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When In Rome

Author’s Notes[b]When In Rome isn’t exactly a series of erotic stories. When it’s completed, it will (hopefully) read more like a novel. Plot, subplots and all. There will be (on average) three separate scenes from three separate Point(s) of View (POV) per chapter. While every chapter will have sex in one form or another, every scene will not. If you want to skip through and only read the sexy bits, every chapter will be headed by listing which scene(s) in that chapter include sex.
Chapter one starts with a fairly vanilla blowjob, but don’t worry. The sex gets dirtier and more violent. And will continue getting dirtier and more violent throughout the series.
I hope you enjoy.
Each POV will be headed by the character’s name.
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CHAPTER ONE:
Scene 01: Appius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
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[center][b]APPIUS[/center]
Lykos was the most powerful man in Rome. And he wasn’t even a true fucking Roman.
His mother had been a Greek whore, but a beautiful one, gifted to Lykos’s father by a rival he’d later killed in his sleep.
His money wasn’t the reason he was respected, though he was rumored to have more than the Emperor. It was not his skill in battle (which was legendary, Appius knew all too well – he’d served with him in the Roman Army). Nor was it the five vicious, sword-wielding, murderous sons he’d fathered. Though they were legends of their own.
It was his whores. Lykos had the best whores in the world. He catered to every whim, every desire. Legal or not, moral or not… you could get it from Lykos.
At least that’s what Appius had heard. It had been fifteen years since he’d last stepped foot in Rome. Almost that long since he’d seen his old friend. He was only here to… pay a debt. Right a wrong.
It hadn’t been hard to find the find the place.
Mention Lykos’ name, and any man with two denari to rub together could give you directions. It wasn’t like you could pass by the building without knowing it was what you were looking for. His friend’s tastes had always verged on the obscene.
The front of the whore house was littered with stone statues; exquisitely carved women with round asses, full breasts and open mouths were crowded around a grotesque rendering of Hades, Greek God of the Underworld. His large stone head was thrown back to the sky in rapture; a stone woman was at his feet, her ass high in the air, her lips eternally circling the head of his cock. Near her knees were two more stone women, one with her face buried between the other’s legs. Various statues surrounded them, all engaged in some sexual act or another.
He’d arrived.
He gave his name to the guard at the door, and paid his way inside.
The air was thick with the the sweet heady scent of wine, and the sweeter smell of poppy smoke. There was music, a hard beat on a drum. And there were women. Naked, all of them. Some were selling their wares right there at the entrance, begging, moaning, screaming as they got filled in every way he could imagine. Some were dancing, their soft skin oiled so that it shimmered in the firelight. Some danced on tables. Some danced chained in cages, pressing their breasts against the bars as they begged to be used by someone, anyone. Every girl was beautiful. Every girl was young. Most looked barely old enough to marry, let alone be selling their cunts in a place where the proprietor claimed to be descended from Hades himself.
“Finally made it back to Rome, I see.”
Appius turned to find his old friend. Age had been kind to the man; he only had a few scars and a head of gray hair to show for the nearly fifty years he’d managed to live.
Appius gripped Lykos wrist as they shook hands. “And in one piece, no less. All I heard on the way back were tales of Hades’ spawn and his famous whores.”
“See anything you like?”
He looked around, but he knew he’d already seen exactly what he wanted. He pointed to a little slut in the middle of the room, apparently glorying in the attention she was getting from her audience.
Lykos’ smile grew wider, and he laughed. “You always had a good eye. Come.”
They rested on twin high-backed chairs as another man rushed off to procure the whore. She turned as she realized she was wanted, her body damp with glistening oil and a little sweat. She pushed her hair, light red – almost blonde, out of her face and bit her bottom lip as she watched him. He watched her too. She was young enough, new enough to the game to still look sweet. Her body was slim and soft, and he could see the firm hint of muscle in her belly, just above her tiny, almost hairless little cunt. He reached for her as she came to him, just grazing his fingers over her pussy. Her breasts were small, but they were firm, and her little pink nipples were already hard.
“You like her? She’s called Callia.”
Callia, his pretty little whore, was already wet as he slid a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her little pink tongue darted over her top lip as she watched him with heavy lidded eyes.
“I like her very much.” Appius worked his finger into her tight little hole, and then deeper as she gasped.
Callia giggled as Lykos slapped her ass.
“Come here, show my friend what you’ve learned.”
She smiled, both proud and excited, as she dropped to her knees as Lykos’ feet. He adjusted his robes, and the girl wrapped her lips happily around the head of his cock. After a few strokes of her tongue, she winked at Appius, and he watched, cock throbbing, as she took the other man’s cock between her pretty little lips. She was on her knees, but she spread her legs wide open as she took his cock deep into her throat. He heard her soft moan as she took it all, her little hips rocking in pleasure as her mouth hit his pelvis. Little slut had swallowed the whole thing. And she wasn’t finished.
She bobbed her head back and forth, fucking his cock with her throat in quick strokes. Her little cunt was glistening wet. She barely took time to breathe.
“That’s enough. Off.”
She pouted as she sat back on her heels, her eyes still longingly fixated on her boss’s cock.
Lykos nodded his head toward Appius. “Now him.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she climbed over to sit between his knees.
She grinned at Lykos as her fist circled Appius’ cock. “Yes, Father.”
He barely had time to react. Her mouth was already on his cock, her expert little tongue working over his shaft, getting him wet and ready for her mouth. His cock throbbed as she placed a soft little kiss on the head, and he glanced over at Lykos as she began to slide him down her throat.
“Father?”
Lykos laughed. “Forgot to mention that, did I?”
“Wasn’t aware you had a daughter.” Appius groaned as she guided him past her mouth, hands curled into fists as the tip of his cock worked its way into her hot, tight little throat. He thrusted his hips up, just the slightest bit, to feel her tighter around him.
“Its been awhile. I didn’t have her when you last saw me.”
He looked down at the little whore at his feet, his cock sliding between her full little lips as her father watched. “And how is it a daughter of yours is on her knees sucking cock in a whore-house? I find it hard to believe your wife would allow it.”
“She doesn’t belong to Lyssanda. Whose dead, by the way.”
That made more sense. The slut had fair skin, big blue-green eyes, light hair. Even more telling, she was, as far as he could see, pleasant to be around. Obviously not Lyssandra’s child. He fucking hated Lykos’ wife. Always had. Couldn’t say he was sorry to hear that. He doubted Lykos was either.
He groaned as her hand cupped his balls, her mouth fucking his cock at a furious pace. He was too close, and he was enjoying this far too much to let her taste his cum this soon.
He slapped her hard across the cheek and fisted his hand in her hair. “Slow the fuck down.”
She jerked. Her watery eyes lowered away from his as her father laughed. Her cheek bloomed with the red imprint of his fingers.
“Little whore gets too excited sometimes.”
She slowed. Obediently. He liked that in a whore. He leaned forward, rewarding her with soft slaps to her little tits. Her throat vibrated around his cock as she moaned, and tightened as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. He slammed his cock harder down her throat as he stood up. He took her by the hair, and guided her head. He wanted it faster now. He looped her hair around his fist, pulling her hard, yanking her head back and forth as he set the pace. He could see the saliva, wet around her mouth as she gagged around his cock. Patrons and whores alike were watching him fuck her throat, and he liked it.
“You like that?” He asked her, knowing that she did. Her round little ass was up in the air, her hips rocking back and forth and her strangled, muffled cries carried over the music as his cock pounded into her little open mouth. He watched her eyes as his dick disappeared and reappeared past her lips, watched as her mouth stretched wide to take him. She was sucking hard, her little pink cheeks hollowing and her tongue worked fast little circles on the underside of his shaft even as she choked.
She sucked a dick like she was born to do it. Her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, pussy soaked; she loved it. Loved getting her face fucked in a room full of people, loved that she was being watched, that she was desired. He wondered if she liked that her own father was watching.
“Stay on your knees, lean back, open your mouth,” he commanded.
She obeyed. Her little breasts shook as she panted. Her eyes were watering from the assault on her throat, but she opened her mouth wide. She wanted his cum. She was desperate for it.
“Please,” she begged. She squeezed her tits with a soft little whimper as he stroked his cock. He was so close to her that his dick slapped against her lips as he pumped his fist over the length.
He groaned as he finally came. Thick cum hit her lips, her nose, her tongue. She whimpered, struggling to keep her mouth open. Her tongue twitched, she looked like she was fighting herself not to try to lick the cum off her lips. When he was finally spent, she closed her eyes, head tilted back. She trembled as he looked down at her, her pretty, lightly freckled face covered in his cum.
“Swallow it.”
She grinned as she obeyed. Her moans were soft, but he heard them, as she licked the cum off her lips.
“Good girl.”
She blushed as she got to her feet, and Lykos pulled her closer to him. His hand snaked up between her legs and pushed to of his fingers into her cunt. He head rolled back, face to the ceiling, eyes closed. Appius watched her thin, young little body shake as her father finger fucked her cunt right there in the open.
Lykos slapped her ass and beckoned to two of his guards. “Take Callia to be cleaned.”
Her eyes widened like she’d just remembered something and her hands flew to her mouth.
“Yes, yes. Your brother is waiting for you. Go.”
Her body shook as the guards took her by the arms. She looked afraid.
Appius had heard all about Lykos’ sons. There wasn’t a man in the country who didn’t fear them. Especially the eldest, Cassius. He’d met him, some fifteen or so years ago. He’d been a sullen, angry fourteen year old boy who wanted nothing to do with anything but a sword.
Apparently he’d grown into a fearsome man. He hadn’t expected anything less.
He felt sorry for the poor little whore if that’s where she was headed.
[center]CALLIA[/center]
Callia shifted, wincing as the stone floor dug hard into her knees. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. The chain attached to her metal collar was jingling; that’s how she knew how badly she was shaking. Her stomach churned, her was mouth dry. Tears gathered in her eyes. She was having trouble catching her breath.
She was chained to the bedpost of her oldest brother’s bed, and she’d been late getting to his room. She was supposed to be getting ready when her father had called her over to suck that man’s cock. She’d forgotten that Cassius was expecting her, but even if she hadn’t forgotten, it wasn’t like she could have told her father ‘no.’ Lykos expected complete obedience from all of the women he owned, and she was no exception. The fact that she shared his blood made no difference to him. Her mother has been a slave. That made her a slave as well.
Her brother’s slaves had been furious when she’d arrived late. They were usually gentle with her as they prepared her for him, but not this time. She wasn’t the only one who would be punished, even though it was her fault alone. So they’d bathed her with water far too close to scalding, scrubbed her skin with wire brushes until she was bright pink and begging them to stop. They had been gentle when they held her legs open to shave her, though. Cassius would have been livid if they’d marred her skin before he got his hands on her.
Now she knelt, freezing on the stone floor. Her skin had been freshly lotioned so it would be supple and soft under his hands, and his cane or whip. Her hair was still damp, curling softly around her face.
She trembled, from both cold and fear as the door opened. How angry would he be with her? She tried to keep her eyes trained on the floor, but he was undressing. He didn’t look at her or speak to her as he took off his clothing. He never did. It was their secret little game. She’d pretend like she wasn’t watching him, and he’d pretend like he didn’t notice. It was the only disobedience he allowed.
She dropped her eyes as he stalked over to her, as he stood in front of her. His cock was hard already, long and thick and curved slightly to the left, bigger than their other four brothers’ cocks. Even far bigger than their father’s. She reminded herself not to lick her lips. She had to obey, even though she craved him. Even though she was terrified of him.
He didn’t speak even as he unhooked the chain from her collar and jerked her to her feet. She could tell he was furious; his body hummed with pent-up rage and her stomach dropped into her feet. Would this be the day he lost control? Would this be the day she met the side of her brother that the entire Republic was terrified of? They were both frightened and reverent of him, Rome’s own personal God of Death in mortal flesh.
He pushed her hard against the apparatus he’d had made especially for her body, and strung her arms up and tied them high above her head with coarse ropes. She was facing away from him, her arms tied just high enough that she could barely stand on the tips of her toes. A belt circled her waist, preventing her from any freedom of movement.
She didn’t even have time to brace herself before the first blow. It was the cane. And it landed across the backs of her legs, just under her ass with a stinging thwack. She hissed in air, it felt like a line the length of the cane had been sliced with a straight razor. It burned, even more than usual, on her icy skin. She whimpered. Five more hits followed, each one harder and more painful than the last. Each accompanied by the sound of the cane hitting her flesh, and the burning, searing pain. She slipped, sagging against her ropes. Had it not been for the belt, she’d have hurt herself. Maybe separated her arm from her shoulder.
Her brother was against her back before she could find her footing, holding her still before the belt could dig into her skin. Her toes found the ground again as his lips found her ear.
“You disobeyed me, Callia. What was your order?”
She shivered against him. His skin was warm, hot even and she could feel his cock pressing hard against her back. “I was to go to work. To dance for the men, to let them touch me. To make them want me. But not to let them fuck me.”
His teeth grazed her neck. “So you remembered. I’d hoped you’d just forgotten.”
He pulled away from her, and the cane cracked hard against her ass. She bit down hard, but couldn’t keep from crying out. It hurt; it hurt so fucking badly on her soft, oiled skin. Her breasts heaved against the board, the material rough against her sensitive nipples. His cane worked up her back in strokes that seemed to grow harder with every count. By the time he reached her shoulders, she was choking back sobs.
His hand snaked around her body, and he caught her nipple between his fingers. At first it felt good and then he pinched harder… twisted it between his thumb and forefinger until she cried out.
“Why did you disobey my order?”
She could taste her salty tears against her lips. She’d finally done it. “F-father commanded it. The man was his friend. He told me to suck his cock. I wouldn’t-”
He was back against her, his skin pressing hard against the welts that covered her skin. He kissed her neck before pulling away. He struck her again. And again. This time working his way back down starting at her shoulders. He criss-crossed the strikes over the last set. Her back, she knew, would look like a finely drawn grid. Every lash, every inflamed red strike, would be perfectly equidistant from the last. They would cross in the exact same place, every time. He was that controlled. That methodical.
“You wouldn’t what, Sis? I saw you. I watched. You were enjoying it. You loved that father was watching your face get covered in another man’s cum.”
Callia whimpered after a hoarse, tear-filled laugh. Her voice was raw. “Of course I did.
She tried to turn to face him. He moved so that he could look in her eyes.
“Thats what I was trained for. How old were you when you got your first wooden sword, Cassius? Before you had ever received one day’s training? I was far younger than that when I began mine. I was taught, and trained and educated on how to please. How to dance, how to tease. How to suck, how to fuck. I started so early I barely remember the early years. Of course I loved it. How could I not?”
She tensed as his hand neared her face, she never knew if he would stroke her cheek or slap it. He brushed away the tears on her face. She tried to ignore the hope that rose in her chest.
“Who owns you Callia?”
She gritted her teeth against the fear. She knew that answer he wanted. She also knew the truth. She could lie and please him. Or she could tell the truth. No one lied to Cassius.
“Father.” She admitted defiantly, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “Father owns me. Body and mind. He controls when I eat, when I sleep, when I fuck, and if I get to live, Cassius. And daughter or not, if there is ever a day when I refuse him, he would not hesitate, nor even blink, as he killed me.”
Her brother’s body tensed against her, shaking and seething with anger and she knew she’d given the wrong answer. When his blue eyes met hers, she was paralyzed with fear. She’d never seen that much rage in one man’s face. She should have lied, she should have-
He jerked her face to his, their noses touched. His jaw clenched and she could feel his hand shaking, jerking with fury. But his voice was quiet. Calmer than she’d ever heard him. It was terrifying.
“Do you think I’d let that happen?”
Her body sagged with relief. She finally felt like she could breathe. She leaned her face against his, and his lips found the tears on her cheeks.
He licked away the salty tears on her face and stepped behind her. He kicked a step between her legs for her to stand on, and moved the belt up, holding her in place at the perfect height for…
“Tell me, little sister. Do you think I’d let him?”
“No.” She breathed hard as he pushed her legs open. Her wrists were still tied, the coarse material chaffing her skin. She wasn’t wet, not yet. She’d been too afraid; but not afraid of being hurt. Afraid that she’d lost his favor.
He didn’t care. His cock was between her legs, and then, in one fast, painful, burning stoke he was inside her. She screamed against the board she was tied to as he filled her. His cock, it was so thick. So hard, it hit so deep inside her cunt. It even hurt when she’d had time to fully prepare, time to get wet… But he liked it when it hurt her. Liked to force his way in dry and feel her cunt get wet around him. And she liked when she pleased him. She could feel his skin against hers as she stilled, and his mouth hot against her neck. His teeth dug at her skin as he stretched her tight little pussy to fit around him. Short strokes, never pulling out more than an inch.
His teeth grazed her ear. “That’s it Callia, just like that. I love feeling you get wet around me. So wet.”
He pulled back, leaving only the thick head of his cock in her pussy, and then drove it back in. Harder, faster than the first. He pressed his chest against her, and the welts from her beating burned and ached, but it didn’t matter. The pain didn’t matter because he was inside her, fucking her, pounding her little cunt while she screamed for him. It was worth it.
He was deep inside her when she felt him fumbling with the belt, could hear his frustrated gasps as he tore it off the board. He pulled out and spun her until she faced him. He stared into her eyes, bit at her lip and knelt to pick up his sword.
She shivered as he traced the razor sharp point up her belly, and up, between her breasts. He turned it horizontal, and held it to her throat as he slammed his cock back inside her. He stayed there still. Watching her, his blade to her throat.
Callia met his eyes, holding herself perfectly still. Still as a statue. And then she squeezed her cunt hard around his cock… and smiled. She felt his cock jerk inside her, his muscles tighten as he stroked one more time. She knew what was coming. She wrapped her legs tight around his back, and his mouth covered hers as he cut the ropes that bound her wrists.
It had been a test. To see if she feared him in that moment. She’d passed.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her like she weighed nothing and threw her on the bed. And then he was on top of her, between her legs, cock once again buried in pussy. Where it belonged.
He wasn’t gentle. He slapped her face as he fucked her harder and deeper than any man ever had. He held her hands, still braceleted with rope, above her head, pining her still as he filled her, over and over. Her back arched off the bed as her legs began to shake, and she writhed underneath him.
“Cassius.. I’m-”
He kissed her neck softly before his hands moved to circle her throat. “I know. Cum for me. Cum with my cock inside you.”
His hands tightened on her throat as her cunt tightened on his cock. Her screams were muffled, and he choked her, hard, as her wet little cunt shook around his cock. Her eyes were wide open, watering as she struggled to breathe, struggled to scream… but it was Cassius’ name on her lips as she came with her brother’s cock deep inside her.
He released her throat as she collapsed, breathless and smiling, back against the bed.
The door slammed open. She barely tilted her head until she she could see her brother. Well, a different brother. Marcus. The youngest of the boys, but still almost six years older than her.
“Cass, they’ve found another one. We need to leave now.”
Cassius ignored him. She smiled. He wasn’t done with her yet.
[center]CASSIUS[/center]
Fucking Marcus.
He ignored his youngest brother as he drove his cock back inside his sister’s wet, still trembling cunt. She was breathless underneath him, pussy still gripping his cock hard, still shuddering with aftershocks. He’d wanted to taste her, kiss her mouth, bury his face in her neck as he filled her with cum… but they had an audience now. He would not show his brother his weakness. He only had one. He’d kill anyone. Sit back and watch anyone be killed if he could gain from it. Brothers, father… He hadn’t shed a tear or blinked an eye when his mother died. But he could not lose Callie. He’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her. No one could know that. Because then she could be used against him.
They all fucked her. His father, all of his brothers. But she meant nothing to them. She was just a pretty toy to be played with. Something to amuse them, to pass the time.
He needed to hurt her. Needed Marcus to see. He hauled his hand back and slapped Callia hard across the face. He felt the slap himself. His palm stung, but she’d squeezed tight around his cock, and her hips pushed off the bed, driving her little cunt up to meet him.
He could hear himself, a low, steady growl barely audible over her frantic cries. Could hear the sound of his cock driving inside her, his balls slapping against her ass.
Her lips were full, red and swollen from his rough kisses. Her eyes were still watery and his hand print blazed red and angry on her cheek. Her throat was red and raw. He knew that tomorrow it would be bruised with the perfect impression of his fingers and every time he saw her he’d think about his hands on her throat and that look in her eye. Fuck, he needed to slow down. Slow.
He hovered over her, her back arching as she grinded against his cock. If he was the type to smile, this was one of the rare moments when he would. He turned to look at his brother, a look that had prompted many a man to turn tail and run. A look that promised a slow and painful death.
“Enjoying the show, Brother?”
Marcus shrugged. “Seen better. Done better, probably to the same whore.”
Cassius tensed. He was not going to kill his brother. He wasn’t. He repeated that to himself. Made it a mantra. “Get out Marcus. I’ll meet you downstairs when I’m finished. Go.”
Marcus was only twenty. And not that bright. But for once, he listened.
Cassius waited for the door to click shut, and this his mouth was on Callia’s.
He slid inside her, his pace still slow. But deep. If he slowed his strokes he could go so much fucking deeper inside her, drive it up until his sister’s pretty little eyes rolled back in her head.
“I love hurting you, Cal.”
She smiled. It was a weak, exhausted, sated smile and it made his fucking cock jerk.
He wrapped his hands around her throat. One last time. He tightened them as he impaled her, his hands catching the breath in her throat. He choked her, watching her gasp and struggle against him as he pounded her cunt, fucked it raw, made sure she’d be sore afterward. His cock throbbed inside her as he watched her face turn red. He could push it to the last second. She wouldn’t fight him. Even as his cock drilled her and she gasped for air and started to go limp and dizzy, she wouldn’t try to pry his hands off her neck.
She stared up at him, choking, and he stared down at her tear filled, bloodshot eyes. There was fear in her gaze. Of course. But there was something else, something he’d never seen in the eyes of another human soul, not even his brothers. Trust. No matter how badly he hurt her, she knew she was safe. He lov- Don’t even think it, Cassius.
He let her go, and she gasped and choked against his mouth as he came. He covered her body with his, spilling hot, thick cum deep inside his little sister’s soaking wet cunt. He could feel her shaking again, coming again with him, his mouth catching her screams as she did.
She was breathless, still whimpering as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“I want to kill them all Callie.” He finally admitted, his cock still buried inside her.
She looked up at him, exhausted and completely satisfied. “Who?”
“Every man I see inside your mouth. Inside your cunt. Or your ass. Every man that touches what belongs to me. And when I see you cum, screaming like that with another man inside you… sometimes I want to kill you, too.”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He kissed her lips.
“Never,” he promised.
“You want me all to yourself?” She grinned as if that were the craziest thing she’d ever heard.
“No.” He watched her tremble as he ground his hips against hers. “I still want to see you get fucked. But I want them to have to go through me, to know that the only reason they get to touch you is because I allow it. I want them to know that I own you.”
She bit her lip as she grinned up at him. “I’d like that.”
He sighed. There was work to be done. He pulled his cock out of her pussy slowly, watching her shudder. “Clean me up, Callie.”
She smiled and got to her hand and knees. She knelt between his legs and he stared at the patchwork of angry red welts on her back as she licked his cum and hers off his dick. He closed his eyes, reveling in her soft moans as she kissed and licked and sucked him greedily.
He stroked her face one last time as she helped him dress.
“Stay in here tonight, Callia. I’ll tell father that I wasn’t finished with you. I want you in my bed when I get home.”
She looked puzzled. Unsure. Scared, even. “You… you want me to sleep in your bed?”
He kissed her forehead as she strapped his sword to his waist. “Yes. Now turn around. I want to see your back one more time before I leave.”

