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Mrs. Watkins: The Horny Choir Teacher

It was a calm sunny afternoon and school had just let out. I exited the school through the back entrance and headed out to find my car in the chaos called “High School traffic.
As I was walking, I thought I heard someone call my name, I looked around and saw that someone WAS calling my name. The voice was of Mrs. Watkins, my choir teacher. She was trying to load some heavy boxes into her car.
“Hey there! Do you think you could give me a hand with some of these boxes?” She asked.
I agreed and we went back inside to grab some more.
While we were walking I couldn’t help but notice Mrs. Watkins’ amazing body. She always wore a skirt/dress thing that showed off her perfect ass, and her legs were long, tan, and sexy. She had a pretty face and a perfect chest with those amazing rounds tits.
After we finished loading in the last box, she told me that her husband wasn’t home and that she would need some help unloading them too.
“I think I’ve gotta get home actually. My dad’s waiting for me.” I denied her.
She gave me a cute puppy dog face, “Come on now, I really need your help.”
I thought about it and finally decided to go along with her.
“I’ll drop you back off at your car after we’re done, that way you won’t waste any gas.” She said.
It was a 15 minute drive to her house because she lived out in the country, and honestly I felf a little awkward. I wondered what her husband would think if she knew that this was going on.
“So do you have any kids?” I was just trying to create some conversation.
Mrs. Watkins laughed. “Nope. Me and Mike never had any kids.”
She then mumbled something to herself.
“What was that?”
She now appeared to be a little stressed out. “Oh nothing, I just said that Mike hasn’t touched me in a year.”
“Wow. That’s surprising.” I replied.
“Why is that surprising?” She seemed a little angry.
“Oh It’s just that you’re…….”
“I’m what? Fat….ugly…?”
“No, it’s just that you’re really…..hot Mr. Watkins.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Really? THAT’S surprising.”
“All the guys in choir seem to think so too.” I admitted.
“Yeah but noboby in choir is as good looking as you-” She stopped herself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, you’re probably not even-”
“18? Yeah I am, I turned 18 back in December.” I interupted her.
Before she could answer, we reached her house. I opened up the back of her Jeep and started unloading them.
“Were do you want them?” I asked.
“Right in my garage.” She pointed to a corner in her garage.
After I had unloaded half of the boxes I was getting pretty sweaty, and I had realized that Mrs. Watkins hadn’t unloaded any and had been watching me the whole time.
“Hey I’m going to go inside for a minute. Come inside after you get done and there’s lemonade in the fridge.” Mrs. Watkins said before she walked away.
After I unloaded the rest of the boxes I was really thirsty and I walked up her front steps and into her house. I looked around but didn’t see or hear Mrs. Watkins. I opened up the fridge and poured myself a glass of pink lemonade. I quickly downed it and sat down. Suddenly I heard something, I listened closely and then I heard the same noise again. The sound was coming from down the hallway, where there was a slightly opened door with sunlight seeping out of it.
I slowly moved down the hall and the sound got louder and clearer, it was Mrs. Watkins moaning. I peeked through the crack in the door and couldn’t see what was going on so I pushed the door open and to my right was Mrs. Watkins fingering herself on her bed, and she was wearing some sexy black lingerie.
“Oh my god!” She yelled as she got up and covered herself. “What the hell are you doing? Spying on me?”
I just heard a sound and-” As I tried to defend myself I realized that Mrs. Watkins was staring at my huge boner.
She dropped her sheet and slowly approached me, “Oh my that looks big. You know my husband is a doctor and…..doesn’t come home until early tommorow morning and…..” She started rubbing my cock and then whispered into my ear in the sexiest tone, “I was fingering myself to you. My pussy is yours, now lets have a little fun.” She gently licked my earlobe.
She then got down on her knees and undid my pants and ripped then down. She immediatly plunged my cock into her amazing mouth and began giving me an amazing blowjob. She seemed to enjoy pleasuring me and was gazing into my eyes as she massaged my rock hard cock.
Before I could cum, she got up and said, “Fuck my dripping wet pussy for an A.”
We passionately kissed as we fell onto the bed, I tore her lingerie off and pounced on top of her. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her unused pussy. I went slow and deep at first, hitting her g-spot with amazing precision, and she moaned loudly. I reached down and began to furiously rub her clit, which caused Mrs. Watkins to start moaning my name.
“Josh! Ohh Josh!!! Fuck me Josh!!! This pussy is yours!!” She yelled. I increased my speed and intensity and drove Mrs. Watkins wild, she was speaking in tongues. I was again on the verge of cumming but I suddenly stopped and whispered into her ear, “Let’s go and wash off.”
I picked her up and she wrapped her legs and arms around me and she bounced on my cock as I walked us towards her shower.
I reached down and turned on the water and we stepped in. I set her down and she put her hands against the wall.
She stuck her ass out and turned her head and looked at me, “Use my ass for handles baby.” and I did as she asked.
I pounded her pussy harder than before and my balls slapped her clit. I too began to moan because she felt soo amazing. The sensation on my cock had finally built up to an amazing climax and I unloaded a huge load of warm cum, but I kept on slamming her pussy until finally I felt Mrs. Watkins body stiffen and she moaned as she came too. She turned around and we passionately kissed.
We washed each other off and deep cleaned my cock as she gave me a handjob using slippery bodywash.
After drying off, we went to get something to eat in the kitchen. I got some chips and she ate some ice cream.
“So do I get an A for today?” I asked jokingly.
Mrs. Watkins walked up to me, pulled her towel off, and then kissed me, “Who said we’re done here?”
My cock grew at the sight of her gorgeous body and my towel fell off as I set her on the counter. I hoped up on the counter, jumped in between her lucious legs, and rammed my cock inside her again. We were kissing much more than earlier but sometimes had to stop for her to let out a loud moan.
I began ramming her so hard that we were moving across the counter, knocking things off as we fucked onward.
After a few minutes we flipped around and she began riding me cowgirl style and she knew how to ride. She had perfect speed and rhythm and I couldn’t even last. We both came at the same time in an epic orgasm that jolted both of our bodies together.
“Oh god! Zach you’re amazing!” She moaned. “Thanks, but your amazing body did most of the work” I said.
“Now you get an A, but that’s just for today, there’s still tonight, and many more days like this.” She laughed.
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Fiction

A Risky Night Out

A couple goes out for a romantic dinner. One of the partners tease the other and they go back to their apartment for more than a few fucks. Enjoy 😉

