev’s dead body and dropped it on the floor. Jeanie was completely still and quiet as he rolled her onto her belly and dropped to his knees between her thighs. He pulled the surgical gloves off and bunched his fingers together to shove them into her wet cunt. She grunted as he thrust into her, working more and more of his hand into her pussy with each hard stroke.
His cock was rising as he tucked his thumb against his palm and she writhed as he buried his entire hand in her cunt. I slipped my hand under my short skirt and began rubbing the wet crotch of my panties. I would have sat in front of her face and made her eat my dripping pussy, but Nick didn’t want to have to clean up when we were done. This was supposed to be in and out, so to speak.
I pulled my panties aside and rammed two fingers into my drenched vagina as I watched Nick pound the inside of Jeanie’s cunt with his fist. The lips of her tortured pussy were stretched so tight over his forearm that the skin was white. The force of his powerful thrusts was sliding her body across the carpet so he put his free hand on her back to hold her down.
My breathing came in panting gasps as I watched the walls of Jeanie’s cunt pull out, grasping at his arm as he withdrew and sliding back with his inward stroke. I leaned back a little and worked my fingers in and out of my cunt rapidly while pressing my thumb against my swollen clit.
Nick pulled out so just his hand was still inside her. He twisted his wrist back and forth and Jeanie’s face screwed up. Her mouth hung open and she was panting like a bitch in heat. Nick rocked his hand inside her cunt then thrust in hard and deep.
Jeanie arched her back and screamed and I knew he was pushing his fingers into her cervix. I cried out as my cunt clenched on my fingers and I came shivering violently with the force of my orgasm. I rode the waves of my climax with my fingers buried in my spasming cunt as Nick finger fucked her uterus. She moaned pathetically as she kissed the carpet, her face rubbing back and forth on the floor as he continued to torment her.
He looked at me as he pulled his hand out of her gaping cunt. “You’re pretty fucking useless, aren’t you?” he asked me, watching me suck my cum coated fingers as he put on a fresh condom.
I knew he didn’t expect an answer, but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. “I love you, too,” I said sarcastically.
His look told me that I was going to pay for my smart mouth later, but he was occupied with more pressing matters at the moment. He rose onto his knees and pushed his arms through the space between Jeanie’s calves and hips and braced himself with his hands against the floor. I moved forward quickly to guide the head of his engorged cock to her tightly puckered anus.
His thick penis bent a little as it tried to gain entrance to her ass. She moaned loudly as her sphincter gave enough for the head of his cock to push through. He paused for just a second then shoved all the way in. She shuddered and went completely limp as he began to rape her virgin ass.
Jesus, baby,” he groaned. “She’s so fucking tight. Wake her up.”
I rummaged through the duffle bag and found the smelling salts. Turning her head toward me I snapped the vial under her nose. She jerked as she came to.
“Stay with us, sweetie,” I said tapping her cheek. “Nick wants to see how much you’re enjoying his cock.”
Jeanie sobbed as Nick literally pounded the shit out of her. He leaned over her back pressing her down and changing his angle of penetration to make her rape as painful as possible. She shrieked and I knew he had to be tearing her.
Having cum already when he was fucking Bev’s ass I knew he was going to be a while in Jeanie. It was why he’d done her mother first. Jeanie was the reason we were here. He’d spent nearly ten months playing the shy, lonely, older man just looking to befriend some sweet young girl. Just someone nice and pure to talk to.
She had fallen for it all so beautifully, confiding in her friend, exchanging syrupy emails and telling him all about her final year in college. She’d complained to him about what a horrible friend I was. She cried to him about how I made her feel so insignificant and unattractive. And he had consoled her.
I moved to kneel beside him. I leaned down and cupped my hand over his swinging balls, pressing them against against his body as I extended my tongue to run it over and around his anus. He slowed his rhythm, fucking her slow and deep while I licked his asshole.
I sat back on my heels and sucked my fingers, wetting them with my saliva. He groaned, a shiver of pleasure running up his spine as I gently pushed my forefinger into his anus and began directly stimulating his prostrate. I matched my rhythm to his as he continued to fuck Jeanie, pushing deeper and deeper into her bowels.
He wrapped his arms around her body and quickened his pace as my finger drove him toward his release. Jeanie was whimpering beneath him as he pounded into her torn and bleeding rectum. His breathing grew ragged and I pushed a second finger into his ass, twisting my hand back and forth as I thrust in and out.
“Oh fuck,” he growled as he began to pound his rampant cock into her as fast and hard as he could.
He shoved his cock into her, his ass clenching on my fingers as he filled the tip of the condom with his cum. He held the base of his cock and pulled out of her anus, carefully removing the condom and dropping it into the ziploc I held open with the first one he’d used.