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My dancing pt. 1_(0)

I’ve been involved in a few different jobs over my lifetime. The one that I would have to say I enjoyed the most was my time as a dance instructor. During that time, I learned a lot, not only about dance, but also about seduction. This series will relate a few of those experiences. They are all independent and can be read in any order. For those short story readers, this one in particular is not for you. It’s pretty drawn out but has very good promise. If you like a good read and a story that follows through, this is for you. It’s %100 true so I can’t cut anything out or you’d miss out on what happened. There’s plenty to enjoy here.
I first got the job training at a studio, with the promise to move on into teaching. They were a small independent studio with a lot of recognition. The deal they proposed acted out as a scholarship program of sorts. I trained for free, the value of what was learning being the $100,000’s. Learning to dance at the level I was being trained was not something you learned quickly or easily. People spend years taking lessons an hour or two a week to get to where I would hopefully be within 5 months. I was to be at the studio for at least 25 hours a week training. I was put into a small group of other people who were there for the same deal. There was one other guy, a long-time friend who had actually told me about the deal that the studio was putting on. To make things even, there were two girls that would be working with us. I was introduced to the first, we’ll call her Jenny. She was an ok looking redhead, a lot of flare in her attitude, seemed like someone that would be fun to hang out with, maybe more.
The three of us stood there exchanging pleasantries when I heard a voice behind me, β€œSorry I’m late, my son can be a handful some times.” I turned to look and there stood this girl, a couple years older than me, in her early twenties. The first thing I noticed was her face. People subconsciously perceive beauty in symmetry, equal distance in facial features, well-proportioned areas throughout the body, and according to the individual judging, preference in skin tone, hair color, and eye color. By those terms, this girl was absolutely gorgeous. My mouth must have dropped because my friend gave me a quick nudge and I quickly shut my mouth almost forgetting to breathe. I was taken aback. The color in her eyes was a deep blue, it looked like a pool of transcendent water you just wanted to jump into. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders and slightly across her face. I say cascaded because her hair looked like a majestic water fall with slight curls just rippling down giving the impression of water falling off of a high cliff. Her face just glowed, I don’t know if it was the make-up or something else, but it seemed to shine, almost giving off a glare. I took a quick glance at her body and everything was the right size and in the right place. She was wearing a tight top, showing off her 36 c breasts, just the perfect handful in my opinion. Further down she was wearing tight jeans giving everyone a great view of her predominant thighs and luscious legs. I couldn’t wait to get a look at her ass. With legs and thighs like that, her ass had to be nothing short of flawless.
I was brought back into reality when she extended her hand. β€œYou must be the new guy joining our class. My name is Ashley.” I picked my jaw up off of the floor and answered back with, β€œYeah, my name is Chris, nice to meet you.” I looked deep into her eyes as we spoke, wanting to bathe in them. Her hand lingered with mine as she smiled towards me. β€œWell, let’s get started,” Jenny said, pulling Ashley and me out of trance.
We spent the next few days working on the basic steps. They had already been in the class a few weeks ahead of me, but I managed to surpass them in technique and style. Being a very visual person, I was able to pick up on the steps a lot quicker than they had and by the end of the month I was taking moves from the other instructor just by watching them teach their students and train for competitions with their more experienced ones. The girls were sure to notice and often pulled me aside to work with them away from the class. Jenny was alright but it seemed Ashley was doing a much better job, or perhaps it was my infatuation with her flawless body that affected my judgment. Either way, I enjoyed dancing with her far more than anyone else. We seemed to move so well together. All of our movements together were so fluid, it felt like a stream just pouring water into a reservoir.
The studio director had been watching us and said he would like us to perform a small dance exhibition for the students at the studio at one of the upcoming parties that we hosted every week. We were both thrilled with the idea. We had been given a chance to show off in front of everyone, show off for the studio director and other instructors, and show what we really had. I took this on as a challenge. I talked to Ashley about what dance we should do and we chose to do the tango, a personal favorite of mine. The tango is a sexy, scandalous dance that can emit the emotions of love, sensuality, hatred, and regret all in the same routine. It’s obvious I was going for the first two. I did a little homework, watched some movies, and made note of some routines I had seen in a couple Antonio Banderas movies, β€œTake the Lead” and β€œThe Mask of Zorro”. This was going to be a dance not soon forgotten.
We practiced for the next two weeks on our routine, working in leg hitches, sexy poses, all kinds of tantalizing footwork and body language, trying to make this as sensual as possible without upsetting some of the students who were most senior citizens. Myself and Ashley worked for hours together, putting in extra time at the studio to work together, we had such cohesion, everything seemed to work out flawlessly. We seemed to get a little closer as we worked together. We laughed and joked around together a lot more. She would come and see me at my second job as a bartender in a local restaurant a few times. To the untrained eye, it would seem like a harmless friendship, but to others, it was obvious flirtation. By now my friend had dropped from the training program saying he was going to emphasize more on his studies. I thought he was crazy. I danced around all day with beautiful women and got to see some disgruntled divorced and married women come in just so they could dance around for an hour at a time with younger guys. There was so much opportunity. Who would possibly want to give up this job?
I was on an unbelievable high at this point. I was dancing for several hours a week with one of the most beautiful women I had ever met in my entire life. What could I possibly complain about? I got to hold her close, smell her intoxicating perfume, and feel her warmth against me. For those of you that don’t know, the tango is danced far different than any other dance. The bodies are joined at the pelvis and there is no way either person could tell the other wasn’t aroused. Several times I could see her blush when she felt my erection against her. I too had to blush on occasions feeling the heat emanating from what I could only imagine to be the perfect pussy. I could only hope to get the chance to prove my theory right.
The day before the performance she invited me over to her house for lunch before we would have to go into work. She had made some homemade Chinese food. It was great, tasted authentic enough with a little extra something on the side, no, I’m not talking about the food. We sat on the couch to talk for a little while and I’m not entirely sure what happened. All I know his, my lips found her and we came in for a magnificent kiss, one I will never forget. It was almost as exciting as sex itself. My hands found her body, her hands found mine. We teased each other, touching all the right places, caressing each other gently, both of us enjoying every sensation the other had to offer. I reached down and began to unbutton her blouse, slowly revealing those gorgeous breasts to my eyes. I took a quick gasp as I finally stared at her partial nudity. She reacted by pulling me in for another kiss. She straddled me and I reached behind her to grip her nice firm ass. It was far better than I could have ever imagined. To this day, I haven’t had my hands on a better one. I slid my hands up to the clasp on her bra and undid it. She pulled away from me and slowly slid it down, teasing me all the while. Her breasts finally came into view. If you could ever imagine perfect nipples and areolas, these were them. I couldn’t help myself, I dove in for a taste. I suckled on each one gently as she moaned, barely audible. She gave few soft moans, just above a whisper as I suckled her beautiful breasts and reached my hands down to squeeze that gorgeous ass again.
She took a quick glance at the clock. β€œOh shit, I have to go pick up my sister.” She jumped off of me and put her bra and top back on. β€œI’m really sorry but I have to go. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I reluctantly got up and went to the door. She gave me one last deep sensual kiss and then I went to my truck and drove off. My cock was throbbing so hard I jacked off driving home. No woman had driven so me crazy. I couldn’t stand it.
The next day I showed up to the studio a little early. We had planned on going over the routine a couple more times before it was time to perform. Ashley came in with a devilish smile on her face. She looked at me with those amazing eyes, captivating my attention and leaned in close to me. β€œI promise I’ll make it up to you,” she said. I just gave her a sly grin and we began to practice. I had picked out β€œRoxanne”, the version played in the movie β€œMouline Rouge” for the music to our exhibition. Everything was going smooth.
It was time to perform and everything went off without a hitch. I couldn’t find a single flaw in our performance and neither could anyone else. The other instructors that had been teaching for more than 10 years, some of them teaching over 20 years all came over and told us how impressed they were, one of them with obvious envy in his eyes as I had stolen one of his moves and performed it better than he ever had. Ashley was ecstatic. We enjoyed the party and danced with the students, everyone having lots of fun and the students always complimenting her and me on how well we had done. My ego was at an all time high.
After the part was over, Ashley approached me and asked me if I wanted to go out to a club. She informed me one of the other instructors was going and that a couple of her friends were going. I was dying for more time with her after what had happened the night before. There was no way I was saying no. I got in her car with her and we drove off, heading towards to club. Once we got there, we met up with everyone else and got in line for the club. She held my hand and held me close. I looked down at her and asked her if she was cold. She looked up at me and said, β€œNo, I just like having you close,” and then gave me a quick wink as we went in the door after paying the cover.
It was kind of a grungy club, a lot of people who I wouldn’t exactly favor hanging out with, seemed to be a lot of thugs and wanna be gangsters. That didn’t matter to me, I had Ashley with me and that was enough. We had a drink and began to dance the way you would in a club. She turned her back to me and grinded that gorgeous ass against my crotch. There were so many things I wanted to do to her right then. She was driving me absolutely crazy. There was no way she couldn’t feel my hard dick pressed against her firm ass. We enjoyed the night and the club began to close. β€œWell, are we taking this back to your place?” I said. β€œSorry, my mom has my son and I have to go pick him up. It won’t be long, I promise.” As distraught as I was at that moment, I couldn’t be little her for her situation. She had a shit bag ex-husband and there wasn’t much anyone could do about it.
She dropped me off at the studio where I got into my truck and drove home. I must have gotten off three times thinking about the way she danced with me and pressed her firm ass into me. The following Monday I came back into work and saw her there. We went on, business as usual since instructors weren’t allowed to date. At the closing of the day she came up to me and said she wanted to talk to me in the break room. We went back there and she told me that her husband was going to take her son for the weekend so she was going to have a couple friends over and wondered if I could come and make the drink specials that the restaurant I worked at offered. I accepted and asked her if I should plan on driving home. She tossed me a coy smile as she brushed her hair back and said that she could probably find me a spot for the night.
Friday came and went. By the evening, we were all ready to go home for the weekend, and I was hoping there was a lot in line for me this weekend. I went home to grab a quick bite to eat and to shower and change. I showed up at Ashley’s around 8 and when she meant a couple friends, she wasn’t being modest. There were three other people there other than her. I mixed a couple drinks and everyone mostly just talked and goofed off, just random stuff. One person had to go cause he had work in the morning, another girl called in soon after saying she had to go home. The third friend got sick soon after the second one left so we tended to her and left her on the couch to sleep it off. β€œWell, I guess the couch is taken,” I said. β€œWell, I guess you’ll have to sleep with me,” Ashley said. I could tell she was a little tipsy but didn’t think much of it.
She grabbed me by the hand and led me to her room. β€œTurn around,” she said, β€œI’m going to change.” I turned towards her bed and slipped my shoes and shirt off. I was hoping there wasn’t going to be a need for them. All of a sudden the lights went out and she came up behind me, wrapping her hands around me, gripping my well-toned chest and abs. She laid in bed and pulled me in with her. She immediately pulled me in for a kiss. I sure as hell wasn’t going to argue, not with the pent up feelings I had. My hands were roaming over her body, being sure to get another feel of her gorgeous tight yet tender ass. I pulled her closer to me, feeling her body pressed tightly against mine. Her hands went down to my pants and began to undo them. She fumbled with my belt buckle and managed to get it undone. She worked my pants down and off of me and then began to kiss down my chest and body, finally reaching my dick. She licked the length of it slowly, making me gasp at the sensation of her tongue on the underside of my cock. Her lips enveloped the tip and slowly took my whole length into her mouth. She swallowed me whole until the tip reached the back of her throat. She gagged a little and came up for air. β€œSorry, you’re only the second person I’ve ever been with,” she said. β€œTrust me, that’s not a problem,” I said as I smiled. She smiled back and gave her affirmation by swallowing my dick whole once again, taking it all the way into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down. The sensation was absolutely wonderful. I couldn’t believe she didn’t have more experience. β€œThat’s enough,” I said as I pulled her up to me to kiss her. I slid my tongue between her lips and started to move it across hers. She only responded with deep moans that put me on end. I slid my hands under her shirt to cup those wonderful breasts again. Her nipples were on point and I rolled my thumbs over them, making her moans even deeper.
I slid her shirt off, soon to be followed by the shorts she was wearing. I reached down between her legs and immediately felt how wet and hot her pussy was. It felt like she was on fire. She was radiating an amazing amount of her and juices, I’ve never felt a pussy this warm. I tried to slide two fingers into her and find she was too tight. This was crazy. After having a kid, could she really be that tight? I worked the one finger in and out of her enough to loosen her up, finally getting to fingers into her. She shuddered as the second finger into her. I rubbed my thumb across her clit and she immediately clamped down on my fingers and started to spasm. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to get my dick into that sweet pussy of hers. I removed my fingers from her and positioned myself over her. I tried pressing my dick into her but she was too tight. My dick just wouldn’t go in. I was dumbfounded, this had never happened. I went back to fingering her and loosened her up some more, finally being able to spread her pussy enough for three fingers.
I decided to try again and once again tried pushing my dick deep inside to tight warm wet pussy. To my surprise, it actually went in this time. It was by far the tightest pussy I’ve ever had my cock inside of in the 10 years I’ve been having sex. Amazing! I thought I might instantly cum. I just held my dick in her deep, enjoying the feeling. It was sensational. Her tight pussy seemed to clamp around my cock. I returned the favor by clamping my lips around one of her nipples as I began to slide my dick in and out of her slowly. She moaned with each stroke, seeming to enjoy every moment of it. With every second stroke I pressed in as hard as I could, being sure I got as deep as I could, savoring every moment. I started to get into a good rhythm, getting a little faster and a little deeper with every thrust. β€œI didn’t know this could feel this good,” she said.
She grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled both of us over, putting her on top. She stood straight up and began to rock her hips back and forth. I reached behind her and took hold of her firm sexy ass once again. It was flawless, not a dimple, not a crease, not a stretch mark, it was absolutely perfect. I took a tight grip of it and helped her move against my body, driving my cock into every corner of her warm wet pussy. She rocked back and forth against me, occasionally lifting herself off of me and then driving herself back down. The intensity I was feeling wasn’t going to make me last long.
I grabbed hold of her hips and held her down on me one last time as I let go a torrent of cum deep into her. I pumped several loads of cum deep into her pussy. I lost count of how many. I was so spent, it felt like I came five times in a row. People say men can’t have multiple orgasms. In that moment, I confirmed that they can. It hit me wave after wave as her pussy clamped down onto my dick. It’s a feeling that I am sure can ever be duplicated. I don’t know what happened. I just know that the next morning I woke up with this gorgeous girl on top of me and my dick still buried deep inside of her. It would seem we both collapsed on each other and fell asleep. I wasn’t disappointed in the least.
Much to my disappointment, this would be the only account I would ever have with this girl. Many things happened over the transpiring months and we couldn’t stay together much to my dismay. I still think about her in a romantic context. I wish we could have made things happen.
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My daughter Kelly Part 3