Fiction

Their Stories – Final Chapter

The Final Chapter
Bobby took the plunge. “Do you want somebody to make
you feel good?”
“Uh-huh,” Lynette said, looking him in the eyes. “That
feels good what you’re doin’ on my leg.”
“Would you like me to make you feel good, Lynette?” he
asked, almost in a whisper.
“Yeah,” she said, also hoarsely.
“Will you promise not to tell anybody?”
“I promise,” she said. “I won’t tell nobody. Not even
Stacey.”
With that, his hand moved into her crotch and touched
her cotton panties. To his surprise and pleasure, they
were moist, and he began to rub a finger up and down
the slit he could clearly feel through the fabric. “Oh,
Lynette, you’re so pretty and so sexy,” he sighed.
“That feels real good, Mr. Wilson,” she said, her head
almost falling back. Then she looked up at him and
said, “Do you want me to take off my panties?”
Bobby was gone now. Prison didn’t even enter his mind.
“Yes, sweetheart, I’d love for you to take off your
panties.”
Lynette rose, reached under the short green dress and
removed a pair of yellow-flowered, cotton panties. Then
she hiked up her dress so he could see her bare slit.
“Would you make me feel good?” she asked. “Then I could
make you feel good.”
She sat on the couch, her dress around her waist, as he
buried her tongue in between her wide-spread legs. He’d
cautioned her to make no noise, but she couldn’t help
some soft grunts, as his tongue lapped her small crack,
and his mouth finally came to rest on her erect little
clit. She came in what seemed like and instant, moaning
softly, her hips bucking, her legs pressed tight
against his head, her pussy juice flowing into his
mouth.
Though she was finally finished, Bobby’s hormones were
enflamed, and throwing everything to the wind, he
unzipped his pants, and pulled his trousers and brief
down past his hips. His pecker was small, but it was as
hard as any man’s had ever been. “Put it in your mouth,
Lynette,” he instructed. “Suck on it for me.”
The 10 year old did just that. She was very inexpert,
but she knew enough from her one experience to suck
with her mouth, lick with her tongue and rub what
wasn’t in her mouth with her tiny hand. She didn’t have
to be and expert with the tension in Bobby Wilson’s
body. She had hardly more than began to suck, when he
shot the biggest load of his life into her tiny mouth.
She jerked back a little, but never lost connection
with her mouth. Cum ran from the corners of her mouth,
down her chin and onto the floor, but she swallowed as
much as she wasted. When he had finally quit shooting,
the blackness of such pleasure having cleared from his
eyes, Bobby looked down at the little blonde girl who
was looking up at him, cum covering her jaw. “Did I do
that right, Mr. Wilson?” she asked, a smile on her
face.
He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the cum
in her mouth and mixing what were left of her juices in
his. Then he said, “That was the best I’ve ever felt,
Lynette.”
“Bill told me that even if I just swallow pee-pee,
it’ll make my titties grow and make the hair grow on my
wee-wee, like a woman’s,” she said earnestly.
Bobby saw an opportunity and ran with it. “Oh, it will,
sweetheart. It will.”
“Then can you and me make each other feel good some
other day?” she asked sincerely.
“Oh, yes, my love,” Bobby said, his trousers still
hanging from his hips. Then he suddenly realized what
he’d just done, and a flash of fear ran up his spine.
“But you can never tell anyone, do you hear me?” he
said, holding her wrists a little too tightly.
She pulled her wrists away from him. “I ain’t gonna
tell nobody,” she said. “I don’t want you to go to
jail. I just want a boyfriend who’ll make me feel
good.”
For some reason, Bobby believed her, and his heart rose
again. As he pulled up his pants, he watched her pull
up her panties. He wiped her chin with a wet tissue,
and they prepared to rejoin her mother. But they also
agreed that she would say she wanted to come back for
counseling in a day or two.Bill’s story: I made a lot of money in Europe with my
edited video and some of the photographs, the ones I
didn’t want to keep. It’s amazing what you can sell in
Amsterdam and Hamburg. I figured I’d covered myself
fairly well, since they would be looking for a “Bill”
or a “William,” and the girls hadn’t a clue what motels
they’d been in. Besides, I wasn’t even in the country,
much less in Illinois, so I figured by the time I got
back, even if it had been reported, the trail would be
cold.
While in Amsterdam, I hooked up with one of the guys
who wanted to “distribute” my video, meaning he knew a
few old codgers who would pay big bucks for it, then
pay again, if asked, not to let anybody know they’d
bought it. We made a few more films, through his
connections, and I got to fuck a dozen or so girls,
ranging from 12 to 15. Willy was very good at this, and
even the 15 year olds were chosen because they looked
younger, with small breasts and almost hairless
pussies.
Then we went to Thailand for a while, where I did some
girls as young as 8. This 8 year old told me she’d been
fucking men since she was 6 because her family needed
the money. I paid her some and shacked up with her for
about a week. Boy, that was tight pussy.
Then I went back to the states with a pretty sizeable
bank roll and more to come, with Willy managing the
“distribution” and, quite frankly, the following
blackmail. I found out that the girls had finally been
forced to reveal their exploits to their mother, and
that the old bag had gone immediately to the police.
There was a John Doe warrant out for my arrest for
rape, assault, and anything else they could think up.
The way I found all this out is interesting.
Mrs. Fellowes thanked Bobby for spending time with
Lynette. Bobby actually carried it off to say that it
was his pleasure, without laughing. Lynette immediately
asked if she could come back, that she felt better
talking with Mr. Wilson, just as they had rehearsed
while cleaning his cum from her chin. Bobby said that
day after tomorrow, same time, would be good, that he
could meet with her privately then.
Then he told Mrs. Fellowes that he still needed to talk
some more with Stacey. She looked at her watch with
concern on the lateness of the hour, since she had
agreed to work the evening shift at the restaurant. He
told her that if she wanted, he could drop Stacey off
on his way home, that he only needed another hour or 30
minutes with, then he was calling it a day. She agreed
readily to that, and Bobby’s heart skipped another
beat.
He returned to the room where the pregnant 12 year old
was sitting, listening to music on the CD player her
rapist had bought her.Bill’s story: Turns out, when the girls got home after
that final session in the motel, they put away all the
new clothes I’d bought them, including the underwear,
though they kept on the stuff they were wearing. I’d
told them to tell their mom, if she asked about it,
that they’d used their own money at the mall and bought
the outfits they had on. Mom did indeed ask them, but
crossly accepted the explanation that they had
purchased the clothes themselves. She actually
complimented them on having good taste.
The girls had gone to the mall the next day for our
rendezvous. I, of course, didn’t show, so they went
back home, I’m told, disappointed.
Next day, however, mom came across the other clothes in
closets and drawers, particularly the panties and bras.
She demanded to know where they had gotten the money to
buy such things. She badgered and badgered until
finally, Lynette blurted out, “Bill bought ‘em for us.”
“And who is Bill?” mama demanded.
“Stacey’s boyfriend,” Lynette said, before Stacey told
her to shut up. Like a terrier with a rat, mama stayed
on the story until Lynette finally let slip some
details of our rendezvous in the motel. Mama hit the
ceiling before dialing the police. Over the next 48
hours, the whole story, including descriptions of
“Bill” were related to various police officers and
detectives. Mama demanded my nuts on a platter, but
after a few weeks, the police realized how clever I’d
been and explained to her that finding me was going to
be difficult.
Then Stacey began to have morning sickness, and mama
immediately guessed the reason. She hauled the 12 year
old, first to the doctor for confirmation, then back to
the police for retribution. You see, mama’s religion
forbids abortion, so now her 12 year old daughter was
going to give birth to a bastard child at 13. She was
stuck with the kid, according to her religion, but her
religion didn’t stop her from wanting me strung up by
my nuts. But as the months went by, and as Stacey’s
belly began to grow, the police had to admit the trail
was dead cold. “Bill,” whoever he was, had probably
gotten away with it.
Stacey stopped the CD and took off her headphones.
Bobby asked her to join him on the couch in the room.
The pretty 12 year old sat down beside him, and he
noticed the slight bulge around her waist.
“So, Stacey,” he said, “I want to ask you a question
that sort of comes from my interview with Lynette. Do
you wish you’d never met Bill? Do you wish this hadn’t
happened?”
Her answer was so quick, it surprised even him. “Oh,
no,” she exclaimed. “I still love Bill. I know he can’t
come back or they’d put him in prison, but I’d love to
see him again and show him how our baby’s growing in my
tummy.”
Bobby was also surprised at how quickly his dick, which
had just been relieved in the mouth of her 10 year old
sister, got rock-hard again. “So if you could, you’d
let Bill fuck you again?”
“Sure,” the pretty pre-teen said, a smile flashing
across her mouth.
“And you want to have Bill’s baby?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“Even though you’ll only be 13 when you deliver?”
She looked around. “Is mama still outside?”
“No,” he said. “She had to leave with Lynette so she
could go to work. I’m going to drive you home after
we’re done.” He looked closely for reaction, but saw
little. He looked down at her pretty legs, which ended
in a pair of white shorts. He wanted to stroke them,
but he waited.
“Well, most people here don’t know, but mama had me
when she was 16,” the girl said, “so I guess havin’
children early runs in our family.”
Or getting fucked at an early age, he thought. “Did you
enjoy sex with Bill?” he asked, trying to speed it up.
“Yeah,” she said. “He made me feel real good.”
“If Bill were here today, would you have sex with him?”
“Well, if he comes back, they’ll probably arrest him,”
she said.
“No, I mean, if Bill were here today and nobody would
arrest him, and if he asked you, would you have sex
with him right now?” Bobby asked in a low voice.
She thought for a minute, digesting the question, then
said simply, “Yes.”
“Why?” he asked, putting his hand on her arm.