I leaned down and licked the length of his softening prick before taking him into my mouth to finish sucking him clean. His cock twitched as my tongue undulated against the head. He stroked my hair as his breathing returned to normal. I let his flaccid penis slip from between my lips and laid my head on his lap.
“Let’s finish this,” he said after a few moments.
He stood up and prodded Jeanie with his foot. She moaned, but didn’t try to move. Nick flipped her onto her back. Her eyes were open, but vacant and she had rug burns on her chin, nose, and forehead. Nick grasped her jaw and turned her head toward him. Her eyes remained unfocused.
“Get her daddy ready to go,” he said withdrawing the unloaded handgun from the duffle bag.
I knelt in front of Roger and opened the front of his jeans. He groaned as my fingers closed around his hardening cock to pull it free from his pants. The Cialis was doing its job. I stroked him a few times and he was fully erect, the tip of his cock drooling.
“She’s going to untie you,” Nick said pointing the gun toward Jeanie’s stomach. “You try anything stupid and this cunt’s dead before you reach the stairs, got it?”
Roger nodded. Nick tossed me a length of rope with a noose tied on one end. I stood up and slipped it over Roger’s head tightening it before stepping behind the chair to untie his hands. I loosened the ropes around his ankles and he rose unsteadily to his feet.
I grabbed one of the overstuffed cushions from the back of the sofa and tugged on the rope to lead Roger to where Nick stood by his catatonic daughter. Roger looked down at Jeanie with a stricken look on his weathered face. I kneeled by my friend and pushed the cushion under her hips between her bound limbs and her back. I spread her knees apart and looked up at Nick.
Nick pulled off the tape holding Jeanie’s soiled panties in her dad’s mouth. I reached up and tugged Roger’s jeans and underwear down around his ankles. He looked down at me with a puzzled frown and I almost giggled.
Nick forced him to his knees between his daughter’s thighs. “Fuck her,” he ordered.
Roger’s body tensed, his eyes flew to Nick’s. “I I can’t,” he stuttered, the disgust evident in his voice.
Nick squatted beside him, slapping at his rigid cock with the muzzle of the gun. “I think you can,” he said menacingly. “I think you will unless you want to watch her die.”
Roger’s shoulders shook as he took his penis in his hand and aimed it at the opening of Jeanie’s vagina. He paused for a long moment before he pushed slowly into her. He groaned loudly as his daughter’s tight cunt closed around his raging hard on.
“She’s tight, isn’t she?” Nick said grinning. He held the gun to the back of Roger’s head. “Come on, buddy. Move that ass.”
Roger began to thrust into Jeanie’s body. His strokes were hesitant and jerky at first. Then the sensation of the rippling walls his daughter’s warm, wet cunt gripping his tumescent penis took over and he wrapped his arms around her waist and began fucking her frantically.
I looked at Nick across Roger’s flexing back. “I told you he wanted to screw her,” I said grinning as his ass rose and fell faster and faster.
He was panting loudly as he buried his face against his daughter’s chest. Jeanie blinked and her eyes seemed to clear. She moaned as her father pounded her cunt savagely, groaning at the strain on her joints as she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. I laughed, delighted that she was responding to her father’s cock.
I leaned down and put my lips close to her ear. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” I whispered.
She moaned again in response.
“You love your daddy’s cock, don’t you, you filthy slut?”
She blinked again and the last of the fog cleared. “Daddy,” she groaned hoarsely.
Roger didn’t lift his head. He held her tighter and shoved his cock deeper and harder. Jeanie cried quietly as her dad pistoned in and out of her abused cunt. He started grunting as he drove his cock into her, wheezing loudly.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck. AAAaaarrrrrrggggghhhh.”
He shoved his cock into her so hard it lifted her knees off the floor. He made a loud gurgling noise, then his body went limp. I looked at Nick and laughed. Roger was completely still, his breath rattled in his throat and then stopped. Nick felt for a pulse then shook his head. He removed the noose from Roger’s neck.
“He’s gone,” he said grinning.
I laughed harder. I’ve always had a problem with laughing at inappropriate times. It was a coping mechanism.
Jeanie bucked beneath her father’s dead weight. She let out a keening wail. “Get him off,” she pleaded.
“You did, baby,” Nick said as he rolled another condom onto his hard cock. “I think it killed him.”
He rolled Roger’s lifeless body off of Jeanie and pushed his penis into her sopping cunt. He thrust in and out slowly, watching as Roger’s cum coated the condom. Jeanie winced as Nick started thrusting harder and faster.