My daughter Kelly Part 3
The end of Kelly part 2
What a feeling I know it had been a while since I had sex but nothing had ever felt as good her tight cunt had been the best I had ever had I had lost my will to her I was a perv so I thought I could have cried if it hadn’t been so good,,,
Kelly part 2
Thank god it’s Saturday I whispered to Kelly to go get a shower and get ready for breakfast I would have loved to stay in bed but looking at the clock I knew the younger ones would be up soon. I got out of bed and headed for the shower, Kelly muttered something about do we have to get out of bed, I said to her no we have to think of the others,
Kelly got up and strode off I knew she was in a mood, I had to leave it at that as Lilly and Tom burst in the squealed at me to get dressed so they could go shopping, I had promised to take them out for lunch, I climbed into the shower as they scurried out to get dressed.
As I dressed Kelly and Lisa walked into my room Lisa said shit I was hoping to catch you naked I called her a hussy and laughed at the look on her face, Lisa then said so you’ve had Kelly then? I smiled but said nothing, I asked Lisa is she was coming with us or are you going home, She replied I am definitely coming, I don’t know why but this worried me. I don’t why, she had always been mischievous and with a quirky sense of humour.
We went downstairs I left them in the lounge and went into the kitchen made breakfast they all came through when I shouted them. It was very quiet while we ate I sate drinking coffee while the kids cleared up.
Lilly came over to me jumped on my knee and asked when are we going, I said after I have had my coffee is that OK with you I asked she just smiled and gave me a cuddle.
After coffee I checked the house and shouted time to go I stood at the front door and they all pushed past me and ran to the car, Normally Kelly would jump into the front seat today however Lisa was next to me I made sure they were all strapped in and started to drive away, On the way we dropped Toms friend of making sure he got in his mother came to the door and waved us off. I was watching the traffic and ignoring what the kids were doing, when I came to a stop at traffic lights I glanced at Lilly she had hitched her skirt up I saw immediately she had no panties on she had her pussy on show she saw me looking and began to laugh, before I could say anything the car behind me tooted its horn to get me started, I pulled away and tried to calm down.
We arrived at the shopping centre without incident, I helped the little ones out the car and held there hands so was unable to say anything to Lisa, Both Lisa and Kelly kept smiling towards me, I knew something was going to happen.
Lilly and Tom wanted to go to the toy shops straight away so off we went, knowing I could let them explore a little without being on top of me this would give me a chance to have words with the 2 elder girls.
After the to youngest had gone to look round I grabbed Kelly and Lisa and made them sit down I turned to Lisa and said what’s the idea of no panties, she said it was a surprise, I said it was that alright she answered you have seen nothing yet, what do you mean I quizzed she looked at me and said β€œ you’ll have to wait and see I have done this loads of times with my dad”! I was intrigued by this statement and let it pass,
After a while Tom and Lilly came over and said they had decided what they wanted so I got up went with them to get there choices, I paid for them asking them to be put aside until we came back for them, as I didn’t want to cart them around.
We continued down the centre browsing in shop windows entering some stores, we entered a large dress store and the 3 girls decided they wanted to try some clothes on me not thinking said it would be ok, Lilly came back to me to try a couple of dresses I went to the changing rooms to get an assistant to take lilly in and help her, after a while she came bounding out with do you like daddy I said do you she replied yes ok get changed into the other one she jumped into the cubicle and I heard the assistant helping her to change the other 2 girls came with a few clothes to try on I saw them rush to the first cubical and then laughter burst out.
Kelly called me over as I stood in front of the cubicle she opened the door both her and Lisa stood there with identical outfits on a tight bodice with a push up bust arrangement and micro mini skirts to just below the crutch and high heel shoes they turned round round and bent forward revealing there assets I could have fallen over neither were wearing underwear bare skinny asses and a glimpse of pussy.
As I stood there jaw open a man walked by and said lucky sod nice view, The girls turned round smiled at him lifted the front of there skirts and said thank you he stood looking at them for a second and replied no thank you both.
He said sorry have to go he moved of quickly I saw him later with a woman in her early to mid 20s as we passed he said hi and continued with his partner, I thought about him for a while thinking I knew him from somewhere but in my highly charged state quickly forgot about him.
After traipsing round for a couple of hours without incident I decided it was time for a coffee I made my way to the concourse at the side of centre, I asked the girls to go for the drinks which they did they went with the 2 youngest as I sat there Lisa’s father Pete came up and sat down I told him they had gone for coffee he jumped up and made his way over to the kids and asked for a drink to be fetched over to.
He sat with me while the girls came back we exchanged small talk the kids brought the drinks over to us they had also fetched a pie for us they sat opposite to us in the open concourse I didn’t think anything of it until I noticed Lisa fidgeting as she lifted one foot up to the bench and her dress rode up flashing her pussy at all who wanted to see, she splayed her legs wide everything was open to view, she started to look round, I heard a couple of lads behind me snickering I looked round and was astounded to see not just the lads looking a few other people were including a couple of women one of which smiled and liked her lips,
as I started to get up to tell Lisa to put her feet down Pete took hold of my arm and as I looked at him he said sit and watch she knows exactly what she is doing, I sat without another sound and started looking round to see what people were doing some were trying to ignore her others were raking quick glances but most were looking directly at her a couple were actually leering and rubbing themselves through there trousers.
As I sat drinking my coffee Pete said she’s been taught well, Lisa started whispering to Kelly who shook her head Lisa said something again and nudged Kelly with her elbow, I sat and watched in amazement as Kelly pushed her skirt up opened her legs
and showed her pussy I sat there and watched while I became stiff I hadn’t had a boner for years as big all 8 inches were like a steel bar.
This lasted for about half an hour when I eventually decided to move away I beaconed for the kids to follow me Pete walked alongside me, I asked what he was doing here he replied β€œLisa rang me earlier and said you were taking them to town and she was going to flash she wanted to see how you would behave”, Did she and how did I behave I asked him Surprisingly well he said, I asked what the kids wanted to do now the little ones said they wanted the fun house, the elder 2 didn’t say anything Kelly grinned at me but said nothing Lisa walked over to her dad and semi whispered I could do with a good screw, I thought to myself so could I.
We made our way to the fun house as soon as we got in I ordered lunch and had a quick pint while stood at the bar with Pete I asked if he was driving he said no came in a taxi, bought him a drink and got myself a coffee, we found a booth Kelly got in one side Pete and Lisa got in the other I slide alongside Kelly, she snuggled up to me and whispered how hot she was, I didn’t know what to say just put my arm round her and gave her a squeeze.
The lunch arrived I asked Kelly and Lisa to find Tom and Lilly they rushed off a few moments later they came back and Lilly jumped up next to me, I picked her up and sat her the other side Tom Sat where Lilly had vacated the seat Lisa sat next to Pete and Kelly sat next to her. Lunch was eaten in a constant chatter I could remember little of what was said, After lunch and coffee the 2 younger ones disappeared again for an hour we sat and exchanged pleasantries, after a while the kids came back I said time to go, on the way out we collected our purchases, clothes and toys.
I drove home, helped the kids in with there parcels Pete Helped while the 4 children ran ahead opening the doors, Kelly ran through to the kitchen and made drinks for Pete and myself, as we got comfortable the 2 youngest wanted to call for their friends I said ok and they disappeared.
Pete broached the subject of when I was due to move homes I said next couple of weeks he said he could come and help me pack things up if I wanted I told him that everything was being done by the movers as part of the insurance and thanked him, He said we had better have a chat soon don’t you think I said yes but first things first I am getting Kelly on the pill and I suggest you do the same for Lisa, does your wife know what’s going on with the two of you, Oh yes she lead me into it Her whole family are into incest, This surprised me over the past two days I have been finding out many things are a surprise.
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NEW GIRL AT SCHOOL

This story is about two schoolgirls, but the action does not take place on the school premises. It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