“Because I love him,” she said haltingly.
“But isn’t it also because it felt good?” he asked.
“You said he made you feel good.”
“Uh-huh,” she said cautiously, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah, he made me feel real good.”
Bobby had reached the Rubicon, and he decided to cross
again. He took his hand off her arm and placed it
gently on her cheek. “Stacey, I think you’re beautiful.
And I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever
met.” He knew he was taking a page from “Bill’s” book,
but, hell, if it worked once….. “And I’d love to make
you feel good too.”
She looked at him for a minute as though she couldn’t
believe what she was hearing. Fear sprang like a
leopard into his heart. He suddenly believed she was
going to run screaming “rape” from the room. Sweat
actually popped from his forehead. But then the girl
simply asked, “You mean you’d like to fuck me?”
He drew in two breaths to calm himself, then said,
“More than anything in the world.”
Again, her hesitation caused him near panic, but then
she said, “But I’m pregnant. Would you want to fuck a
pregnant woman?”
More than anything in the world, he thought. Then he
said, “Sweetheart, you’re more beautiful and sexy
because you’re pregnant. Besides, pregnant women have
sex all the time. And I’ve been told that when they
have their wee-wees licked, it feels even better when
they’re pregnant.”
The girl seemed to study his face for a moment, then
reached her own small hand to his cheek. “You mean you
want to be my boyfriend?” she asked.
“Yes, darling,” he said, but then had a reality check.
“But no one can know, or I’ll be the one they throw in
jail.”
She smiled and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want that. I’ve
done lost one boyfriend.”Bill’s story: Both girls were put under the care of a
court-appointed counselor. Turns out, he was as big a
pedophile as me.
They moved into the bedroom of Bobby’s apartment. He
knew he had to have the girl home soon, but she had
agreed to go to his place on the way and give him a
fuck. He turned on a low lamp in the room, which
luckily was fairly neat for a change. He took young
Stacey in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue
exploring her mouth.
She immediately put a hand on his crotch and began
rubbing it lightly. He moved a hand to one of her
breasts, which, though he didn’t know it, had already
swollen slightly from the days when Bill had fucked the
12 year old. It was sore now, and his groping hurt, but
Stacey wanted to be fucked so badly, she didn’t even
flinch as he kneaded the still quite small tit.
In no time, they had broken the embrace and stripped to
their underwear, bra and panties for her, boxers for
him, though they looked more like a tent. He undid her
bra, freeing her now slightly larger breasts, and
kissed and caressed them.
In the back of his mind, he knew how many years of
prison, and what type of treatment in the prison, he
could expect for taking a pregnant 12 year old girl to
bed, but the taste of those small young breasts in his
mouth put him over the edge. He bent down and removed
her panties. He also didn’t know the fullness that was
starting to overtake Stacey’s young pussy with her
pregnancy, but he beheld light down above and bald slit
below with ecstasy. He kissed it several times, then
laid her on the bed.
He immediately and eagerly began to push his tongue
into her young cunt. It was already wet with her juice,
and he tasted for the first time the sweet little girl
lubrication. Then he found her clit and began
administering to it, while running a finger in and out
of her wet folds. His other reached up to fondle one of
her small breasts, as her hips began to buck against
his face. He was startled when, after less than a
minute, she was overcome by a massive orgasm. She
moaned and bucked against him, writhing in pleasure.
He’d never have believed a 12 year old could cum so
hard.
Finally, her orgasm subsided, and he moved up to kiss
her. She grabbed his head, mashed her lips against his
and ran her tongue into his mouth, to taste her own
juice. When the kiss broke off, she smiled at him and
said, “Now I’ll make you feel good.” He immediately
began removing his boxers, when she said, “But because
of the baby, you’ll have to do it from behind. I can’t
let you lie on top of me.”
Hell’s bells, he thought, I’d rather do it that way
anyway! She got up on hands and knees, her lithe body
looking such a turn on. She turned her head back,
smiling and ready, and he positioned himself behind the
two gorgeous globes of her tight young ass. Then she
reached underneath herself, grabbed his hard-on and
guided it to her wet hole. This was unbelievable, he
thought. This girl is really wanting a fuck. Deciding
it was his duty, as soon as he was ushered in, he began
to pump her as hard as his close to 6 incher would let
him.
She was humping back like a pro, and clamping his
pecker with her pussy muscles. He knew now that, with
his short dick and his desire to come in her tiny twat,
he wasn’t going to last long. But he wanted her to
enjoy it too, so he reached under her with one hand and
began to massage one small breast. Then, with his other
hand, he began to rub her slightly bulging belly,
running from the top, all the way down to the moist
down above her pussy, gently inserting a finger on top
of her clit.
To his amazement, the 12 year old was soon bucking with
a new orgasm, and that was all for him. He shot his hot
load into her pregnant pussy, taking four pumps to dump
it all. After cumming in Lynette’s mouth only an hour
and a half earlier, he was surprised at how much cream
he was able to lay in her pregnant pussy.
Afterwards, as they lay together, stroking each other’s
privates, he told her again how important it was that
she not tell anybody and how he wanted to fuck her
again tomorrow. She eagerly agreed, and they set their
rendezvous.Bill’s story: The reason I know all of this, about the
police and the psychologist fucking them is that I paid
a visit. I watched from down the street until I saw
mama leave for work and that worthless stepfather leave
for the bar. Then I slipped around to the back door,
took a chance and knocked. Lynette answered. The look
on her face was half horror, half joy.
“Bill,” she exclaimed. I put a finger to my lips.
“Quiet, honey,” I said. “Is it just you and Stacey at
home?” She said it was, and led me upstairs to Stacey’s
room. She was still asleep, and she was obviously eight
months pregnant.
Her 13 year old body was still trim and lithe, but her
belly was swollen all out of proportion. I could also
see that her tits, though still small, were swollen
with pregnancy. She lay on her back, her mouth open,
her cute freckled nose snoring, her covers thrown off,
and her short nightgown hiked up to reveal her panties.
I realized immediately that they were the pink silk
ones I’d bought her.
Lynette was holding my hand as we roused my little
“wife.” She shrieked and tried to jump up, but with her
large belly, she had to maneuver slowly upright. “What
are you doing here,” she said, now talking in a
whisper.
“I had to see you again, darling,” I said, kissing her
deeply, as I had Lynette at the door.
When the kiss was over, though, my pretty 13 year old
wife said, “But Bill, if they catch you, you’ll go to
prison.”
“Tell me what’s going on,” I said. And for the next
hour, they told me everything, including about Bobby
Wilson, their “counselor,” who was now fucking both of
them. I finally asked them if they loved him more than
me, and they both enthusiastically said they loved me
more. Stacey even went so far as to say, “Bill, you’re
the daddy or our baby.” But they both admitted they
needed somebody to fuck, and Bobby was the only choice
they had at the time.
I started to develop a plan in my mind, but I also had
one in my groin. So I kissed Lynette and asked her if I
could be alone with Stacey for a little bit. Once the
door shut, we were all over each other, and soon I was
licking her to a massive orgasm. The minute that
subsided, she immediately was up on hands and knees,
begging me to fuck her.
I obliged, pumping in and out, feeling up her tight
little ass, rubbing her small tits and feeling her big
belly. I came more than I had in weeks. Afterwards, she
cleaned me, and I took a trip down the hall to
Lynette’s room. After licking her to a shattering
orgasm, I raped her 11 year old pussy until I dumped
another load, though smaller than the first. I found
that she was now able to take my hard-on much better
than the first time I fucked her.
Bobby came by that afternoon when Lynette called. He’d
begun fucking her in the past month, and he enjoyed it
even more than her blow jobs. He was nervous about
coming to her house, but he was so horny these days, he
decided to take the chance. When he arrived at the back
door, he was ushered in by Lynette. They tip-toed up
the stairs like they had the other time they’d done it
in her bedroom when no one was at home.
Bobby thought Lynette didn’t know that he was also
regularly fucking her pregnant 13 year old sister. But
he was shocked when they got to Lynette’s room, and
there sat the pregnant girl on the bed. “You’ve been
fuckin’ both of, Bobby,” she spat. “How dare you.”
Bobby darned near wet his pants. He sputtered, looking
for some words in his suddenly dry throat, when Lynette
said, “And both of us is underage, so you could go to
jail.”
Bobby looked down at the 11 year old, and no words
came, only horror.
Stacey said, “You know, we got proof you fucked us.”
Bobby gasped.
“Yeah,” said Lynette, “Stacey filmed you fucking me,
and I filmed you fucking her. And guess who’ll be
fucking you if you go to jail?”
Bobby’s knees buckled, and he abruptly sat down. “Why
are you doing this?” he croaked.
“Cause we want you to do something for us, then we’ll
let you off,” Stacey said.
“What?” Bobby managed.Bill’s story: Willy managed all the details. The
corporate jet was waiting, the fake ID and passports
were flawless, and the getaway was perfect. Bobby
demanded a court-ordered “counseling” session with the
girls, picked them up and drove them straight to the
airport. They all boarded the aircraft where I was
waiting. We flew straight to Amsterdam, where Bobby,
his new English passport in hand, departed for the
Caribbean.
Don’t know whatever happened to the boy. Don’t care.
Me, I’m living happily with Stacey, now known as
“Ingrid,” and Lynette, now known as “Lisl,” on our
German passports. Stacey had a beautiful baby girl,
whom we named Courtney, and the baby and I take turns
milking mommy’s titties. Big news is that 14 year old
Stacey has been missing a period for two months. Oh,
and Lynette just turned 12, and guess what? She just
missed her period..