“You have such a sweet cunt,” he said as he quickened his pace. “Almost any man would be happy to die in you.”
I searched the bag for the knife Nick had chosen just for Jeanie. Her eyes widened as I pulled it out and handed it to him. He unsheathed it and showed her the the razor sharp blade with the wicked looking hook near the tip on its top edge.
“Please don’t,” she begged. “You can’t.”
He laid the blade on her heaving stomach and sat back on his heels lifting her ass onto his thighs so he could continue to thrust shallowly into her. He lifted the knife again and pressed the tip against her quivering stomach just below her sternum.
“Nick,” she pleaded, her tears running into her hair, “please. Please.”
“I’m glad you’re back, baby,” he said smiling softly. “I’d hate for you to miss this.”
He thrust the knife into her body. She jerked and screamed. Nick drew the blade slowly toward himself. Made for gutting game, the sharp blade cut through her flesh and muscle like a scalpel. He opened her belly from her diaphragm to just below her navel then gave the blade a twist and pulled it out.
She trembled on the verge of unconsciousness as he pulled the edges of the incision open and thrust his hands into her gut. She stared blankly as he pulled out loops of her intestines and showed them to her. Her breathing was shallow as he lifted her into his arms and held her against his body. He began thrusting into her again.
His breath hissed through his clenched teeth as he impaled her dying body on his steely cock. She shuddered and began to convulse.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels like she’s cumming.”
I scrambled to his side and slid my fingers into her cunt along side his pulsing cock. The muscles in her vagina clenched and released over and over again. Her body jerked and her warm piss poured over my hand and Nick’s thighs. He hugged her tightly as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. She shuddered and went limp as the life left her eyes. He kissed her dead lips and laid her back on the floor.
I knew that if he could he would have shoved his cock into her throat and cum one last time in her body. Next time it would be someone they couldn’t connect to us and he could do all the things he would have loved to do to Jeanie.
He stood up and took the hand towel I offered him. He wiped the smooth handle of the knife while I rolled Roger and shoved his hands into Jeanie’s belly. Nick put the knife in Roger’s hand and pressed his fingers around it. He arranged Roger’s body so he was half lying over his daughter.
I gathered everything up while Nick wiped as much of Jeanie’s blood off his body as he could before tossing me the hand towel and dressing. He sat down on the arm of the couch and pulled his boots on then stood and took the duffle bag. At the bottom of the stairs I paused and looked back. Nick reached for my hand and we climbed the stairs and left the house.
***
I stood by the passenger side door looking up at the stars in the dark Nebraska sky. They seemed to shine brighter out here away from city lights. Nick opened the trunk and and tossed the duffle bag in with our overnight bags before slamming it closed. He came to stand in front of me instead of going to get into the car.
“Was it good for you?” he asked leaning into me, pressing me against the car.
“Jeanie was my gift to you,” I said, my hands sliding over his chest.
His hands closed around my throat as he kissed me hard. I didn’t try to push him away. This was part of our deal, me knowing that he was going to end me one day, but never knowing when. I did know there were things he wanted from me first. A daughter that would take over for me when I was gone. More women like Jeanie to enjoy together.
And he was never going to find another pain slut like me. He’d never find another women that matched him in his depravity. No one that would ever appreciate and encourage those tendencies.
He pushed my skirt up around my waist and lifted me onto the hood of the car. He pulled my shirt off over my head and unfastened my bra before pushing me back to lie on the cool metal. He tugged at my bra and it slid down my arms.
I waited, knowing what was coming, staring up at the starry sky. His belt was in his hand, one end wrapped around his fist. He raised his arm and brought the buckle down sharply across my breasts. I gasped as the leather bit into my skin, but I didn’t cry out.
The belt cracked against my belly and breasts again and again until we were both breathing hard and tears ran from the corners of my eyes into my dark hair. He dropped the belt onto the hood next to me and I heard the rasp of his zipper. He pulled me roughly toward him and flipped me onto my belly.
He shoved his hard cock into my ass and fucked me furiously. I grunted as each hard thrust drove the breath from my body. I felt him wrap the belt around my throat and loop the end through the buckle. He put one hand in the middle of my back to hold me down as he pulled the belt tight, cutting off my breath. I bucked back against him as he rammed his cock into my rectum.
I pushed up on the hood trying to twist away from him. The belt loosened and I tried to suck air into my lungs. He slammed my face onto the car and pain radiated from the bridge of my nose out across my cheekbones as he tightened the belt again.
My world spun out of control as he pounded his cock into my ass. My lungs screamed for air. Light exploded behind my eyes, then everything faded blissfully into darkness.

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This is the story of the incestuous relationship between the young and beautiful Jenny and her mad scientist father