The Island, Chapter 18

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

Chronicles of One Big Horny Family: Series 1; Cunnilingus Cousins, Part 2

Chronicles of One Big Horny Family: Series 1; Cunnilingus Cousins, Part 2
Disclaimer: This story contains minors in sexual situations, and is not meant to promote any elicit activities involving children. Thank you for your understanding.
Description: I continue to fool around with my cousin Helen, but we face the possibility of being caught. Despite this worry, we make plans to take these our incestuous urges further. Enjoy.
My cousin, Helen, and I were laying on our grandmother’s bed, naked from the waist down, and enjoying the orgasms we just gave each other. I had just given oral sex, for the first time, to her while she sat on my face, and had just given me my first hand-job with her panties. Although she was a little rough, it was awesome, but as we slowly came back to reality, the fear of getting caught sexually experimenting with my cousin became more and more intense. I wanted to just lay there and be happy, maybe even cuddle with my half naked cousin, if she’ll let me, but I knew we had to get dressed before we were caught by any of the six other people in the house. So we started putting on our clothes. I only had shorts to put on because I didn’t wear any underwear today as part of my plan to seduce, and because it is much more comfy this way. It might become a habit, going commando.
Helen was sniffing her panties that I just shot, probably the biggest load in the six months that I have been mastetbating. She lowered them away from her face, smiled, and slipped the cum soaked panties on.
“Hmm, I love the way your cum feels on my pussy.”
She put on her shorts, and join me on the bed. We went back to watching the horror movie Helen was watching before we started fooling around. I think she wanted to pretend that everything was normal and she didn’t just sat on her cousin’s face until she came, but I wanted to reminiscent in my first sexual encounter with a girl.
“That was amazing”, I said trying to push the subject.
“Yeah that was, I didn’t think facesitting could feel that great.”
“When I did it with Jack”, her little brother, “It was alright, I came that time, too, but I was just fooling around.”
“I got the idea from seeing my mom sit on one of Jack’s friend’s face.”
“I think he kept saying my mom had a sexy butt, and she decided to give him a closer look.”
“Wow, she did that to one of Jack’s friends?”
“Yeah, I think she’s a pedophile, she’s always going on about the dirty things she wants to do with all the boys she sees on the street.”
“Wow, I didn’t know that about your mom.”
“Oh, she says things about you too.”
“She does, like what?”
“She says she wants you to suck on her tits, a lot because she always sees you staring at her boobs.”
“Oh”, I said as I blushed.
“Anyway, when I did it with my brother, he didn’t do anything like you did.”
“That’s what made it so good, and I would love to do it again some time.”
“I don’t know where all that came from, Ii just came naturally, and I would love to do it again, but not right now because it smells like dinners almost done, I think it’s braised chicken, I hope Nan makes mashed potatoes with it.”
“Yeah, me too, I love her mashed potatoes.”
I just crossed me that we just went from talking about me giving her oral sex to food, and I laughed.
“What’s so funny”, Helen asked.
“I just thought how funny it was, how we went from me eating your pussy to eating dinner.”
“Oh, ha ha, that is funny.”
Twenty minutes later, my older sister, Mary, came and told us dinners done. We went downstairs to eat. It was delicious, my grandmother is a very good cook, and for some reason I am always horny after I eat.
Helen, and I were the first two to be done eating, and we were sitting in the living room while the others finished up in the dining room. We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and my horniness was getting the best of me. I came in closer to my sexy older cousin, snuggled up to her, and whispered in her ear, “Do you think I could give you a quick lick, I’m very horny right now.”
“Okay, but I’m not sitting on your face, I’m just going to stay seated, and slide my shorts off enough for you to get in there.”
“Okay”, I said, and I knelt down in front of her. She slid down her shorts, and I buried my face into her perfect pussy. The smell, and taste was just as awesome as before with her sweat mingling with her pussy juices, and a hint of my cum from her panties. I was a couple minutes into my pussy dessert when I heard Jack say, “Holy shit dude, what are you doing to my sister!?”
My heart skipped a beat. I took my head away fron Helen’s pussy, and leaned back until I was sitting on my feet, but I had no idea what to say. Luckily, Helen knew what to say, “I made David kiss my ‘wee-wee’ as you call it, and if tell anyone, I will make you kiss my asshole.”
Jack made a face of disgust, and said, “Alright, I don’t care”, but that still put a stop to my pussy licking. I must be becoming some sort of peverted because for some reason the idea of kissing my cousin’s asshole sounds really nice. I got off of my knees, and sat back down next to Helen. She leaned in next to me, and whispered I’m my ear, “Whew, that was close.”
“You know”, I whispered back, “I would love to lick your asshole, if you don’t think it’s too weird, I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“It’s okay, I kinda like the attention you give me when you do those things to me, even if there weird.”
“All the boys in my class think I’m fat, and ugly, and I’m so happy that you’re interested in me, even though your my cousin.”
“Well I don’t think you’re fat, or ugly, and I’m sure someone will see that you are beautiful.”
“Thank you, you really think so?”
“Of course, there are six billion people in the world, at least one of them has to like you.”
“Hm, I never thought of it like that before.”
“That’s what I tell myself all the time because I’m a little fat too, and none of girls in my class are interested in me.”
“Well”, Helen said, rubbing my thigh, “I like you, I’ve liked you ever since I became interested in men, I just never knew what you thought of me.”
“Do you want to go upstairs again, I’ll let you do what ever you want to do to me.”
Holy shit, how did I talk her Into doing this.
“Sure.”
Helen got up, and asked Nan, “Can David, and I go upstairs to finish the movie?”
“Sure, just behave.”
I follow Helen upstairs, but instead of going to Nan’s room she went to our away bedroom. The “away bedroom”, as we call it, is where we sleep at when we are spending the night at our grandmother’s. It is the only other room on the second floor besides the bathroom, and Nan’s room. It has 7 twin beds, and 4 burrows with spare sets of our school uniforms.
We went to my bed. It had dark blue Star wars sheets on it, and we were hoping it might cover up any fluids that may get in it. Helen laid on top of my bed, and asked, “So you really want to eat my ass out?”
I nodded, and she said, “Alright”, and rolled over to her hands, and knees, and stuck her ass in the air showing off her asshole and bent over pussy. I went, and started tonguing her asshole. It was better than I thought it would be, but not better than pussy, which I went down there and ran my tongue along her slit every once in a while. I probed her bumhole with my tongue until I had to come up for air, but then I was overwhelmed with the urge to finger her asshole, and her response was a yelp as her rectum tightened around my finger. I pulled my finger out of her, and I said, “Sorry.”
“That’s okay, it didn’t hurt, it just felt weird.”
“Good, but I done for now.”
“Okay”, she said, and she rolled over, and sat up. I still can’t believe my cousin is half naked on my bed.
“Did you even stick anything up your butt, before?”
Embarrassed that she asked I said, “Yeah, kinda.”
“Wow, like what?”
“Um … well you know like a pen, or the end of a toothbrush.”
“I’ve tried a pen, you ever tried anything bigger, I’m always afraid it’ll hurt.”
“Ah, let’s see, oh, you know those roll-on deodorants, there about 4 inches long, and about an inch maybe a little bit bigger in diameter.”
“It hurt a lot at first, and I had to pull it out right away, but after that it went in easy with little pain.”
“I got all of it in, and I actually kept it in overnight while I slept, and pulled it out in the morning.”
“Wow, I never thought about doing that, were you afraid that you would lose it up there like in that Scrubs episode where these people each put a weird object up there ass, and needed to go to the hospital to get it out.”
“Yeah, that was the first thing I thought of when it slipped all the way in, but it was big enough for me to feel where it was to reach
in, and pull it out.”
“Of course, I’m not that flexible enough, nor can I actually get my hand up my ass so I had to poop it out a little bit, and then grab it.”
“Wow, all this talk about putting things up your ass is making me horny”, and she reached down, and started rubbing her pussy around her clit.
“Do you think you would let me watch you put something up your ass, or even let put my dick up there”, I asked.
“Wow, did you get that idea from porn?”
I blushed, and I said, “Yeah, I found a magazine under my parents’ bed, and it had pictures of girls shoving huge fake dicks in their asses.”
Remembering my parents’ dirty magazine started making me play with my dick
“Hm, well, maybe I’ll try it.”
“You remember what Aunt Jess said about getting a discount on baby lotion for working for Johnson & Johnson, and that she buys a lot of lotion just for butt fucking, I think I might want to use some baby lotion, she said she would get me some of I ever wanted to try anal, she says getting your ass pounded is the best thing ever.”
“Okay, I’ll wait until you get some lotion, I never used lotion, I wonder if that’s why it hurt so much, I did kinda bled a little too when I put the deodorant up there.”
“Yeah, lets wait until I get lotion, I don’t to be bleeding from my ass.”
“So what do you want to do now”, Helen asked.
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
“Is it alright if I jerk you off again, but not sit on your face, I want to get a better angle.”
“Sure”, and I slipped off my shorts revealing my semi-hard cock. I spread my leg, and said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
She didn’t need an invitation. She was already on the bed between my legs before I could finish my sentence. She knelt down, and sat on her legs, and started fondling my boyhood. She was very interested in the few random pubic hairs I was growing, probably because she never seen any on Jack during their family bath time. Then she moved on to my testicles.
“Wow, your balls are so much bigger than Jack’s”, she said cupping them in her hand which was barely big enough to contain them. Her virgin behavior completed my hard-on. Even though she has seen a dick before, the fact that she is so fascinated by how different two cocks is just too cute.
“So what do you think I should use for your cum, I was thinking my bra.”
“I loved the feeling of cum in my panties, and when it dried, it really started tickling my pussy, I couldn’t stop touching myself at the dinner table.”
“I would love to feel your cum dry on my boobs, and tickle my nipples, but if you want me to use my panties again, that’s alright too.”
“No, your bra is perfect, I ah … kinda would love to see your boobs.”
With a giggle, and without any hesitation she took off her shirt. Her boobs aren’t really that big only about a 28BB, but for a first time seeing a girl in only her bra on, which won’t be on for long either, it was great. She was wearing a purple padded bra with blue polka-dots
“This is my favorite bra, it’s so soft, I love the way it feels on my boobs”, she said as she unhooked her bra, and revealed to me for the first time a woman’s breasts. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe that my cousin was naked on my bed. I was mesmerized by her two-inch wide discs of nipples on each of her to breasts. I always thought a woman’s nipples were smaller. It wasn’t until Helen placed the cup of bra, still warm from her body, over my cock, and started rubbing the sensitive tip that I snapped out of it.
“Wow, that is soft, and your boobs are really nice.”
“Thanks.”
She gave my cock-head a few more buffs with her bra, sending this intense tingling sensation dock my dick. Then, she grasped my shaft with her bra cup forcing it to conform to a shape it designed for, and started pumping my dick vigorously. I arched my back in pleasure. I had never felt anything like this before in all the times that I’ve masturbated. I guess it is just better when a girl does it for you. Helen, then, took the other cup of her bra and started cupping my balls in it, and caressing them. The sensation was spectacular, and the result was immediate. With a little scream, I started cumming hard, right into her one bra cup.
“Holy shit, that was amazing”, I said dazed from the intense orgasm. Helen looked at what I did to her bra, and said, “hmm, I can’t wait to put this on, do you mind if I take the sight of my boobs away from you?”
“It’s okay.”
I really didn’t care at that point, I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. Helen took the two cups of her bra, and pressed the insides together, distributing the fresh cum between them. Then, careful not to drop any of her reward, she slipped the cum slathered bra over her teenage tits.
“Oh, that feels good.”
“I don’t know why I like cum so much, all the girls in my class who have had sex say that cum is all sticky, and gross, but I love the stickiness, and the gooeyness.”
“Well, I think it is kinda sexy how you love cum, and if you want, I could cum directly onto you.”
“That does sound nice”, she said drifting into thought about being cummed on, “But I kinda like how it feels when it dries on my clothes, it tickles my pussy, and clit, and I hope it does the same for my tits.”
“Helen, I’m here”, Aunt Debbie yelled up, and we can hear her walking up the stairs.
“Shit”, we both exclaimed, and we scrambled to get our clothes on. I only had to get my shorts on, but Helen was only wearing a bra. By the time I had my shorts on, Helen only managed to find her shirt, and put it on, but she couldn’t find her panties, or her shorts. Bang, bang, bang. My heart jumped into my throat. Time had seemed to slow to a stop. Here I was alone with my half naked cousin, and her mother is about to walk in on us. I felt like I could have died. At the last second before Aunt Debbie walked through the door, Helen scurried under the covers to hide her nudity.
“Come on, Dear, we have to get going”, Aunt Debbie said as she entered with her boobs bouncing all over the place because she had already taken off her bra as part of her daily ritual when she gets to Nan’s house.
“Oh hey Dave, what are you two doing up here, all by yourselves?”
“Um, I was watching a movie and…”, I stopped in mid-sentence because I notice Helen’s shorts, and panties on the floor.
“And I was talking a nap because I got a headache from school”, Helen finished.
“Okay”, she said as if she wanted to call our bluff, but instead said, “Well you can rest when we get home, alright?”
“Sure, Mom, can you grab the movie from Nan’s room?”
“Sure”, and she left room. As soon as she was out the door, Helen rolled out of the bed, and I toss her her clothes.
“Whew, that was close”, Helen said. I didn’t say anything back. I must have been white as ghost. By the time Aunt Debbie returned, Helen was fully dressed, and went downstairs. We started saying our usual goodbyes when Aunt Debbie said, “Dave why don’t you give me a hug, and kiss this time instead of waving at me.”
I was surprised by her sudden interest to be close to me. I tentatively walked over to her. I went to give her a hug from the side, but she turned and came at me head, and boobs on. I blushed when u felt those soft mounds press against my chest. They felt incredible, and it was made better by the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I thought about getting a hug out of my Aunt Debbie just so I could feel her tits, but I’ve always been afraid of her. It was awesome to finally feel those magnificent juggs like this.
My bliss was interrupted by Aunt Debbie groping my butt. She kissed me on the cheek, and broke off the hug, leaving me stunned, and wondering what just happened. She, and my cousins went out the door, and Aunt Debbie gave me a mischievous grin before leaving. I was a little creeped out by what my aunt just did, but I was also a little turned on by the fact that my cousin just left with a load of my cum in both her bra, and panties.

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Community Service – Part One