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Fiction

that one girl

hi guys this is my first erotic text there is no sex in this part this is more an introduction to the charecters but rest assured there will be plenty later on this is more of a romance thing anyway this is based on a true story up until a certain point but this is a documentation of how i hoped it would have gone at the time

Fiction

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!

Fantasy

Jessica Part 2

Thanks for the previous comments on part one of the story. I didn’t plan on writing a part 2, but it turned out better than I thought. Continuation of what left off from part 1…

Fantasm

Last Gasp

Chapter One – Chamber of Dreams and Nightmares
The overhead lights burned to life and I surveyed my Chamber.
To one side was a group of steel chairs bolted to the floor, with chains and shackles. In the middle: six padded examination tables with leather straps, purchased from a clinic. They were arranged in a star pattern, the head of every table clustered around a single spot. On the far end: two side-by-side sinks, a large glass water tank seven feet long by four feet wide and a shower stall. Doors lined the Chamber, doors that let to six individual cells. Overhead was a system of motorized hooks, pulleys and tracks that could raise and lower, and move anything to nearly any spot in the Chamber.
The Chamber was underground, with concealed entrances to my living quarters and garage. Years ago it had been used as a bomb shelter by some paranoid survivalist. As such, it was not on any ground plans that anyone knew of. Only a very detailed search would reveal the passages.
The house was registered to John Hannibal. It wasn’t my birth name, but the name I felt most comfortable with.
My eyes fell upon her: my latest acquisition.
Silky red hair, almost auburn, fell well past her thin shoulders. Fine strands, straight and soft. High forehead and cheekbones. Thin lips. A slender swan-like neck, oh so delicate. And, although I couldn’t see them with her blindfold on, eyes that were a blue as vibrant as the sky.
She was chained to the one of the steel chairs on the west side, hands cuffed helplessly behind her back, wearing the tight golden skirt and white blouse that I had appropriated her in. Her shoes were discarded in the corner of the room. Her proud breasts, mounted high upon her chest, were thrust outward, stretching the material of her blouse. Her long, slender legs were clinched together in a vain effort to protect her from what was to come.
Clare Prescott was her name.
The first time I laid eyes upon her, I knew that I had to possess her. For days and weeks, I had watched her, dreamt of her and planned the taking of her. Now, everything had paid off: she was mine.
My gaze traveled up and down her body. Desire burned inside me. Anticipation flared. My cock twitched and grew.
Her head swiveled to look in my direction. The trails of the tears she had shed were visible on her cheeks beneath the blindfold. She had a pale look to her, but still, her beauty was enough to take my breath. I could see that she wanted to speak, but wisely, held her tongue.
After all, what could she say to me, now? What would make any difference about what was going to happen?
I approached and she shrank back at the sound of my steps. I circled her; reached out towards her head to touch those lovely strands.
She jerked back quickly.
Not as cool as she tried to appear, then.
I rested my hands on her shoulders and she sucked in a quick breath. She had such warmth in her flesh and vitality in her body. I could sense the promise of great pleasure in that body. Great and deep. And at the ultimate end, the pleasure would be even greater still.
I slid my padded Master’s Chair in front of her and sat.
“What do you want?” she asked, simply, finally.
“You, Claire,” I answered.
It was, after all, the simple truth. She had set me on this path. The path to carrying out all of my dreams, all of my fantasies. I had risked everything to steal her away from her life; her and the two other prizes I had claimed this night.
I could scarcely believe that she was real, that she was really here.
“Are you ready to fulfill my desires, Claire?”
She shook her head. “No, not that,” she muttered. “This isn’t happening…”
Reaching behind her, I freed her cuffed wrists from the chain. I quickly pulled her to kneel before me.
“No! No!” She struggled suddenly and I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back.
“Deny me and others will pay,” I whispered.
She tensed. “You don’t… you can’t have them, too?”
As I smirked, my eyes were drawn to two bound and helpless girls not more than ten feet away. Hanging from the ceiling, feet just off of the floor, their mouths were gagged and their wrists shackled. They were as nude as the day they were born. They were fine looking girls, tall and slender like their mother, sharing her beauty, if not her coloring.
The older one was a brunette. She had blue eyes filled with hate, eyes that never left me. The younger: a blonde with sea-green irises and a cheerleader’s body.
That one couldn’t meet my gaze.
“Heather? Hannah?” It was a mournful cry that ended in tears.
I kissed Claire’s cheek. I tasted her tears, savored their warmth and wetness.
“Oh, god…”
I pulled her close. The head of my cock touched the bound redhead’s cheek and she jerked back. I pressed my cock to her lips.
“By all means, deny me. I’ll chain you back to the chair and take Hannah. You can listen to what I do to her from here.”
“What do you want?” Claire asked.
“Simple, elemental things, Mrs. Prescott. Your compliance. Your love. Your sweet lips around my cock.”
She paused, weighing options in her mind.
It was amusing: there were none.
“I recommend that you do what’s best for your daughters, Claire.”
The defiance fled from her and she placed her lips around my head, engulfed me in her glorious mouth. The warmth embraced half of my length. Her wet tongue moved on the underside of my cock and she sucked, forming a perfect vacuum with her sensual lips.
Clearly, she had some experience with cocksucking.
I gathered her hair in my hands, collecting the beautiful strands and caressing them softly. I folded them back behind her head and held them there. I liked her that way. She looked beautiful, mature, upper-class. The next time, I would pin her hair like that.
A rivulet of saliva slipped from the corner of Claire’s mouth and dripped onto her white blouse.
I pulled her head off of me, tilted it back and rubbed my wet cock all over her face and features. Spit bubbled out of her mouth; I caught some with my cock and spread it around her face.
“Use your lips,” I ordered.
She did as she was told, running her lips up and down the shaft, pursing them on the very tip and twisting them around with just the head in her mouth. Her face shined up at me.
She was trying to please me. And she was succeeding.
Pulling her up, I took her skull in my hands, pressing a thumb over each of her eyes. I pushed her down on my cock, thrusting deep. I heard her grunt as my grip tightened. I could feel her eyeballs. Too much more and I would blind her. I moved my hands to the sides of her head and squeezed as I thrust further, deeper.
She gagged, but I stifled it with a hard thrust that took her entire throat.
“Own it, bitch! Choke yourself!”
Desperately, she complied, screwing herself down on my cock, her head moving from side to side, twisting her lips around the base of my cock as she struggled to take even more.
The feeling was intense and when she tried to pull off, I held her there, at the farthest extent.
Claire retched and a flood of spit exploded on my dick. I pulled her off of me, moved her face beneath my cock and balls and watched the spit drip all over her lips, face and blouse. The wetness soaked though her blouse and I saw the outline of her breasts and nipples.
Having her bound before me like that, her blindfolded face on my dripping cock, her wet tits visible through her shirt, her legs stretching the material of her skirt, was almost more than I could bear.
I moved over top of her and thrust my thick cock back in her mouth. I deepthroated her, violently. She gagged, but I forced her through the discomfort and pain.
For long minutes of ecstasy, I pounded her throat. Then, I felt the burning.
I cried out as I came, and thrust down, as deep as I had ever been inside a woman’s throat. Claire swallowed, mouth working around my manhood as she struggled not to drown. I held her and watched her beautiful lips, luxuriating in the stimulation and power.
I desired more, to take her once and finally, to have her with me, forever. My cock pressed deeper inside. I watched her stretching mouth, felt her sucking lips. Her retch came from deep in her throat but had nowhere to go and ended as quickly as it began.
She struggled, tried to pull away, but I held her down. She was on the verge of unconsciousness. And I was on the edge of insanity.