BANG. BANG. BANG.
“Sharon, get your lazy ass out of bed,” Margo yelled between forceful knocks on the dorm room door. The fact she even had to go through this little charade agitated the young red head beyond words. There was no way in hell Sharon was still asleep, Margo was pounding loud enough to wake a corpse. The Blackberry in her back pocket started to vibrate, indicating a text message was received. Margo cursed very softly as she fished the phone out of her designer jeans.
sorry. sick. will do next month’s event. promise!!!
β€œYou’re a selfish coward,” Mar screamed at the door. She quickly spun around on the heels of her new Prada boots and stormed down the hall in a huff. The young coed was angry enough to punch out a decrepit old lady. No wonder she had run unopposed for the job of Sorority Philanthropy director. Wrangling a pack of rich, spoiled, self-absorbed prima-donnas was a task straight from hell.
Despite her sarcastic, tough jock attitude, Margo was always very caring. Giving up one Saturday of her month to help the less fortunate didn’t seem like the end of the world. She’d like to believe her adopted sisters felt the same way. Yet, the hallway of the college dormitory resembled a western town at high noon. One of the doors slowly started to creek open before suddenly slamming shut again.
β€œGood grief,” Margo thought to herself. β€œThey’ve learned the sound of my freaking footsteps.”
As she rounded the corner, Mar noticed a small group of girls waiting for the elevator. One of the ladies spotted Margo in the corner of her eye and hit the button again.
β€œHang on! Wait you guys,” Margo yelled, sprinting as fast as her muscular thighs could.
Remarkably, every other sorority girl had seemingly to gone deaf overnight. The flock of girls avoided eye contact and faked small talk, allowing the steel doors to nearly close in Margo’s face.
β€œWhen did I get the plague?” she grumbled to herself before kicking the elevator door.
Mar hurried down the stairs and shoved the side exit open, the chill morning air gushing in. The strong wind blew around her auburn hair as she raced across the campus green. Margo lowered her head and wished she had worn more than just the thin sorority hoodie.
She passed by a male student who twisted his neck around and looked her over. Margo paid it little notice. Four years of high school sports had given her broad shoulders and a round, thick ass. Men β€œsubtly” eyeballed her everywhere she went.
The attention was nice but it was one more reason she never liked doing community service alone. The school wouldn’t use a shuttle bus for less than five people and she’d need to walk through some rougher parts of Pittsburgh.
The gated entrance of her college was almost like the checkpoint to a United States embassy. Once Margo crossed past the fence she was in a completely different world. In a matter of a few blocks the entire environment transformed, the brownstone buildings giving way to barred windows on graffiti covered housing projects.
Margo quickened her pace as she crossed below the underpass, desperate not to attract the attention of a group of homeless people warming by an oil drum fire.
She turned left on to MLK Drive just as the wind picked up again. Margo her big doe eyes and pulled the directions out of her hoodie.
β€œ606? 909? You’re so useless Sharon.”
Mar would have liked proper printed out direction with a map. Sharon had just lazily wrote a number on to a torn scrap of paper, she didn’t even bother to put the street name. Margo kept flipping the paper over, completely unsure of if the numbers were intended to be 6’s or 9’s.
Margo mumbled to herself and crumbled up the paper, tossing it towards the nearest full dumpster. Looks like she’d have to check both buildings, not a big deal, but she was certainly going to chew Sharon out once she got back.
Margo inspected her surroundings as she climbed the stairs of 606 MLK Drive. Her gut told her this was the right building. It looked just like the kind of places she helped renovate for previous community service events- an evicted, rotting building complete with broken windows and spilled garbage.
The sound of voices inside filled her mind with a small relief, the project organizer must already be working. She knocked on the front door, a much more polite knock than in the dorms. She waited a moment before knocking again.
The voices inside started talking faster but she couldn’t make out actual sentences. While waiting, Margo pulled out a small pocket mirror and inspected her appearance. The winter weather had made her cheeks even rosier than usual. Even her small, upturned nose was now a pink shade, creating a cute, cartoon rabbit appearance.
The door slowly creaked open and Mar shoved the mirror in her purse. Out walked a muscular black man in a white tank top and a flat brim, red ball cap.
β€œHello, I’m Margo,” she said cheerfully. β€œI’m here to help with the community service.”
The young man just stared at her for a second before catching up to speed. β€œOh yeah, cool. Names D’Marcus,” he said with a quick handshake. β€œWe’re in the last room on the left. Glad you made it,” he stated while holding the door open for her.
Margo smiled and headed down the hall. D’Marcus seemed rather surprised at first. It must have been because she showed up alone and they were expecting a lot of help. Make no mistake, Margo was going to be writing her sisters up. They had just made her and the entire sorority look bad.
When everyone is short on their required hours they better not…
The thought ended abruptly as she entered the room. There was a heavy, hazy smoke and it reeked from marijuana. Rap music blared from a crappy, old stereo. Four other young black men relaxed on beat up old sofas, all wearing various red items. On the table sat an open switch blade, bricks of cocaine, and a heavy, black handgun.
Without a word Margo spun around to bolt out of the room, colliding with D’Marcus. He wrapped his arms around her and heel kicked the apartment door closed.
β€œThis little bitch is named Margo,” he said through a wicked grin. β€œShe’s here to help y’all niggas with some community service.”
Margo’s heart raced as laughs and evil grins filled the room.
β€œDamn son, a fucking red haired bitch,” exclaimed a rather short thug. β€œI never got to jump a red head before.”
The word β€œjump” nearly destroyed her inside. Margo’s worst fears were coming true.
An obese gangster, rubbed at his crotch. β€œLook at that sweater. You know them sorority girls are all huge sluts.”
Margo was horrified. Could he actually think she’d like this? The lankiest of the men sat up to get a better look at her.
β€œShit man, never mind the sweater,” he explained. β€œLook at her skin color. All white girls are secret sluts.”
Margo open her mouth and words just started to pour out uncontrollably. β€œPlease don’t hurt me! I went to a wrong house. This was a mistake,” she cried. β€œI will go and won’t tell anyone what I saw. I promise! You can take my purse. Don’t hurt me.”
A very angry gangster, dressed in an old fashion suit and sunglasses, stood up and slapped her across the face.
β€œWe can? You ever think you can ever tell a black man what to do, you’re a worthless little honkey trick,” the suited man scolded with a still raised fist. β€œYou don’t even have the right to talk to us. Niggas, don’t give this white she-devil the satisfaction of a fuck. I say we give her a proper beat down and dump the body some where.”
Margo wasn’t sure if she was going to vomit, faint, or both. How could someone she had never met hate her so much? D’Marcus managed to keep her from rag-dolling to the floor, though he just wanted her standing so he could continue rubbing his crotch on her ass.
β€œGet off you’re fucking high horse man,” D’Marcus scolded. β€œEnjoy some white tail with us. You wanna leave this apartment alive, baby?”
β€œOh god yes. I will do whatever you want,” Mar explained as tear began to roll down her rosy cheeks. D’Marcus kissed her neck and groped her breasts. Margo closed her eyes and whimpered.
β€œWhat a smart little white slut,” D’Marcus cooed as he continued to leave hickeys on her neck. Without warning he let go and she fell to the floor with a thud. The lanky gangster pointed and let out an obnoxious laugh.
β€œStrip to your fucking panties, NOW!” D’Marcus ordered.
Grunting, Margo made it to her feet. She reached for her sweatshirt and then stopped. Her mind was having a war with itself. Mar knew she had to do what they said. Her life depended on it. Still, another part of her was screaming no. Doing this would change her forever. She’d be broken inside. Looking up, she saw all the gazing eyes and lecherous smiles. Never before had she felt so violated. Why didn’t…
Hurry the fuck up you lazy cracker,” the suited man snarled through clenched teeth. β€œ You don’t want to see me pissed off.”
Margo didn’t see how the dark skinned man could get any angrier than he already was, but she wasn’t about to test the theory. In a blink of an eye her sorority sweater was on the ground. She fumbled with the buttons on the Abercrombie dress shirt, biting her lip to keep from crying. The open shirt slid down her back, sending a shiver along with it. The thugs jeered and laughed at the new sight: two full, curvaceous, pale breasts hidden behind a lacy deep blue bra.
β€œWhat a fucking sight,” proclaimed the littlest thug. β€œA red haired bitch in a blue bra. It even gotta cute little bow in the middle.”
The bow. Her heart skipped the beat, a terrifying revelation dawning. Mar dressed this morning half a sleep, rushing to not be late. She didn’t even remember what she choose, but she always matched. The blue bow bra could only mean…
β€œWake up white gurl,” the fat man said while snapping his fingers. β€œGet them jeans off.”
Margo felt light headed again as the room swirled. β€œPlease, I have credit cards. Three of them! I’ll give you the pin!” she blabbered.
β€œWe can have the cards if you’re alive or not.” The angriest member stated as he cracked his knuckles.
Margo practically jumped out of her Prada boots. Her trembling hands struggled to undo the belt. Her eyes closed in fear as the skin tight jeans peeled to the ground, dreading what was coming next. Please, please, please have worn something else. Why did she even buy those panties? Her parents were right to have scolded her. Why didn’t she listen?
There was no hooting or hollering like when she took off her shirt. There was just a hushed silence that slowly filled a room, a group revelation that confirmed her worst fear. Peering through half shut eyes, Margo saw slacked jaws on all of the thugs. Even the man wearing shades looked pleasantly surprised.
β€œShit son,” the lankiest criminal exclaimed through a Cheshire cat grin. He shook his heads in disbelief, taking a moment to find the right words. β€œThis slut came gift wrapped,” he yelled before breaking into a full chest laugh.
The others quickly joined in, their voices more rowdy and spiteful than before. Margo could only lower her head and sob. The man was telling the truth. The only thing hiding her sex was a dainty, lace covered, blue g-string. The back of the lingerie was just two slithers of fabric forming a t shape, with an actual blue birthday present bow sewed to the center.
The young redhead couldn’t even bare to look at the thugs expressions. She kept her eyes glued to the dirty apartment floor and slowly moved her hands behind her back, a futile attempt cover her very exposed ass.
β€œTurn around and stick that ass out,” D’Marcus ordered with a finger twirling motion. Margo quickly complied, meekly spinning around, her legs as soft as noodles. Her ass shook a little, but only from fear.
The angriest thugs open palm connected right on the center of Margo’s behind. She leaped and let out a startled, high pitch squeal that pleased the gangsters.
β€œI know you white bitches have gold fish brains, but this is unacceptable,” belittled the suited man. β€œMy nigga just told you stick that pale ass out.”
Margo quickly arched her back, her ass poking out towards the approaching gangsters. The flow of tears down her face steadied as everyone closed in. The shaded man continued to squeeze and grope it.
β€œGod damn, I’ve never seen a white bitch with so much booty,” he exclaimed mid inspection. β€œWho said you were allowed this cracker?”
Margo’s lips were moving before her brain even registered the question. β€œWell…uh…I…uh…mostly.. m…my genetics. I do…um..s-s-sports… ran track….swam….crew t-t-teaam,” her sentence ended in another high pitch squeal as a different hand struck her left cheek. It was the short man, smiling from ear to ear.
β€œTypical white bitch. Thinks she can have anything she wants,” the lanky thug commented as he massaged her breasts. β€œThese titties are nice and firm gurl. Daddy buy you them?”
Margo tried to choke in another sob as invading hands explored every inch at her. β€œNo sir. My breasts are real,” she explained in a near whisper. Fattie shook his head, clearly not convinced.
β€œGoing have to see for myself,” the chubby thug stated as he ripped the bra off her body.
His surprise invasion startled Mar, she rose to her tip toes and shrieked again. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, the pink nipples freed from the restrictive bra, again pleasing the men.
β€œShit son, we haven’t even fucked this slut yet and she already shrieking,” the fat man said between licks of her left breast. Margo slightly shifted her body away from the thug’s invading tongue, but it just raised the right breast invitingly to the angrier thug.
β€œ All white cunts are like that,” the shaded thug explained as if he was an expert. β€œ These assholes think they’re untouchable and their shit don’t stank. Isn’t that true, baby?” he asked before biting on her right nipple.
Margo gasped, in pain and slight pleasure, from his bite. Her stomach turned again as her mind raced for an answer to the question. She could answer honestly and risk angering the thug by disagreeing. On the other hand, agreeing would supply him with more hateful lies. There was no right answer and the thug knew it.
β€œWhatever you say,” she pleaded as ten sets of hands tugged her around, treating the coed as if she was a rag doll. β€œPlease, I beg you, don’t kill me. I’m only twenty years old.”
D’Marcus scoffed as he walked over to the stereo. β€œYou wanna live to see twenty one?” he threatened while turning the volume up. β€œShake that pudgy, pale ass.”
The gang members collapsed onto nearby the sofas and chairs as a bass line poured out of the speakers. They all sat their laughing and passing a blunt. It was in that moment Margo truly understood the situation. These men were monsters. They didn’t see her as another human being, but just a fun, little distraction. She was meat to starving animals and they wouldn’t think twice about putting a bullet in her head. If she wanted to make it out of this room alive, she’d have to be everything they wanted.
Margo was a survivor. She’d give them everything they could imagine and more. They’d never know what hit them.
Mar wiped a tear from her eye and started to wiggle her full ass to the pulsating beat.
Time for some real community service.

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Helping out(opportunity knocks)

A story I just wrote over the last two days(yay, first story I’ve written in a year now) anyways this is actually my first jsut straight up human on human and no gay or bi stuff. The sex isn’t till later in it so if yo uare not wantign to enjoy a build up to that then skip ahead. Anyways I tried to write thsi as best I could, I tend to not alwasy get my ideas out how I want, also did my best to make sure it wasn’t full of grmmar issues. That’s all I’ve got to say about it, anyways hope you all enjoy and of course rememebr you can’t read this unless you’re legally allowed(also, couldn’t think of a better title, sorry)

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I dialed the number…I knew it by heart I barely had to think.
β€œI’ll be there soon,” He said as he hung up the phone.
I would call and we both knew why.
15 minutes I had to wait patiently for him. Just 15 minutes…
I sat down on the couch and watched the clock, the time was going so slow, already wet in anticipation.
He didn’t knock; he didn’t feel the need anymore.
I got up and kissed him immediately, as he slipped his shoes and socks off at the doorway.
I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off throwing in on the couch.
He grabbed and started massaging me through my shirt while directing us towards my room.
It wasn’t a split second later and my shirt was over my head and tossed aside.
I frantically grabbed at his jean unbuttoning them as quickly as possible.
I bent down with the pants kissing the already hard tip of his dick.
He step out of the pants and there they lay on the hallway floor.
He grabbed my pants and underwear in one quick motion pulled them down as he guided me onto the bed.
Our kisses got wilder every time more skin was shown.
I had to catch the breath that left me as I hit the bed. I loved that feeling.
He tore at my bra and threw it aside.
He kissed my mouth one last time, then down my neck, and then on to my bare breast.
I squirmed as he took both my breasts in his hands and start kissing my already hard nipples.
He love teasing them, I can’t say I minded.
He bit down and I moan in pure excitement.
He was already hard and there were no need for this foreplay anymore so I climbed on top.
I pushed him on his back and climbed on top of his dick and rammed myself down again and again.
As I started to slow my pace he rolled us over not missing a beat.
He was still playing with my chest. I rocked underneath him, causing him to bite again, this time it hurt, but it just excited me more.
I continued to rock underneath him.
I had been waiting all day for this moment of release and that’s all it was a release.
He started pounding away pulling my legs up on his shoulders.
I screamed from the mixture of the pleasure and pain.
He stopped. with a devilish look in his eye. What a tease.
I begged him for more. I was addicted. I knew he was too.
It wasn’t long before I came.
My spasms caused him to cum deep inside me. I moaned with each squirt he put inside me.
We didn’t move a muscle until his limp dick worked its way out of my pussy.
I got up and threw a towel at him while buttoning up my pants.
I grabbed my bra and walked out to go find my shirt.
He followed suit not long after.
We went outside to smoke, and then he walked home.
Not a word was said.
Okay so I know this story is way short but to be honest I’ve tried to make it longer but it never sounded right. Plus it’s just not the way it worked with this particular guy or situation. so I’m repeating it below because the website a minimum word limit.
I dialed the number…I knew it by heart I barely had to think.
β€œI’ll be there soon,” He said as he hung up the phone.
I would call and we both knew why.
15 minutes I had to wait patiently for him. Just 15 minutes…
I sat down on the couch and watched the clock, the time was going so slow, already wet in anticipation.
He didn’t knock; he didn’t feel the need anymore.
I got up and kissed him immediately, as he slipped his shoes and socks off at the doorway.
I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off throwing in on the couch.
He grabbed and started massaging me through my shirt while directing us towards my room.
It wasn’t a split second later and my shirt was over my head and tossed aside.
I frantically grabbed at his jean unbuttoning them as quickly as possible.
I bent down with the pants kissing the already hard tip of his dick.
He step out of the pants and there they lay on the hallway floor.
He grabbed my pants and underwear in one quick motion pulled them down as he guided me onto the bed.
Our kisses got wilder every time more skin was shown.
I had to catch the breath that left me as I hit the bed. I loved that feeling.
He tore at my bra and threw it aside.
He kissed my mouth one last time, then down my neck, and then on to my bare breast.
I squirmed as he took both my breasts in his hands and start kissing my already hard nipples.
He love teasing them, I can’t say I minded.
He bit down and I moan in pure excitement.
He was already hard and there were no need for this foreplay anymore so I climbed on top.
I pushed him on his back and climbed on top of his dick and rammed myself down again and again.
As I started to slow my pace he rolled us over not missing a beat.
He was still playing with my chest. I rocked underneath him, causing him to bite again, this time it hurt, but it just excited me more.
I continued to rock underneath him.
I had been waiting all day for this moment of release and that’s all it was a release.
He started pounding away pulling my legs up on his shoulders.
I screamed from the mixture of the pleasure and pain.
He stopped. with a devilish look in his eye. What a tease.
I begged him for more. I was addicted. I knew he was too.
It wasn’t long before I came.
My spasms caused him to cum deep inside me. I moaned with each squirt he put inside me.
We didn’t move a muscle until his limp dick worked its way out of my pussy.
I got up and threw a towel at him while buttoning up my pants.
I grabbed my bra and walked out to go find my shirt.
He followed suit not long after.
We went outside to smoke, and then he walked home.
Not a word was said.

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Bitch Tales

Bitch Tales,
By Puppy Foxy
Chapter One
I woke up to a stabbing pain in my head, my mouth so dry and throat sore as well. Looking about, frightened, not knowing where I was, all I saw were padded grey walls, a dim light above me on the ceiling, too far to reach. That is, even if I could stand up, this did not happen when I attempted to. In horror, I saw that my designer jeans wew were gone, as was my baby doll tee shirt, all that I was now wearing was my violet push up bra, with the matching lacy thong.
Binding my ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows were padded shackles, the ones at my knees and elbows connected by an odd padded bar which kept my arms and legs spread apart. The best that I could manage was to rise to all fours, crawling about pitifully like some sort of hairless animal. Oh my God! The last I remembered was going to the women’s toilet at the local mall, while my friends waited outside with our food, then while I was reapplying my lip-gloss, a sharp pinch in my shoulder, then darkness…
I panicked, thrashing, calling out frantically for help, but no one came to my cries. I pulled at the shackles, but could not slip free at all, nor break them. With my hands and feet separated so, I could get no advantage or purchase to work at them, either. I had no idea if this were some sort of jail, mental hospital, or what…
I crawled about my new cell, exploring, finding only two things of note: a slight seam of a door and a metal bowl of water bolted to the floor. I tried to lift some of the water to my parched mouth with my hands, but could not, in the end; I lapped from it, eagerly, wondering somewhat at the odd slightly flowery taste. Not too long after, I felt a bit strange, my body tingly and warm, but calmer in some ways…
Some time passed, and then the seamed door slid open, revealing a tall blonde woman, clad in black leather pants and a leather corset. Her eyes were a cold blue, devoid of any compassion or friendliness. At her belt was a riding crop; in her hands was a metal leash, which she clipped the end of to the black leather collar that she fastened tightly around my neck. Ominously, I heard the collar lock in place. Before I could do more than squirm slightly, the woman spoke…
β€œSo little Puppy, welcome to the first day of your new Life. I am your Mistress, you will obey anything I command you, yes?” So inquired the fearsome woman, who was tall and lithely muscled, and a full foot taller than my four foot eleven inches tall. Who the hells was this woman, and why was she treating me so? Where was I? Why was she calling me Puppy?
I wanted to contradict her, to argue, to demand she release me at once, but I could not make the words come out, all that came out was a nod, agreeing to obey, feeling Compelled, really. This was not enough, though; Mistress swatted my bared bum with the crop, stinging painfully. β€œYou will address me as Mistress, Puppy”
β€œYesβ€”Yes Mistress,” I stammered in fright. β€œBut my name is not Puppy, it’s Anna…”
Again, Mistress smacked me with the stinging crop, a bit harder this time, laughing as she did. β€œThat life is over now, Puppy, you are no longer Anna, no longer a girl. You will not speak with your girl voice unless I Command is that clear?”
I inwardly struggled, but in the end Obeyed, feeling to Obey Mistress was the only thing to do. β€œYes Mistress”, I answered meekly, trembling. What was wrong with me, that I could not fight back?
Mistress examined me, smiling a bit cruelly. β€œFrom now on, Puppy, with your red hair, I will call you Foxy. What is your new name, Puppy?”
Again I struggled, but after some minutes and swats from the riding crop answered, β€œMy name is Foxy, Mistress” Now she was stealing even my name, and forcing me to agree to it! I wanted to ask her why she was doing this to me, and why I could not do or say anything other than what she Commanded. I felt bad when I tried to resist, my head ached and my stomach lurched; when I Obeyed Mistress, I felt better.
β€œGood girl!” Mistress praised, as She petted my head. Oddly, I felt warm and reassured at Her petting, as She led me from my cell, into a larger room.
This room had a large wooden rack with different objects, as Mistress began the rudiments of teaching me to Obey Her leash commands. I was taught to Sit, no longer as a girl would, but on my fours, with hands in front of me, and bum on the floor. Next was Heeling, following just behind Mistress on the leash, keeping the proper distance. Last and most sinister was to Present, with my head down and my bum raised. Each time that I Presented, Mistress lightly caressed my nethers through my panties.
Never before in my sixteen years had anyone touched me so, except myself a little perhaps. With the shackles and bar keeping my legs parted, I had no way to keep her from touching me so. Struggling brought stinging smacks from Mistress’ crop, Obeying got me petted more. Several times Mistress led me to more of the water, each time I drank things felt fuzzier, my body and mind odd, as if Mistress controlled me more and more.
After perhaps an hour had passed, Mistress attached my leash to a post near an odd slanted bench. β€œPresent!” Mistress commanded, and I did so, head lowered meekly, bum raised up. From the side I saw Mistress walk about me, picking up a pair of very sharp looking scissors. With two swift snips, she cut my bra and panties from me, leaving me nude and exposed, vulnerable.
β€œMuch better, Puppies have no need for girl clothes, do they Foxy?”
β€œNo Mistress, I do not,” I answered timidly, wondering what horrors she might have in store for me. I was not to wait too long, as Mistress went behind me, coating my exposed vagina with something cold and foamy.
β€œKeep very still, Foxy, my razor is very sharp, and I would not want to nick your little bitchy cunt while I make it all nice and bare, would I?”
β€œNo Mistress, You would not, β€œI stammered meekly. I felt the pressure of the cold straight razor as Mistress removed every bit of hair from my… cunt, as it now was, I realized fearfully. Mistress in fact spelled out the new status to me then. β€œThis, Foxy,” pointing to Her own crotch, β€œis Mistress’ Pussy. Puppies do not have a Pussy, though, but just a cunt. Do you understand, Foxy?” Mistress ran Her gloved fingers over my cunt, teasing the nub of my clitty, showing me how sensitive it was. I felt so exposed and helpless, with this strange woman completely in charge of me.
β€œYes Mistress,” I agreed, realizing just how low my status was now, as Mistress continued. It was becoming harder and harder to even think of resisting, or displeasing Mistress, as I continued to be Trained.
Mistress now pulled me over the strange bench, fastening my wrists and ankle shackles to rungs on the floor, wide apart. The bench came up to just below my small A cup breasts, leaving them hanging over, nipples hard in the slight chill of the room. I could raise my head up slightly, from its lowered position towards the floor, the bench moved back and forth if I moved my torso some.
β€œYou will now feel a couple of slight pinches, Foxy,” Mistress told me, as She walked about me. I nearly screamed as I felt a needle poke into the now exposed lips of my cunt, injecting some liquid into my most intimate place, now being claimed by Mistress. Then with a different syringe, Mistress injected me in each breast, just under the nipple. β€œThis will be your new daily medicine, Foxy, until you’re fully a good little bitch.” With that, Mistress walked out of the Training Room, leaving the medicine to begin its work…
Chapter Two
After about thirty minutes of helplessly watching time go by on the wall clock, I began to feel… different. My cunt felt on fire, so hot, my clitty swollen and engorged. My nipples were likewise swollen, aching, wanting to be pinched, sucked. My breath came in pants; tongue out even, as I tried unsuccessfully to rub either cunt or nipples against the strange bench, getting ever more aroused, and frustrated. Finally, I near whimpered in relief as I heard Mistress come back in, her boots clicking against the stone floor.
β€œWhy Foxy, my new little bitch, you seem to be in heat!” Mistress said merrily, then laughed, picking up a vial of something and began brushing it against my swollen cunt lips and nipples. Needily and wanting I tried to rub against the brush, to no avail, Mistress merely teased me with it, as an odd musky smell rose to my nose from my cunt and breasts. β€œAnd now you smell like a bitch in heat too, Foxy, though in time you will smell like this on your own, without help…” Saying that, to my horror and shame with a bit of forbidden excitement, Mistress pressed a button on a remote by the tool rack, and a door opened, with a little breeze of cold air.
In trotted a medium sized black dog, a Labrador, I thought, as he walked up, lapping at Mistress’ Hand. β€œThis is Felix, Foxy, one of your Trainers this evening.” Mistress patted my ass, and Felix began to sniff and snuffle me all over, cold nose probing, especially at my soaked cunt and swollen nipples! I could not believe that this awful woman was having a dog do this to me. My mind was utterly revolted, but my body seemed to enjoy Felix’ nose and tongue on me!
I trembled in primitive fright, mixed with some shamed desire, moaning and whimpering, β€œOh god no, Mistress, please, please no…” I begged, but even though I begged on the one hand, my body betrayed me as the long rough tongue of Felix began to lap at and between my new Puppy cunt lips. Confused yet so aroused and needy, I alternated from trying to scoot away from Felix’ enthusiastic lapping to trying to push at his hot mouth and spread more for him. Soon I felt as if my body might explode, but Mistress called Felix away, leading him in front of me.
β€œOh no, not yet, my heated Foxy, you have to Earn that, to beg for it.” Mistress moved Felix so that he was sideways to me, and reached under him, showing me a furry sheath. To my shame, I saw a red tip protruding out of it. β€œSuck on this now, Puppy Foxy, to thank him for lapping you so nicely”
Against my will, struggling, still I opened my mouth, moving my head so that the Dog Cock entered my before now virgin mouth. As I sucked Felix, more and more of his Cock came out, dripping into my Puppy mouth. Mistress pushed him deeper; soon I had to breathe through my nose so as not to choke as more and more the Dog Cock engorged in my mouth, dripping more and more. Soon I was shocked as instead of merely dripping it began to spurt against the back of my throat, filling my mouth with an odd metallic taste.
Mistress laughed with delight as I gulped and swallowed Felix’ Dog Cum, servicing him like a good little Puppy bitch. When he began to subside, she led him away outside, leaving me still tormented in Heat…
Chapter Three
Mistress came back a few minutes later, leading in a gigantic tan dog, an English Mastiff. β€œThis is Arthur, Foxy, and he is your last Trainer tonight and maybe more…” She walked around me, unfastening all of my shackles except my collar, unclipping the leash from it,. β€œNow is your Test, Puppy Foxy. You are free to go out the door to the Outside, if you want, it’s unlocked…”
For a moment, I looked out at the darkened yard, the trees beyond, but already my Anna life seemed dreamy, someone else’s. Then I looked at the Mastiff Arthur, some one hundred and eighty pounds of powerful muscles. I could see his wet nose quiver at my Puppy bitch scent, glancing down showed a huge tip just beginning to protrude from his sheath. My mind screamed at me to crawl away, to get up and run, but the burning fire between my legs demanded otherwise.
Conflicted, I stood up on my cramped legs, walking slowly towards the door. I listened, waiting for Mistress to do something to stop me, but she did not move, apparently content to wait and watch me. My heart was pounding, and I started to run for the nearby trees that I could see.
I did not get far though, I was about halfway across the wet grass when I heard Mistress say the words: β€œArthur, Take!” and She unhooked the leash, letting Arthur loose to pursue me. With a couple of powerful strides, he reached me, nipping my bum and forcing me to the ground.
Crying, I tried to stand back up, but Arthur was having none of that, he growled and pushed me back down with his huge head. β€œGod no, Arthur, leave me be, stop it!” I begged, but this just seemed to excite him more, hearing the fear in my voice.
The tan Mastiff sniffed and licked at me all over, growling slightly when he scented the other dog on me. Each time I tried to stand up or push him away Arthur either ignored me, or growled, making me obey with pushes from his head or jumping at me to knock me back down. I felt helpless as I lay on the wet ground, gasping as the horrid dog pushed his head between my legs, forcing them open, snuffling at my Puppy cunt.
I cried with self-loathing as I felt my body respond to the long rough tongue lapping at me, making me moan with tormented desire. I writhed under the slobbery licking, my own breath gasping in pants like Arthur’s, as the Heat burned in me. It was as if someone else rolled me over to my fours, arching my back with my legs spread, Presenting as Mistress had trained me to. Human thoughts and morals were vague now, I was a new little Puppy bitch, and the powerful alpha male Dog wanted me, and was going to have me.
Then I squealed as I felt his huge paws wrap around my waist, and the point of him poked at my ass, my wet swollen cunt lips, and then Arthur was innnnn!
God, the pain, as I felt something in my Puppy cunt tear from the thrusting assault of Arthur, slamming me so hard. Virgin blood and my own juices and the start of his drip mixed and ran a bit down my leg as he fucked me harder and deeper, making me yelp and whimper with each push from him. Nine then ten inches and more of Dog Cock went into my Puppy cunt, swelling and deeper with each merciless thrust Arthur gave. I felt something large try to push inside of my cunt lips, instinctively I tried to shy away, but Arthur bit my neck, holding my neck as he pushed it in, forcing his Knot into my poor spread Puppy cunt.
β€œNow he has Knotted you, Foxy, you are His bitch now,” Mistress told me in satisfaction. As I screamed and gasped with my cunt walls contracting around my new Master’s Knot, Mistress continued. β€œNow he breeds you, to try and give you his puppies. Though he will share you with the rest of my Kennel, or others, you are Arthur’s Puppy bitch now, understood?” I felt soooo stretched, so filled, as Arthur’s Knot grew larger and larger within my little Puppy cunt. He quivered many times, pulsing hot jets of his Dog Cum shooting deep within me, within my cervix and into my womb. Several times in between my raging orgasms I tried to move off Him, but I was firmly Knotted, my Puppy cunt stuck to Master Arthur.
I nodded weakly, as my poor cunt came repeatedly, Dog Cum filling it, as all faded from my vision…
Chapter Four
I awoke fully some time later, I think perhaps a week, as Mistress had seven times injected my medicine into my breasts and Puppy cunt. I was spared from being bred for unknown reasons, perhaps being given time to recover, I do not know. I only have vague memories of that week, of being taken outside to toilet train, being taught where to pee or poop, then pull dirt over it, as Puppies did not use toilets. At other times, Mistress Leash trained me more, making sure that wearing the collar and leash and Obeying her were second nature. Each time that I drank the water in my cell, or ate the gruel from my Puppy bowl, things got foggy again.
Today though I felt alert, and sat up, startled that instead of doing so as I used to, I simply did so on my fours, butt on the floor. I winced a bit as I did, my tailbone was sore and tender, for some reason. I examined my body as best I could, and gasped in some astonishment and horror!
My nipples were much darker than before, and swollen, and my breasts felt very tender. Very gently, I squeezed my left nipple, and a bit of warm fluid oozed out… milk! Whatever medicine I was being given must be doing this to me, making me lactate, and making my Puppy cunt even now feel in heat again, a slave to its lust.
In a panic, I crawled out the open cell door into the Training Room, looking around for anything that might help me. A tag swung from my Collar and jingled as I went, I paused for a moment to read it: β€œPuppy Foxy, property of Mistress Rebecca, Arthur’s bitch.” In anger and horror, I tried to remove my collar, but it was locked tightly about my neck, and I failed to miserably. It was then that I spotted a telephone mounted high on the wall, some six feet up, and tried to stand up to go over to it.
Somehow, my legs failed me, too weak to support me to anything but rising to my now callused knees. Still I tried to jump up and reach the phone, but could not get high enough to reach the wall. As I failed, I heard the clicking of Mistress’ boots on the floor behind me.
β€œOh, such a naughty puppy you are, Foxy, trying to use the phone to run away like a Girl would. I will have to Punish you in the morning, to make sure such thoughts are gone from your head. In the mean time, I think a night out in the Kennel will remind you of just who and what you are now.”
With that, Mistress clipped the leash to my collar, leading me out to the yard. β€œHeel Foxy!” She Commanded, and I obeyed at once, crawling properly after Her, wanting to argue and plead, but unable to speak to Mistress without Her speaking to me first. Across the yard, Mistress led me, to a large chain link Kennel containing some six Rottweilers, each with a spiked collar.
β€œThese are my off duty Guard Hounds, Foxy, six more roam the grounds of my Estate at all times, in case you should some time decide to try and run off? They have not had a bitch or Puppy in some weeks, I think that you will do just fine to please them, yes Foxy?” Mistress opened the Kennel door, and pushed me reluctantly within, then walked away inside, laughing cruelly.
At first, I tried to cower in the corner, hoping that they might not notice me, but soon the smell of six such large powerful males reached my nose, and triggered something within me. A few tears streamed down my cheeks as my breathing grew faster, my now aching nipples harder, and my Puppy cunt moistened with a powerful want, desire, Need even. Oh my god, even being near male dogs was bringing me into Heat again, my Puppy cunt driving away thoughts of fear, resistance, my old girl thoughts being banished to the back of my brain.
I crawled to the middle of the kennel, parting my legs, whining at the six Hounds. One by one they rose up, approaching me, beginning to sniff and examine the new bitch in their midst. I moaned and panted as their coarse tongues began to lick me, face, breasts, Puppy cunt too, tasting and claiming what was theirs that night. I sniffed and licked at the nearest in front of me, teasing his sheath, tasting the tip of his Dog Cock as it protruded out further and further. While I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, two of the other Hounds were lapping at my Puppy cunt and ass, soaking me in my juices and their slobber.