I released my death-grip on her skull and the redheaded mother fell back, choking and gagging. Spittle and come flew from her lips. She coughed hard and gagged again. She tried to rise and I slapped her, throwing her back on her ass. She screamed. I grabbed her by the hair, slapped her again, harder. She thrashed, trying to escape and I held her tight. I shook her, violently, squeezing her throat, strangling her by her frail and delicate neck. I could snap it in a moment and she would be mine.
God, how I wanted her! I barely pulled myself back from the edge.
I dropped her on her knees. Her head hung between my legs as she gasped for breath. There was blood dripping from her lips, mixed with come and saliva, and marks on her throat.
I removed her blindfold, lifted her chin with my fingertips and stared into her terrified, blinking eyes. They were so blue, so beautiful. I could feel myself getting lost in them.
I could see the fear and pain in her eyes, as her vision cleared, and then the recognition and despair as her eyes flicked over my shoulder and saw what was behind me.
The two lean bodies of her daughters. She realized now that the two hanging girls had seen everything.
Claire jumped to her feet and tried to rush to them.
I caught her by the hair, pulled her back against my chest. I ripped her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out, firm orbs for a woman of her age, and I groped them, squeezed them. She flinched at my touch and I pulled her head back, kissed her neck as I squeezed.
My hand moved to her skirt and I tore it from her legs, let it drop in a puddle about her feet. I pushed her between her two daughters. I took up a control box; pressed the down button. A hook lowered with a mechanical hum. Claire struggled then, but I held her close.
I attached Claire’s cuffs to the hook and then pressed the up button. She rose into the air, suspended between her two daughters.
The look on Clare’s face changed, as if she finally realized that there was no way out of her predicament.
“Please, I have money,” the redhead said.
“I know that you do,” I replied. “Your father is a very wealthy businessman; your husband, even more so. He’d have to be to possess a woman as fine as you. I heard that he was running for congress this year. I also heard a rumor that he was in bed with the mob…”
I paused for a moment and watched, as she looked away.
“Rest assured that the police are out looking for you, as we speak. I know; I’m monitoring them. They may even find you, with all the federal assistance they’re getting. I don’t think it’s likely, but I’m not foolish enough to believe that I’m invincible or infallible.”
“I know you’re not stupid,” she said. “I can get you a bank transfer. Untraceable.”
“Nothing is untraceable,” I interjected.
“Yes, it is,” she insisted. “It’s a numbered account. And only I have the account number. Not even my husband knows about it. Let my daughters go and I’ll give it to you. You’ll be able to disappear, live well and long.”
I admired the way she kept her voice steady. It was soothing. Another man, she might have been able to talk around.
She must know that I was going to kill her. They had all seen my face and I couldn’t let them go. Why this play, then? It wasn’t sheer desperation. She was too cool about it.
“Then give it to me,” I said, quietly.
“After…” she whispered.
I stepped to Hannah, grabbed her toned legs and spread them. My cock went inside like sword thrust. She screamed through her gag, more agonized then I had expected.
Perhaps she was a virgin.
Another thrust, another scream. Another and she yelped.
Distantly, I could hear Claire yelling.
Gradually, Hannah’s screams faded away as I took her, to be replaced by deep, passionate moans. I could feel myself tightening in the girl, another orgasm building. I grabbed at the hook control. I lowered the blonde girl to her knees and tore the gag from her face.
My cock went to her virgin mouth, pressed past her lips in one swift thrust and took her wet throat. I pumped her full, as I had done with her mother.
“Stop, you’re hurting her,” Claire moaned. “Please?”
I dropped the girl. She sagged to the floor, with only the hook to hold her up, coughing and retching, come bubbling up and dripping to the floor.
I stepped back to Claire.
“Alright, it’s after,” I said.
I made sure the girls were secured for the night and left with the account number and password that Claire gave me. Of course, I would have to be cautious. She had only given me the number because she believed the authorities could trace what I did with it and find me.
And come to rescue her and her daughters.
However, I had an acquaintance who could work wonders with such information. If I was lucky I could get seventy or eighty percent of the value of Mrs. Prescott’s secret account.Chapter Two – Tales of the Tank
The heavy whirring sound halted.
Heather was in perfect position. She hung by her ankles, from a pulley, head at crotch level, arms chained to her sides. Her long dark hair hung down in a ponytail, almost even with the water level in the glass tank. A couple of feet over and down and her head would be submerged.
At either end of the tank knelt Claire and Hannah bound and chained to steel rings inset into the floor. It would be amusing for them to watch.
All three of the lovely ladies wore metal ring-gags that forced their mouths in a perpetual O-shape: open and ready for the taking.
I stepped up to the struggling Heather, grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head towards my cock. She thrashed, deliciously, as I forced my cock between her teeth and slid into her pure mouth.
I sighed in ecstasy. Nothing was quite like facefucking a girl in that position. My cock slid into her throat effortlessly.
My other hand moved to her neck and I squeezed it as I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth, brutally, savagely throatfucking her. A long thrust and the hand on the back of her head pressed her down on my cock, holding her. I could feel her tongue moving, throat muscles contracting, squeezing me and trying to push me out. The muscles in her jaws worked as she tried to bite.
Yes. The tightness in her was bringing me close, already.
I pulled back and she gasped, explosively, spit dripping from her lips. I watched the spit roll down the brunette’s face to her nose and eyes. I slapped my cock on her face, pressed the tip into her eye.
I grabbed the lift control. A quick press of the button and Heather was in position.
“Well, let’s get started, shall we?” I said.
I removed the gag from Heather’s mouth. She spit as it came out.
“You son of a bitch!” she yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you! You have no idea who my father is. A word from me and you would disappear forever.”
“Really?”
This was interesting. I stepped closer to her.
“Tell me more,” I said.
“He knows people,” she said. “Some of them have killed people, before.”
“Would it surprise you to learn that I’ve done the same?”
“Who? Helpless girls?” she asked. She had cooled for a few seconds and was now regretting her words.
“And others that were not so helpless.”
I stepped back from Heather and stood to address Hannah.
“I’ll make the game simple for you, little one,” I said. “You get me off with your mouth as quickly as you can and we’ll see if your sister makes it.”
I grabbed the control and lowered Heather into the tank until her head was submerged. She had time for one quick scream before she was forced to hold her breath.
Hannah looked up at me, shock on her face.
“Tick, tock,” I said.
She quickly attacked my cock.
Hannah was a young girl without the training of a full woman, but the desperation to save her sister made up for it.
She took me inside. Her tongue moved on the underside of my manhood, slathering around in a wet, pleasant way. I rubbed her hair with my free hand. She had such nice hair, almost at beautiful as her mother’s.
“Is your sister a swimmer?” I asked the bound girl. “Good swimmers can sometimes manage three and a half minutes. Most people can’t last more than 60 seconds… Throatfucking yourself might help me get off faster.”
She sped up, taking me deeper.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Tears of pain or tears of strain, I couldn’t tell. She pulled back for a breath.
“How selfish of you,” I chided her, “when your poor sister has no breath of her own.”
Heather was struggling in the tank. She wouldn’t make it another 10 seconds.
I depressed the ‘up’ button and she rose above the waterline: spitting, gasping and cursing at me.
“Let me show you how to throat it, girl,” I said to Hannah.
I grabbed Hannah’s head and thrust her down, taking her throat in one swift motion. I twisted her head, feeling the tightness. I pulled out and thrust back in, forcefully, throatraping her girlish head. My hands tightened in her thin, blonde hair. I pulled out, long enough for her to take a single desperate breath, and then shoved back in a third time, holding her with tight hands.