My legs parted more as I pushed back against their mouths, writhing in lust and pleasure. β€œOh yes Doggies, please fuck me,” I begged, and sure enough one of them began to, his big paws wrapping about my slim waist, his claws digging into me. I whined some as he scratched me, drawing a little blood but that was soon forgotten as the seeking pokes of his Dog Cock slid home, and his hips began to pump rapidly. He was quite large, maybe seven inches, though nowhere near the size of my Master Arthur, of course.
Unlike that first night, I began to fuck the Hound back, moving my slender ass with each of his thrusts. Soon my Puppy cunt stretched open as his Knot slid into me, and I cried out in delight as it pressed my swollen clitty from within. Bright colours exploded in front of my eyes as I came so hard, my Puppy cunt Cumming all over the Dog Cock within me.
After some minutes, the Hound withdrew from me with a loud plop as his Dog Cum and my own juices poured onto the straw floor beneath us. It was then that Mistress’ punishment became apparent, because as I went to lie down and recover a bit, the next Hound climbed up on my back and began to hump madly at me. The Heat that I was in kept me from protesting; my Puppy cunt wanted more and more and more. Hours must have passed during this Hound orgy, as each of them fucked me repeatedly. Two of them accidentally found my ass and fucked me there; I was beyond caring at that point. The few minutes when not being fucked I licked and sucked at the Hounds, savouring the taste of their metallic Dog Cum.
When Mistress clipped the leash to my collar the next morning, never did I feel like such a little beast and not human as then, her leading me to a hose, spraying off my Dog Cum covered sore body, then washing me with dog shampoo. I thought all might be over then and I could go back to my cell to rest and recover, but then Master Arthur came trotting up to me, sniffing imperiously at my just douched Puppy cunt.
Mistress laughed merrily as I automatically Presented to Master Arthur, lowering my head to the wet ground and raising up my ass. Without any foreplay, He Mounted me, making me cry out as the tip of his huge Dog Cock stabbed my thighs and ass until it found its way into my gaping Puppy cunt. I was shocked as my body responded again, the Heat always on me, even more so with Master Arthur than the Hounds. I grunted and panted as I fucked Him back, moaning with delight as his huge Knot forced its way into me. The powerful orgasms shook me to the core as my Master bred me, filling me to the brim with Dog Cum once again…
Chapter Five
Mistress had not forgotten my punishment the next morning though, she woke me early and led me on my leash out to a van with tinted windows, making me crawl into a small dog kennel inside. β€œIt is Time to go to the vet, Foxy, and get your punishment.” I whimpered in fear at this, but we drove on anyways, until we reached an isolated white building. Mistress opened the rear of the van; let me out of the van, commanding me to Heel.
I Obeyed, following her in, where a perky blonde receptionist waited behind the desk, wearing black jeans and a tight purple sweater. β€œHello Mistress Rebecca, this is Foxy, here for her appointment?”
Mistress nodded to her, with an evil smile. β€œYes Julie, she is still showing some wilfulness, so I think it best that Dr. Ryan treat that, yes?”
Julie nodded, agreeing. β€œOf course, Mistress. Foxy looks like she’s really taking to the treatment, thus far… not like the first two…”
Mistress smiled, and we only had to wait a few minutes before a tall balding man with glasses came out, motioning us to follow him into the exam room. It was all white and very clinical, all steel and little comforting. With ease, he lifted me up onto the table, and then began to examine me from head to tail…
β€œWell, Rebecca, it seems that high dosage cocktail of canine DNA and hormones are certainly beginning to work. Her breasts are developing nicely and are sensitive to the slightest touch. I see that her vagina is keeping her in constant Heat as well?” Dr. Ryan asked Mistress.
I was horrified, tried to speak out, but Mistress had not told me I could talk, and no words would come out. It was awful how I began to pant when this awful man rubbed my Puppy cunt with his gloved finger, legs spreading. So too was the relief that I felt when Dr Ryan placed small clear plastic cups on my nipples, and a pump began suctioning milk out of each of my heavy breasts.
Mistress nodded to Doctor Ryan. β€œAs you can see, Foxy’s Puppy cunt is beginning to own and restrain her better than any leash or collar. However, she still has some resistance, so I thought we might take some preventive measures? I do not care to worry about her trying to call anyone.”
Dr. Ryan frowned a bit. β€œI had hoped that the drugs in her water would make her docile, but I suppose some surgery is in order… oral and neuro…”
With that, I tried to leap off the table, but I felt a jab in my ass, from a hated syringe, then all faded…
Chapter Six
I woke fully some while later, my mouth sore, and my throat was too. I looked about for some water, and then heard the footsteps of heels as Julie entered the room that I was in. It was a living room, with tasteful furnishings, and I was lying on a cushiony dog bed. β€œHow are you feeling there, Foxy?” Julie asked me. β€œI decided to bring you back to my flat to play with, I hope you don’t mind.”
I tried to speak, to answer her, but all that came out of my mouth was a little feminine dog bark! Julie smiled at me in pity, and lowered a hand mirror to my face. β€œI’m afraid that your talking days as a human are over, Foxy. Open your mouth” she Commanded.
I Obeyed, Julie being a Human Woman and me just a Puppy, and whined at what I saw. My tongue was swollen, thinner and longer, not a girl’s any more but some twisted hybrid between human and canine. My own eyeteeth were gone, replaced by false canine implants. There were stitches on my throat, by my vocal cords, and a bare patch on my head as well.
β€œDr Ryan made it so now all you can do is softly bark, whine, or whimper, as any other dog, Foxy. This is your new life now, so you might as well accept it.” Julie sat down next to me, stroking my hair, and my body as well. It oddly felt very nice and comforting; she was gentle, unlike anyone else in my new life so far.
β€œI think you’ll like this lesson, Foxy…” Julie murmured as she sat down next to me, petting me, her light blue eyes looking into my own green ones. Her fingers moved down me, caressing my ass, stroking my rosebud. Soon I began to pant, the Heat rising in my Puppy cunt, as her violet nails traced my sensitive puffy lips.
β€œMy, a horny little bitch, aren’t you,” Julie murmured and I nodded in agreement, eyes begging her for more, but she shook her head, taking her fingers away, grasping the back of my head, kissing my Puppy mouth. Her pierced tongue darted into my mouth, caressing and dancing with my new longer Puppy one, as Julie claimed my mouth as hers. After a few minutes, she paused, pulling her sweater over her head, then tugging her jeans down, revealing her large full breasts and black lacy thong.
β€œPull my panties down, Foxy” Julie Commanded, parting her legs and lying back before me. At first, I pawed at them, trying to use my fingers, but they were stiff and I could no longer seem to grip with them. Frustrated, I reached down with my mouth, tugging on the black lace, a little growl escaping me, as I pulled then down Julie’s hips then off her. She then pulled my head down to her moist shaven pussy, and I sniffed at her delicious aroma, snuffling at her pussy and her little rosebud ass as well. Never before as a girl had lesbian thoughts really occurred to me, but now Julie’s scent and taste were so powerful and erotic to me.
My long tongue delved her deep, lapping, opening her up, as she grew wetter and wetter. While I nipped and sucked at her swelling clitty, Julie reached beneath me, squeezing each of my breasts,. I whimpered into her as I lapped madly, my own Puppy cunt aflame in Heat, puffy and wet. Soon Julie showed me mercy, rolling over on top of me, her tongue ring flicking my clitty, licking my Puppy cunt, teasing its lips. She slid two of her fingers into me, seeking that secret centre which made me whine and pant in delight.
On and on we played, Julie teaching me how to please and be pleased by a Woman, while fulfilling her own dark fantasy of playing with a Puppy. At least, she thought that she had, until she took me home the next day…
Chapter Seven
Julie drove me back to Mistress’ Rebecca’s estate the next morning, having me lie down on the back seat; a towel covering my head so that any casual viewers would just assume a regular dog was riding with her. I heard her buzz an intercom at a gate, and then we drove onwards, up apparently to the main house. Once we arrived, Julie handed her keys to a man wearing an odd grey uniform, after which she called me β€œFoxy, Heel”
Mistress Rebecca awaited us in a small parlour, seated in a fine leather chair. A petite shorthaired woman left a tea service on a side table, after she had served Mistress and Julie. I crawled over to Mistress, enjoying Her absent-minded petting of me as a welcome home, as She looked me over. β€œWell Julie, I am quite grateful to you for bringing Foxy safely back to Me, and such; however, I do have one small question for you?”
β€œYes Mistress Rebecca?” Julie answered Her, sipping her tea and nibbling on some biscuits. Julie seemed a bit nervous to me, as she drank more tea, her mouth oddly dryer the more she drank…
β€œWhy ever did you take Foxy back to your flat last evening? And do not deny it, Dr, Ryan implanted her with a GPS chip, just like all of my dogs.”
Julie blushed deeply, startling as Mistress picked up her handbag, holding up Her hand to stifle Julie’s protest as Mistress handed the purse to the maid collecting the tea things. β€œI just thought that she would be more comfortable there, Mistress…”
Mistress laughed at the too obvious lie. β€œOh really? Moreover, the way Foxy looks so adoringly at you now is just a coincidence, so too that her fur and breath nearly reek of your scent? What is that quaint expression I hear on American telly programs, β€˜what bullshit’?”
β€œOh… oh god, Mistress, I didn’t mean to hurt anything, I was just curious, and…” Julie stood up, as if to leave or flee, but Mistress was having none of that.
β€œStay, girl!” Mistress Commanded, and Julie stopped, struggling to move but no longer able to fully control her own body. β€œSince you felt the need to tamper with my Project with Foxy, obviously you want to join it?”
Julie shook her head frantically, eyes darting all around. β€œPlease, no, what did you do to me? Why can’t I move? Just let me go home, please?”
Mistress laughed at Julie’s fear, walking about her, examining her as one would a potential new pet at an animal shelter. β€œThis is your new home now, Julie, you will not be leaving. As to β€˜what I did to you’, I had the maid put a double dosage of Foxy’s medicine in your tea. You know, the Ecstasy sedative cocktail that Dr Ryan and I concocted, makes the subject quite docile and compliant with suggestions and orders? Not to mention that it breaks down moral inhibitions, and brings out the subject’s baser desires.
In any event, let me explain the New Rules to you, Julie. You will not speak or talk to myself or my staff without my express permission. Nor will you try to harm myself, the staff, or yourself in any way, is that clear?”
β€œYes Mistress,” the answer was forced from Julie, who was trembling badly.
β€œNow Strip, you will not need girl clothes, new Puppy”
Julie shook, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she tried to fight, but the Compulsion from the medicine won, as it always does, and her hands moved to her dark blue blouse, unbuttoning it, dropping it to the floor. After that, she unzipped her skirt, stepped out of her heels, leaving her standing there in just black lacy bikini and a matching bra. Mistress took out a pair of scissors from drawer, slicing the lingerie swiftly off Julie, leaving her nude and vulnerable, just as I had been some weeks before.
β€œGet on your fours, Puppy” Mistress Commanded, and after a moment Julie sank to her hands and knees. Mistress took out a thick pink leather collar, studded with little fake gems, buckling it around Julie’s neck, locking it into place with an audible click. β€œThat is such a pretty collar on you, Puppy. You love your new collar and will never try to take it off, will you Puppy?”
Julie fought, but then in anguish answered, β€œYes Mistress, I love my new collar.”
Mistress clipped a leash to Julie’s collar, and then commanded both of us to Heel, which we did, following her to the Training Room. Once we arrived, She looked Julie over for a few minutes, then said, β€œNo longer are you Julie, your new name is Tawny, Puppy, is that clear?” Tell me your new name.”
β€œI am Tawny, Mistress,” Julie gasped, crying still. Mistress exchanged the leash from Tawny’s collar for a chain, which She hooked to a post. I watched Mistress prepare a syringe, which She injected into Tawny’s new Puppy cunt lips, making her cry out in pain.
β€œSince you have so graciously joined my project, Puppy Tawny, I wish to try something slightly different with you than with Foxy. You will receive the same canine hormones as Foxy does, but not the DNA, thus feeling the same urges and Heat as she does, but without the changes to a hybrid as she is becoming.” I watched as Mistress rubbed the dog musk on Tawny’s Puppy cunt, which excited me with its scent, and then Mistress rose up. β€œI will return in a few minutes, Foxy and Tawny, behave until then, and do not play until then.”
Chapter Eight
While we waited, I padded over to my water, drinking some of my medicine, enjoying the renewed feeling as some small part of my brain now realized that in addition to its other properties that was highly addictive as well. I watched Tawny, as she went from crying and trying to pull on the chain holding her to beginning to pant, her Puppy cunt lips flaring with her new need. I wondered why Mistress was treating Tawny somewhat differently, but thought it was for taking and playing with me without Mistress’ permission. How much crueller, to live a Puppy life with a human body, rather than changed to one as I was becoming?
Some small part of me still dreamed of escape, of my lost Anna life, but it seemed very improbable. I had no idea if any doctors could reverse the changes in me; the loss of my voice, and the milk filled breasts. Not to mention the constant Heat that my Puppy cunt was always in now, insisting and demanding to be fucked, preferably by Master Arthur or other Dog Cocks. How could I fulfil that if I left?
I listened to Tawny as her pleas for me to somehow help her get free became pleas for me to lick her, to make her cum, which I ignored, Mistress having Commanded us not to play. Soon enough the click of Mistress’ boots sounded, and my heart leaped as I saw her bring in Master Arthur. I yipped at him in greeting as He trotted over to me, lifting my bum so that he could sniff, and sniffing him in turn.
Mistress sat down by Tawny, Her fingers lightly tracing Tawny’s Puppy cunt, teasing her swollen clitty. I licked Master Arthur’s sheath, teasing out his tip, savouring his taste. Soon Master Arthur licked my Puppy cunt with long powerful strokes of his rough tongue, while Mistress tormented Tawny, bringing her close to cumming then stopping just before, making Tawny’s Heat worse and worse.
I Presented, lowering my head and raising my ass up, feeling Master Arthur’s huge paws grip me as he Mounted his bitch. I yelped in pain and joy as the engorged Dog Cock poked at me, seeking and then thrusting powerfully into my soaked Puppy cunt. As I began to push my hips back and fuck my Master in return, I heard Mistress ask Tawny, β€œYou want that too, don’t you Puppy Tawny?”
β€œNo, Mistress, please don’t have that done to me,” Tawny begged, but we could all hear the longing mixed with the terror in her voice, as her Heat rose ever stronger. I whimpered as Master Arthur Knotted me, his Dog Cum shooting deep within me. Sometime later, he withdrew from me with a jerk, and Cum splashed down my legs and onto the floor. I went to lick and clean my Master, but Mistress whistled, calling me over to her and Tawny.
β€œFoxy, get in front of Puppy Tawny now.” Mistress rolled me over onto my back, and parted my legs, baring my Dog Cum drenched Puppy cunt to Tawny. β€œTawny, lick Foxy clean now.”
Tawny hesitated at first, and then lowered her head to me, her tongue lapping at me, licking up my juices and the Dog Cum. I moaned and shuddered as colours exploded in my brain, Tawny’s tongue ring flicking at my clitty. I hoped that she would keep at it forever, but Mistress had other ideas…
β€œFoxy, get on your fours. Tawny, follow me, to the bench.” I watched as Mistress led Tawny to the Breeding bench, securely fastening her to it. Mistress pressed the remote to the Outside door, and in trotted a very large dog, a Great Dane, all grey and white. β€œTawny, this is Caleb, one of my best dogs. Caleb, Lick” Mistress Commanded him, and so he began to, bathing Tawny’s whole body with his tongue and slobber.
Tawny cried, begging Caleb to stop at first, but soon was moaning, trying to press her new Puppy cunt against Caleb’s mouth. While he was breaking Tawny’s will, Mistress sat on the chair beside me, rubbing something slippery on and into my Puppy cunt. Every few minutes Mistress bade Caleb to stop, before Tawny could cum, then had him resume when she was further away from it.
β€œThis is what happens to naughty girls that steal my Puppy and play with her without my permission, Tawny. If you decide you are ready, beg me, and perhaps I will let Caleb fuck your Puppy cunt and make you cum.” While taunting Tawny so, Mistress began to finger me, first one then two, exploring and fingering me ever deeper, spreading me wider.
Tawny resisted for a few minutes, then begged, β€œPlease Mistress, tell Caleb to fuck me?”
I gasped as a third and fourth finger entered me, filling me again just when my Puppy cunt had begun to close, and Mistress Commanded β€œCaleb, Take!”
I whimpered in a bit of pain as Mistress closed Her thumb into me, making a fist. I began to ride Her hand within me, my inner walls contracting, watching in some awe as Caleb Mounted Tawny, poking his enormous Dog Cock at her Puppy cunt, until he slid it home. She screamed as he began to fuck her hard, his hips bucking as he claimed her. Tawny rocked back and forth on the bench, her eyes wide in lust and terror, screaming as Caleb made her his bitch, forcing his croquet ball sized Knot within her Puppy cunt. Repeatedly Tawny and I came together, me from Mistress’ fist pounding me from within, Tawny from being Knotted and the Dog Cum spurting into her womb, running out too.