She dripped spit when my dick finally came out. I rubbed it all over her face.
“Close…” I moaned. “Let’s try one more time.”
I lowered Heather’s head back in the tank and this time Hannah thrust her face down on my cock with wild insanity, slapping her head down on my hard cock until, with each desperate thrust, her lips clamped the base of my cock, engulfing the entire length in her young mouth and throat.
That was it. My hand went to the back of her slender neck and I held her as I came down her stuffed throat, crying out in ecstasy as I blew my load into her youthful stomach.
My other hand found the control and I pressed the ‘up’ button, still holding Hannah to my crotch.
Heather came to the surface: choking, coughing and spitting. She cursed at me again, but I ignored her.
I had eyes only for the blonde fucktoy impaled on my cock. With my come in her throat and my cock blocking the entrance, it was impossible for Hannah to breathe and she was starting to panic. Still, I held her. The mental and physical pleasure I was taking from her situation was enormous.
“Open your eyes, baby, and watch me while you pass out on my cock.”
She did and I saw the pain and panic in her tear-stained eyes. Her sucking was violent and primal, as was my lust. She shuttered once and was still. I held her down for a few more seconds, savoring the wild feel of her youthful, unconscious throat before letting the abused daughter drop to the floor in a heap.
I lowered Heather to the floor, unlatched her and set her on her feet.
Heather looked at her disheveled sister on the floor.
“You son of a bitch,” she said quietly. “I’ll kill you for that.”
My fist caught her in the gut and she doubled up. I grabbed her ponytail, bent her over the tank and plunged her head back inside. She bubbled out most of her air in a single gasp.
My cock found her cunt and I plunged inside, taking her with swift strokes. I wrenched her head back and gave her a few breaths.
“Ah, ah, ah… god, please,” she mumbled, her voice cracking.
I pulled her head back. “Please what?” I asked. Our faces were close. I tasted her tears, her lips.
“Please kill me,” she whispered, like a prayer.
“Before the night is over, honey,” I whispered back, “I will.”
For several minutes I fucked her, plunging her head underwater while I took her womanhood. There was a sharp and surprising squeeze of her cunt as she came on my cock. I pulled her from the tank and kissed her gasping lips.
I pulled her over to Claire and bent her over the tank so that her mother was between her legs.
I pointed my cock at Claire’s tear-stained face. “Suck me while I give your daughter another drink, bitch.”
I plunged Heather back under and held her as I felt Mrs. Prescott’s mouth on my engorged cock.
“Deep,” I ordered. The mouth on my cock struggled to comply, pushing to take me all the way. As I kept the daughter down with one hand, my other hand held her mother on me.
Oh, god! I had two lives in my hands. I luxuriated in the feeling. I could take them both, right now.
I held Claire’s graceful head down, feeling the soft, wet strength of her throat muscles. She moaned and I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt Heather’s struggling cease.
I released the mother and she pulled off my cock, gasping.
I pulled the limp, drowned girl out of the tank. Water drained from her lips and she was unmoving. I dropped her to the floor in front of her horrified mother. I straddled her, rubbed my cock on her unmoving lips and face. The tip went between her lips and I thrust deep into the girl’s mouth. Water shot out around my cock, and she twitched. I removed my cock from her mouth and she coughed: a deep and hacking sound. I rolled her over and she coughed again, water bubbling from her lips.
I pulled Heather to her knees and shackled her to a floor-ring.
Unchaining Claire, I pulled her roughly to her feet. I kissed her once, then removed her ring-gag.
“Stop, please!” she cried. “I’ll give you what you want!”
“This is what I want!”
Before she could say another word, I thrust her head into the tank. I slid into her from behind and ravaged her while her submerged head bubbled and her legs kicked.
Sixty seconds later, I pulled her up.
I repeated the process a few more times, pounding into her wet snatch as I tortured her. I pulled the redheaded mother out, watched as her breasts heaved with exertion.
She was spent, done. I dropped her.
Claire fell to the floor, soaked and sobbing.
I reached down and unchained Heather. She tried weakly to struggle against me, but she was exhausted. And cold, so cold. I pulled her close, kissed the warm tears on her cheek.
“Just one more time and it’s over, baby,” I whispered to her.
I twisted Heather’s wet ponytail around my fist.
I pushed her into the tank for the last time, held her down as I took her from behind. My cock tore into her, thrusting deep and holding. I sped up and pounded her like a jackhammer, desperate to come inside her. She thrashed beneath me, bubbles exploding from her lips. Her cunt contracted like it did before, wild and frenzied.
Her thrashing slowed and she went limp, her death contractions fading away on my cock. I fucked her for another couple of minutes before I cried out and came violently in her pussy.
I let her go and stepped back.
Heather laid there, draped over the side, half in and half out of the tank. I pushed her in. Her corpse sank to the bottom of the tank: its mouth open, skin turned pale and sightless eyes staring. My come oozing out into the water.
Claire was sobbing, her head to the cold floor.
I stepped over to her and grabbed her chin, raised her head so that I could look into her pretty eyes.
“One daughter defiled, another drowned,” I said. “It’s been a pretty good night, already. Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Prescott?”Chapter Three – Dreams of Lust and Violation
Hannah woke as I lowered myself on top of her. She was strapped to one of my examination tables.
With frenzied fucking motions, I took her, feeling the depths of her.
Long minutes later, I emptied my balls into her tight cunt. Her mother, strapped beside her, was a silent witness.
I climbed onto Claire and wiped my come and Hannah’s pussy juice on her pretty face. Moving down, I entered her, thrusting hard and deep. She too received a load in her snatch.
I relaxed and suckled on Claire’s tits until I recovered.
Unstrapping the mother and daughter, I took them to the shower stall. I threw Hannah to the floor; pushed Claire’s face to the steaming glass and entered her ass. She cried out, through the ring-gag, at the violation.
I pounded into her bowels, slamming her face into the glass. Minutes later, we screamed together, as I came.
I dropped her, kicked her in the ribs and picked up her daughter. Crushing Hannah against the glass, I rammed my cock up her ass. God, she was tight! A few thrusts and I went all the way inside.
I grabbed her hair as I violated her. I kissed her shoulders and bit her neck.
Suddenly, I felt movement at my feet. It was Claire, struggling to get up. I kicked her in the face, sending her back to the tiles. She didn’t move again, but I could see her tits shaking as she sobbed.
I continued ass-fucking Hannah until my cock burst and I filled her. I ripped the ring-gag off of her and kissed her mouth, hungrily.
My fingers tangled in Claire’s hair, as I pulled her to her knees.
“Kneel beside your mother, cunt,” I ordered the blonde girl.
She obediently dropped to her knees, as I slammed my cock home into her mother’s waiting throat. I thrust down deep and held her tight.
“Watch me, little clit,” I said to Hannah.
I violated Claire in front of Hannah’s eyes. All control left me and I became a lustful animal, desiring unending release. I was suddenly aware of the choking, moaning sounds at my cock.
Claire’s face was red with strain and she was on the verge.
“FUCK YOU, MOTHER CUNT,” I hissed. I held her down and choked her unconscious with my cock.
Still my release would not come. I had ejaculated too many times this morning, but my lust would be satisfied again, one way or the other. I let the redheaded mother slide off of my cock and drop to the floor of the stall. Her body splashed into the water, crumpled and unconscious.
I pulled Hannah to me, by the hair.
“One more time,” I told her. “I’m almost there. Your mother almost finished me.”
She cringed away from me.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I cooed to her. “This is the final blowjob that you will ever have to give.”
“Please, no!” Hannah cried.
“It’s too bad that you can’t say farewell to your mother.”
“Nooo… I’ll do anything! Please!” she screamed. She clutched at my legs, begging. It was a beautiful sight.
“And what will you do if I let you live?” I asked.
“Anything you want, I swear!”
I looked at her, weeping before me, and weighed my options. She was just a girl, too weak to fight me, too young to really disobey. She looked up at me, awaiting my decision, tears glistening on her face.
It gave me a truly godlike feeling. I looked at the ring-gag for a moment and then fastened it about her head.
She cried again, but didn’t struggle. It wasn’t in her nature to fight. She was like her mother in that.
I thrust inside with a single deep stroke, all the way to the bottom of her throat. I held her to me, felt her warmth envelop me. She moaned deeply and her tears ran down her face. I could feel them on my groin. One trickled down the corner of her eye and nose and joined her mother’s spit on my cock.
“Hannah,” I said breathlessly. “Hannah, look at me!”
She struggled to open her beautiful green eyes and after a few moments of blinking, they latched onto me. I saw sadness in them and knowledge of the inevitable end.
Suddenly, she started sucking, sucking for air that wasn’t there. This was always the best part. No blowjob was ever as good as the primal desperation of a woman longing for oxygen. It was as if she wanted to drain me, as if she thought that she might be able to breathe my come.
I watched Hannah’s face with fascination, as she closed her eyes and let the nothingness take her.
The fabulous sucking sensation faded as the more erotic knowledge of what I had done crystalized in my mind.
I cried out and came in her throat.Chapter Four – The Last Gasp of Claire Prescott
I entered my Chamber, nude, and stepped up to Claire.
As always, she hung there, head sagging, toes barely touching the floor. Her prominent breasts hung as well, lush and ripe. She was no child, but a mature woman just entering the first years of her decline.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?” Claire asked.
I said nothing, my eyes fixed upon her.
“And you’re here to take me, too.”
“How does that make you feel?” I wondered aloud.
Her head rose to look at me.
“Glad that it will be over. You’ve taken so much away from me and you might as well take the rest. The sooner the better.”
I lowered her to the floor. I removed her restraints.
I motioned her to the toilet where I had her relieve herself completely. We entered the shower stall. I scrubbed her body and shampooed her hair. Afterwards, she glistened like a goddess.
I dried her and set her on a chair.
I took something from a cabinet and walked back to Claire, my hands clasped behind my back.
She looked up at me, trying to discern what I held behind my back.
Slowly, I rounded her. My shoulder brushed against her, lightly. She shuttered, suddenly fearful of what was to come.
“Face forward,” I ordered.
She did as I commanded.
I raised my hands to her head and brought them down. I slid the bristles of the hairbrush through Claire’s beautiful auburn mane, straightening it, working out the tangles until it was lush and shining. Soft.
I took a bag from a cabinet. Threw it to her.
She opened the bag.
Inside was a woman’s suit. Red jacket and skirt. White blouse. A bra, panties and hose. High heels. There was a small makeup kit and a crimson lipstick. A pair of large emerald earrings she had worn when I abducted her. Her diamond wedding ring.
My dick grew hard as she dressed. I watched as she applied the makeup. She slid the lipstick around her lips, expertly, not a tremble in her hands. She puckered her lips. She fastened on the earrings…
Finally, she slid the wedding ring on her finger.
She looked perfect. Mine for the taking.
“This way,” I said.
As we got to the door, I stopped her. Cuffed her slender wrists behind her back.
I took her through my hidden passage, the same way I had brought her in, unconscious, several days ago, and into my bedroom.
I motioned her to sit on the bed and she did.
Claire looked at me, brilliant in her red outfit.
I wore nothing. I was close to her, my cock at eye-level. I felt a tingle of excitement. I was nude and she was clothed, but I was in control. I pressed my cock to her face.
My lady understood. She took me between her lips, without hesitation and my member slid down her throat. Soft like silk and wet with her spit, her warm pursed lips brought me to instant rigidity. She moaned deeply, her red lips working intently to pleasure me.
In and out I went, rhythmically, my cock growing harder with each stroke past her smooth lips. Spit build up at the corners of her mouth.
I pulled my cock from her lips and a long line of saliva dripped onto the carpet.
“Lay back, my lady,” I said, lovingly.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and rolled to the center of the bed, arms pinned beneath her back.
I climbed onto the bed. I straddled Claire’s head. I stared at her beneath my cock, stared at her for a long moment.
She was terrified, but accepting, eyes wide and on me. I was her whole universe, now. I was everything. How and when she perished was my whim, my choice, my desire.
Slowly, I rubbed my engorged cock about her face. I felt harder and larger then I had ever been.
I brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes.
“Are you ready, my love?” I asked her, softly, while caressing her cheek.
“I want to be with my sweet Hannah,” she said, as her first tear of the day rolled down her cheek to my fingertips. “Do it, you sick fuck.”
I smiled. She knew exactly how to arouse me.
I affixed the ring-gag about her head, sliding it into place and making sure it was just perfect. I pulled her beautiful red hair out from beneath her, over one shoulder. I tied the silky strands into a knot, high at the base of her neck. Another knot was tied into the tip.
Claire looked at me, confusion on her face, showing through the mix of her last emotions.
I twisted the red strands around her frail neck.
Her eyes went wide as comprehension came.
I thrust into her mouth, hard, putting the entire length of cock inside her frail neck, down her slender throat. I pulled at the garrote of her hair, tightening it, choking off all breath. My cock pressed her head to the pillow and I skullfucked her with all the strength in me, plunging deep into her helpless throat.
I grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her to the headboard. Thrusting in hard, I rapidly slammed her head against the dense wood, matching the crack of her head with the slap of my balls against her sexy chin.
I braced her head with my left hand, strangled her with the auburn rope clenched in my right.
She didn’t fight it at all.
I expected her legs to kick, but she was still. Her only movements were the glorious tightening of her mouth and throat and the blinking of her eyelids as her skull cracked again and again against the headboard.
I pulled on her hair, harder.
Her lips tightened on me, trying to suck in air. I knew that if she could control herself, she would go quietly, peacefully. But the body struggles to live even if the will does not.
I thrust in further, deeper; held my cock down her throat. I pulled at her hair, again. I could feel the tightening of it, around my cock. It drove me to climax and I came. My seed filled her throat and bubbled up from her lips.
She choked around my cock, drowning in my come.
Ecstasy struck. And the realization that all that was left was to end her. I pulled hard on her hair: a mighty heave that produced a sharp crack.
Claire Prescott looked up at me, love in her eyes, as she gasped one last time on my cock. And then she was staring at nothing but oblivion.
I held her for several minutes, as I came down from my high. My fist was still tight on the knot of her hair.
From my bedside nightstand, I took a knife. Slowly, I rubbed the razor-sharp blade down her face… over her sightless eyes… across her nose… past her come-covered lips… down to her neck…
The blade cut and I held the auburn ponytail in my hand. It was as if I could feel her inside it. It was all I had left of her, now.
Well, almost all.
I stood and walked to my bathroom, pushed the door open to reveal the bound blonde-haired girl. Hannah looked up at me with wet eyes, her face twisted in a rictus of emotional agony.
A small monitor was before her, showing the broken doll of her mother.
“Did you see that, baby? Did you see what she did, hear what she said? Did you watch her, all the way to the end? She was fabulous. I never dreamed I would have a fuck like her.”
Hannah looked at me, eyes alight with terror.
Sweet Hannah. I liked the girl. I really did. She was a true survivor, coming back from the brink like that.
I pulled her to her knees and thrust my cock in, all the way down her throat.
“She’s still there, baby,” I moaned. “On my cock! Your mother’s spit and her last fucking breath! Take my cock, my young love! And when you’re done we’ll visit that corpse you call a mother and you can suck your master’s come from her murdered fucking lips!”
I raised the ponytail to my nose and smelled the smell of my sweet Claire, as I throatfucked her last daughter.
Now she was with me, forever.

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My Sister, Sadie

Sadie becomes pregnant by her long time boyfriend and drops out of college after the baby’s birth. She is happy with motherhood until her husband begins cheating on her. She join the police department where he brother is a Sergeant. When her brother discovers what she has done he gets her assigned to his squad in order to protect her from sexual harassment by other officers. In the end he does the sexual things to her he had sought to protect her from, but does it with her encouragement.

Fiction

Sweet as summer rain.

I’m new to erotic fiction, so I welcome input. I’d like to expand it and add more charachters and vary the genre a bit. I figure I should get feedback before I emberassed myself though. 😛 Be kind.

Fiction

The Importance of Sophie, Preface

The following is the preface for this series in ten parts (yes, ten). Since there are a great deal of characters and there may be large gaps between instalments (I’m not skilled at writing consistently), this story will serve as a somewhat convenient resource for refreshing your memory. (Check the end for physical descriptions of most of the characters)

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 21

I feel obligated to say that there is disturbing content in this chapter, though you probably guessed that already if you read the last chapter. This one isn’t for the squeamish, but of course, you sick puppies already read about Leveria torture-raping her own mother before having her publicly executed, so maybe the warning’s unnecessary. Leave comments!

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Throat Fucking me

As i was gagging on Dave’s giant cock i reached around and shoved my middle finger up his ass hole and started to finger his tight ass. He than placed his hands on the back of my head and started to fuck my face with his 8 inch penis. His balls were smacking against my chin and he was ramming his cock down my throat. When i started to finger him faster he also started to fuck my face faster and faster. I loved how he hard he was fucking my throat with his member.
While Dave was busy shoving his cock down my throat i saw the door open up behind him. But not being able to get his attention since i was blowing him his younger brother walked right in. He watched for about 1 minuted before Dave notice he was watching us. Dave said to his brother “well are you just going to stand there and watch or are you going to join?” His Younger brother just smiled walked over to us, took out his cock and slapped my face with it.
I took Dave out of my mouth and put his younger brother’s penis into my mouth. He was not as big as his older brother but he was much longer. I took his cock out my mouth and started to suck on his balls. Mean while Dave was down fingering my tight asshole and blowing me. Dave’s younger brother with out warning shot the bigger load of cum i have ever felt right down my throat. As fast as i could i grabbed his ass and pulled him towards me shoving his penis as far down my throat as i could make it. I swallowed every last drop of his precious cum loved it.
After i swallowed of all his cum i bent him over on his hands and knees and started to finger him and lick his ass hole. Once i got him nice and wet i stood up and started to fuck him. Mean while hes brother got in front of him and shoved his cock down his younger brothers throat. I kinda felt bad for the kid he had my huge cock up his virgin asshole and his brother cock down his throat but i could tell he was loving it because i could feel him started to thrust against me when ever i went to stick it in him. And plus the moaning kinda gave it away.
Watching this young kid getting fucked from the back in front made me cum so hard in this kid’s ass hole. When i took my cock out i got right down on my knees and and started to lick the cum oozing out of his asshole. I made sure to get every last drop. While he was finishing blowing his brother i laid down on my back and got inbetween his legs and started to blow him again.
I guess after Dave’s younger brother walked in on us we should of locked the door because all the of the sudden we hear a load scream. “DAVE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR BROTHER?” It was Dave’s mother who had just got home from work. She came running in and grabbed Dave by the hair dragging him into her bedroom. Laying on my back with her sons cock on my mouth waiting in shock waiting for her to get back not know what she was about to do to me.. She demanded her son to go to his bedroom and that she would talk to him later about what has happened.
Well….. wait till i tell your mother what you have been doing with my boy’s “Please dont tell my mother” i cried to Dave’s mother. “Well, why shouldnt i tell your mother on you, that you were sucking my sons cock” “because i know your husband has a small penis because i sucked him last night, and after seeing his small cock im sure you would love to be fucked my my huge thick penis” “what would make you think that? As she cant take her eye’s off my prick”
“i dont know maybe because i know how much you crave young boys cocks, because i know of all the times you suck your sons off”. “Ok you got me there” Dave’s mom replied. She pulled down here pants and laid down on the bed and said “Come fuck me” i fucked the hell out of her till we both came and she finished me off in her mouth and swallowed every last drop.. We cleaned up and i went back to Dave to play some video games.
About an hour or so had gone by before i heard the front door open and saw that their father was home from a long days work. I saw him go right into the bathroom to take care of some business. I told Dave that i was going to get a drink real fast. On my way to the kitchen i saw that the bathroom door was open a little so i walked in to see Daves dad sitting on the toilet reading a magazine. I continued to walk in and locked the door behind me. With out him saying anything i got down on my knees and started suck his cock. In a matter of seconds he was rock hard and throat fucking the hell out of me. His cock was so long and thick it was stretching out my mouth it could just fit in my mouth. I never knew i could make a man cum so fast and so much. After he had came in my mouth i just got up and walked out without saying a word and he went about his business.
After getting my fix from Dave’s father i continued to the kitchen to get my drink. I opened up the fridge and while looking for something to drink i feel a finger sliding up my ass. I turn around to see Dave’s 12 year old sister standing behind me sucking on a lollipop…
to be continued….

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Fantasy

Our liberating holiday – Part 4

If you have not read Parts 1, 2 & 3 please do so as this follows on and will make better sense if you read those first. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box. Part 4