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Home alone with Alyssa, part 7

This story begins a few months after Alyssa’s best friend Kayla was raped. In this grand finally Kayla confronts the Carlson church, certain things are answered in an unexpected way. Ok now that I have your attention, please enjoy.

The Neighbors Daughter

My wife and I met in college and married shortly after she graduated. She is a high school science teacher, while I run a small land clearing business. She and I were raised very differently. I was raised by strict conservative parents and her parents were more liberal.

The Ranger’s Sister

The Ranger’s Sister
by Lubrican
Mandy was so excited she was having a hard time breathing. It was finally time for her parents to drop her off for her summer as an intern with the Forest Service. That, in itself was exciting. As a Junior, she was only one of three students in her High School who were chosen for the intern program in the Smoky Ridge State Forest. But even more exciting was the job she was given. She was to spend the summer in a tower, keeping fire watch over the vast forest. Some people might have thought that would be boring, but her new supervisor was none other than her big brother Ted! He was 21 years old and had been her hero since she could just barely toddle. Now he was a real forest ranger and she just knew that living and working with him all summer was going to be the best thing in the world.
She didn’t know much about what it would actually be like. Her brother had called her with the news that she’d been accepted and assigned to him. He told her she was limited to one duffle bag, which had to contain everything she wanted to bring. The tower had electricity and what he had called “the hooch” to live in, but it was small, barely big enough for two people. He told her to bring music, her X-box, perhaps, and clothes. “We only get to do laundry every two weeks” he had said. “So be prepared for that.” When she’d asked him about showers, he’d answered tersely “We take baths out here.” Normally, there would have been two rangers on duty at the tower, but the other one had quit suddenly and there was no replacement. That was one reason Mandy had been chosen to do the internship.
Once her parents had dropped her off at the visitor’s center at the park, Mandy had been stuffed into a four wheel drive Jeep. That had been two hours ago and if they didn’t reach somewhere soon she was sure her body would just split into parts. They could only go five miles per hour and that still resulted in bumps that bounced her head off the roof. The ranger driving her said they didn’t improve the road because it kept “amateurs” out of the deep forest, where they really didn’t belong. She mumbled something about dying before help could arrive in an accident and the ranger calmly said that in an emergency they’d evacuate the injured by chopper. She wished she could have been delivered that way.
Finally, through the trees, she saw the big tower. It was a big box, on top of four huge legs. There was a stairway that criss-crossed back and forth between the legs. It looked as tall as a skyscraper to her. There was a tall man in a brown uniform standing at the bottom of the tower, waiting. It was Ted.
Ted watched as the Jeep ground to a halt. He wasn’t so sure this was going to be a good idea. The last time he’d seen his kid sister was almost three years ago when he’d joined the Forest Service and gone off to Georgia to the school the Federal Government ran there. He’d completed that school with honors and been stationed at the Dragon Gulch watch station, where he’d been for a year. His partner, Jim Bonner, couldn’t take the isolation and had quit after a year. But Ted loved it. The only people he saw were the serious hikers, who knew woodcraft and were no real problem. He loved nature and the peace that reigned most of the time in Dragon Gulch. Storms were interesting, but he was comfortable and got to read as much as he wanted to. He had sprung for satellite TV and internet, so he was never bored.
When Jim had quit, the head ranger had called Ted, asking if someone named Mandy Pralgue might be related to him, since the name was so rare. Ted had responded that she’d make a good intern without thinking it over and now he was nervous about it. Now his little sister was here, and both of them were stuck with each other for the summer. If it didn’t work out, she couldn’t leave until a permanent replacement was found. There had to be two people on duty at the tower. It was just that way.
When the girl got out of the Jeep, Ted thought there had been a change of plans. She couldn’t be his sister. His sister was a short, thin, pasty-skinned kid whose body just hadn’t matured like most girls. But this girl was tall, and, while slim, she had what were obviously large breasts and an ass to kill for. He noticed this as she bent over, reaching inside the jeep to haul out a big duffle bag. Her hair was long and brown, held back in a pony tail, and she was wearing big sunglasses.
His jaw dropped when she saw him, screamed, dropped her bag and bounded across the grass toward him. She almost knocked him over, giving him a big bear hug. He felt those big breasts pressing against his chest and smelled her fragrant hair as she babbled “Oh Teddy, I’ve missed you so much! And this is going to be so much fun! And thank you so much for letting me come! And I’m just SO HAPPY!”
“Mandy?” he said tentatively. She couldn’t be his sister. This … woman … was a Stone Fox Babe!
She stiffened and drew back. She whipped off the sunglasses. It WAS Mandy! She was wearing a halter top and he was staring down into the cleavage of those fabulous breasts. He frowned, aware that he was thinking things about his sister that were not proper. Mandy mis-read his frown. “What?!” she barked, looking unsettled. “Ted, don’t you EVEN try to tell me you changed your mind! I’m here and I’m staying! I won’t get back in that torture machine! If you think…”
Ted put one finger over her lips to stop her babbling. He glanced up at the ranger who had brought her up, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks, Jeff. I’ve got her from here.” Jeff rolled his eyes and said “Call us if you need anything … like a gag or something.” He laughed as Mandy fumed. Then he got in the Jeep and drove off.
Ted held Mandy at arm’s length. “Man oh man, Mandy. You’ve done a heap of growing up since I saw you last.” His eyes raked up and down her body.
Mandy had been about to say something, but the thought fled as she realized how her brother was looking at her. He was looking at her like the senior boys looked at her. Like a few of the male teachers looked at her. Like the men down at the barber shop looked at her when she walked by. She knew what they were thinking when they looked at her like that. They were imagining her naked.
She didn’t much care for that from them, but when Ted looked at her that way she felt butterflies in her stomach. It felt nice. Then she thought “No WAY! Ted doesn’t want me like they do. He’s my big brother!” She felt a little ashamed that she’d jumped to that conclusion and poked him in the chest to break the mood. “Of COURSE I’ve grown up you ninny!” she yelled. “That’s what happens when your big brother abandons you and goes off to find his fortune. You HAVE to grow up so you can take care of yourself.” She grinned.
That grin was gone by the time she had lugged her duffle bag to the top of the tower. He’d said that if she was so grown up she could carry her bag herself. Then he made some statement about how if she wasn’t in shape now, she sure would be within a couple of weeks. After climbing 40 flights of stairs with the duffle bag, she believed it. She’d either be in shape or dead. Now all she had to do was get it through the big trap door in the bottom of the big box at the top of the tower. Her brother had gone on ahead and left it open. She heaved the bag up through the hole and dragged her tired panting body after it. She flopped on her back on the floor beside the trap door, gasping for air.
Ted had gone ahead for three reasons. First, he’d been on the ground for over half an hour, and he needed to do a quick visual sweep of the forest for smoke. Second, he knew Mandy would need something cool to drink when she finally got up there. Third, every time he looked down at her, he saw those heaving breasts, bulging in their thin supporting cover. When he felt his dick start to stiffen he flushed and knew he had to get out of sight quickly. He heard her climb through the door and turned to see her lying on her back. His eyes were drawn to those fabulous tits. They were not lying down along her sides. They didn’t sag at all. They were proudly straining against the halter top as she tried to get air into her lungs. He turned around to get her drink.
It was going to be a long summer.
When she recovered, Ted showed her around the hooch. There wasn’t much to show. It was a two room affair. The larger room was the relaxation area, with a couple of easy chairs, a TV/VCR/DVD combination and a weight bench. Off in one corner there was a toilet that had a curtain that could be drawn around it. In another corner was a small kitchen. Along one wall was a staircase that disappeared upward into the ceiling. The smaller room wasn’t really a separate room as much as it was separated from the main room by a wall with a large doorway at one end. This room was almost completely filled with two single beds, more or less side by side and only a foot apart because the other sides were against the walls. “It isn’t much” said Ted “But it’s only for the summer. At least for you.”
Mandy grinned. “It’s a little like camping out, only better. AND … I get to spend time with my favorite brother.” She launched herself at him again, hugging him. He tilted sideways, couldn’t correct and they both fell onto one of the beds. Mandy was on top of him, her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Her legs were apart, while his were together, and that placed her pussy right on top of the bulge of his cock. Their faces were only inches apart. Mandy felt that rush of heat in her loins as she realized what was pressing against her mound.
Feeling guilty she kissed her brother on his chin and finished “And I LIKE spending time with my big brother.” Then she struggled to get up, rubbing her body all over his. As she climbed off the bed she snuck a peek at what had been pressing against her and her jaw dropped as she saw a big bulge in his pants, part of which ran down the leg. She averted her gaze from what was obviously his penis, but that flush of heat attacked her again.
Next they climbed up to the observation room, which was on top of the hooch. Mandy could see for miles and miles. She could see the whole forest and the mountains beyond. He showed her the big fixed binoculars that swiveled on a stand, and could be used to see as much as 30 miles away. He showed her the phone and radio gear they used to contact the headquarters. There were other things there that had to do with weather and all sorts of things that he said he’d explain later. Mandy looked out and down and saw a deep blue lake not far off. “Ooooo swimming!” she yipped. “I brought my new suit.”
“Well, it’s pretty cold this time of year, but in a few weeks it will be perfect. That’s where we take baths too, when we don’t take a whore’s bath here.
When she looked at him strangely he told her how, with a bowl of water and washcloth, you could get pretty clean without ever getting all that wet. “No showers around here” he said. “We have to truck in water, so we don’t waste any. Just for drinking. The water for the toilet comes from the lake and is pumped up by windmill. And by the way, don’t flush more than once. It goes into a big underground tank and they don’t like having to pump it out more than once a year. Anyway, if you want to bathe, just go swimming. That’s what we do and it works pretty well.
They settled in, brother teaching sister how to keep watch over the forest, how to spot smoke, how to determine what was causing the smoke, how to report it, and so on.
And at night they slept, side by side, no more than two feet apart, though in separate beds. That closeness caused problems, however. For Ted it caused problems because he traditionally slept in the nude. With Mandy there he had to get naked after the lights were out, and quietly, so she wouldn’t know what he was doing.
Also, while she aroused sexual feelings in him, he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t, say, beat his meat furiously while only 24 inches away from her.
Mandy, for her part, was a healthy young woman, who also liked to stroke herself to orgasm, but she too was inhibited by her brother being so close to her when it was dark and she could touch herself. And it got worse because they could actually smell each other’s arousal, though neither recognized the odor that was driving both of them crazy.
So, a week into the summer, when they found they were shouting at each other, Ted stopped suddenly. Knowing that if he didn’t get a load off his balls he’d turn into a maniac, he suggested that Mandy take some time off and go swimming. That would get her out of the hooch long enough so he could relieve the pressure. That also appealed to her, because the one time she’d had a chance to take a whore’s bath she hadn’t felt like she had long enough to do it well when she heard her brother coming back down from the observation room. She dug into her drawers and held up something shockingly pink. “Turn around” she ordered.
“What?” he said, looking at what looked like some strings or rope in her hands.
“I said turn around! I want to put on my new suit and there’s no place to change.”
He started to tell her to go behind the curtained toilet enclosure, but sighed and decided not to fight about it. He turned and stared at the wall while he heard the rustling of her clothing behind him. His imagination worked on his cock yet again. He couldn’t wait until she was out of the room so he could shoot a wad of spooge ten feet.
“OK” she said. “Gosh, it seems smaller than when I tried it on at the store.”
Ted turned around and almost choked. His sister was wearing what amounted to two small triangles that covered her nipples, though the cloth was so thin that those nipples plainly showed through. There was a string that went around her waist, and each end attached to one side of a piece of the same material that was just wide enough to cover her pussy lips. It went down and back. As she turned to look at herself he saw it was a thong, and that her entire buttocks were bare. She might as well have been naked. Ted’s cock slammed to full attention, making a plainly visible tent in his shorts. He was still standing there staring at her when she realized he hadn’t said anything and looked at him.
The first thing Mandy saw was the huge bulge in the front of her brother’s pants. She knew the suit was brief. If her mother had known she bought it she’d have just shit. But her mother didn’t know. “You can’t tell Mom I got this suit” she blurted out. Then some female instinct, and the look on Ted’s face, made her say “What do you think? Do you like it?”
Ted gulped, realized his hardon was showing and covered it with both hands. This wasn’t working out like he wanted it to. “Um … well … yes, I’d have to say I like it. But it’s awfully small … isn’t it? I mean you aren’t going to go out in public in that, right?”
Mandy felt a surge of relief and pride. “Well, I certainly didn’t get it to make my brother get a hard on!” She laughed as he blushed. “But thank you.” she went on. “I really thought it covered more. But it’s fine for out here, right?”
“Yeah, sure, no problem” he said. “Go try it out. Now. The lake’s that way.” he pointed.
Mandy thought it was strange that he was obviously trying to get rid of her. Most guys would want her to stay around, right? Unless it really was making him horny and that made him uncomfortable. Yeah, that was probably it. She skipped down the stairs and headed off toward the lake.
By the time she was at ground level, Ted had gone upstairs, swiveled the bench mounted binoculars toward the lake and had his dick in his hand. He saw a flash of pink as she ran down to the lake. He trained the binoculars on the small beach of sand they’d had dropped by chopper at one end of the lake. She came into view, clearly visible in the powerful binocs. He started stroking.
Mandy felt free and unconcerned in the deep forest. Knowing there was no one around for miles she decided not to get her new suit dirty. With three flicks of her fingers the suit drifted to the sand. The water looked great.
Ted’s hand froze on his aching penis when he saw his sister get naked. Her high upturned breasts were white and firm looking. Those nipples which had shown so clearly through the cloth of the suit were bright pink. His cock lurched as she stretched and he saw that she had shaved her pubic hair, leaving only two fat pink lips hanging down between her legs. They were long enough that a guy could actually suck them into his mouth and chew on them. He started to stroke again, feeling the cum rising from his balls. His baby sister was Playboy quality. He winced as she dove into the water, knowing it was probably still only about fifty degrees this early in the summer.
Mandy almost drowned when she hit the water in her dive. The cold water prevented her from breathing at all, which is what saved her from gasping out air and sucking in a load of water. She floundered in the water and paddled back to the beach to stand up shivering in ankle deep water.
Ted stared at his sister’s breasts as the first jet of cum arched out of his cock. Her pretty pink nipples were now standing out at least half an inch and they looked delicious. He couldn’t decide if, given the chance, he’d suck on them or her pussy lips first. Because he was looking through the big glasses, he couldn’t aim his cock, and his spooge flew everywhere, shooting three feet in some instances as he gazed at his gorgeous sister. He watched as she bent over and soaped up her body and then winced again as she dunked herself to rinse off. She started up the hill, pink suit in hand. He left the glasses and frantically looked around for all his sperm, wiping it up with a dirty shirt wherever he found it.
He didn’t realize he missed a whole line that had hit the wall and was dripping down toward the floor. He managed to get back down to the living quarters and was writing a report when Mandy reached the top of the stairs. Now that she was used to the climb she was only breathing deeply. The bikini was back on her body, but her nipples were still completely erect. She didn’t seem to notice.
“Good swim?” he said, acting as if he didn’t know.
“You warned me it was cold. I forgot. I won’t EVER forget that again.” she said brightly. “I’m going to change clothes. Don’t look for a minute, OK?”
“Sure.” He turned his head so it LOOKED like he wasn’t watching her, but in his peripheral vision he saw smooth skin and pink as she raised her arms and slipped into a T shirt. He almost gasped as he realized she wasn’t putting on panties when she stepped into her cargo shorts and buttoned them up.
That night a storm rolled in. Dark clouds hung low to the earth and visibility was cut to a few hundred yards. Ted sighed. Storms made for long nights and sometimes uncomfortable ones too. The wind drove rain through cracks and gaps in the sides of the hooch. The breaker box had to be shut down so it didn’t draw lightning, which meant everything had to go to battery power. That meant no lights except for an oil lamp.
He broke the news to Mandy and suggested an early night. They fixed a quick meal, battened down the place, cut the juice and sat in the small pool of light cast by the lantern as thunder began to roll and lightning flashed. They talked for a little while and then decided to go to bed. It had gotten cold too, unseasonably cold. Ted turned down the lamp, climbed in his bunk and pulled the sheet over him. As he tried to get his shorts off a bolt of lightning flashed and he saw Mandy frozen in the act of dropping her shorts. Then there were two more flashes in a row and he saw she was diving into her own bed. He remembered she wasn’t wearing panties under those shorts, so all she had on now was the T shirt. He got his own shorts off, but was painfully erect when he was done. Beating his meat once hadn’t been enough. At least the storm would drown out sounds he made, so he could spank that monkey again. He had taken only two strokes on his rigid member when the storm broke over the tower with a vengeance.
Ted’s bed was against the outside of the hooch. Mandy’s was against the wall of the stairs that went up to the observation room. Ted’s wall might as well not have been there, considering how much water came blasting through the cracks and crevices in it. His sheet and bed were soaked in minutes.
Cursing he tried to remember where his sleeping bag was, and the waterproof sheet he’d have to wrap around it. Mandy heard him cursing and asked what was wrong. As he got out of his wet bed and began searching for the matches to re-light the lantern, Mandy watched as the lightning spotlighted her older brother’s naked body. She goggled as she realized he was not only naked, but his penis was standing out, almost as if it were erect. It hung towards the floor, but not straight down. She squinted, trying to see better. It looked awfully large to her inexperienced eyes, but she only got a flicker of a look before the world went dark again. Again she felt that strange warmth between her legs and in her abdomen. She heard Ted run into something in the dark and then his curse as he fell.
“TED … FORGET IT, JUST COME TO BED.” she yelled over the storm.
“I CAN’T FIND THE DAMN MATCHES” he yelled back. “I FOUND THE SLEEPING BAG BUT I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT THE WATERPROOF SHEET.” he howled.
“I SAID FORGET IT!!” she yelled louder. “MY BED IS DRY AND YOU’RE FREEZING .. JUST COME TO BED WITH ME!”
In the next flash of lightning she saw him bent over, feeling in front of him with one hand as he came toward her. He had a large bulge of something under his other arm. Then he was standing between the beds, beside her. “I’LL PUT THE SLEEPING BAG OVER US LIKE A BLANKET.” he yelled. “I GRABBED A TOWEL TOO. I DON’T WANT TO CRAWL IN THERE WET.” She felt the weight of the big bag go over her and it got warmer immediately.
He was drying off and she could sense, more than see the towel moving as he rubbed his body with it. There was a flash of lightning and there, not a foot from her face, was his penis.
She would remember that stark white vision for the rest of her life. She saw every detail and it burned into her mind. He was uncircumcised, something she’d never even thought about. His cock was long and thick, with veins all over it, running in lines that were raised above the rest of the skin. His foreskin didn’t quite cover the head, which looked like a one-eyed eel coming out of a cave or something. It looked dangerous, like a weapon. It thrilled her to the bone and she felt a rush of heat deep in her belly.
Sensing he was about done she lifted the sheet and he slid in. She scooted over against the wall, but his body still pressed firmly against hers, pinning her to the wall. He was cold. She snaked her arms around him, sharing her body warmth with him and he shivered.
They didn’t have to shout any more. “Sorry” he said, shivering some more. “I guess you didn’t bank on this.”
“I don’t mind” she said back, tucking her face into his neck and breathing warm air on him. “You’re my brother and I love you. Besides, if you get sick I have to do all the work.”
He chuckled. Then he shivered. “You’re so warm” he moaned into her neck.
She ran her hands all over his back, trying to generate some heat by friction. One hand slid onto his cold hard butt. “You’re so naked” she said in his ear.
He sighed. “You weren’t supposed to find out about that. It’s a habit and it feels all wrong to have anything on when I sleep now. I’m really sorry.”
“Wait til I tell my girlfriends that I had to sleep in the same bed with a naked man during my internship. They’ll think it was at the White House. They both laughed. She snuggled against him. “But if this is the worst that happens all summer I think I can live with it.
While they talked they had unconsciously begun moving their bodies against each other, not quite writhing, but definitely rubbing against each other. As he warmed up a little, Ted could feel her breasts against his chest. They were hot and soft. He stroked her back too and, like her, his hand strayed down past the shirt and onto her naked butt cheek. “Uh … looks like I’m not the only one who’s kind of naked.” he said into her hair.
Mandy felt something moving between her legs. Both of his hands were on her back. Well, one was on her back and one was sending shocks through her from her naked butt cheek.
That left only one thing that could move all by itself.
Her breath caught in her throat. Suddenly she wished she didn’t have on the T shirt. “They say that the best way to warm up is … skin to skin. Do you want me to …?” she said.
Ted knew he was in trouble.
He had felt his cock start to grow when he realized he was fondling his baby sister’s naked ass. He knew she was going to feel it too, if she hadn’t already. He knew she’d figure out what it was. Her offer to get completely naked with him only made it harder. “Mandy, sweetie? Um, something’s about to happen and I don’t want you to misunderstand it, or get mad about it, but I can’t help it.”
“I know” she said softly into his neck. “I’m not mad. I’ll take it as a compliment. Do you need me to take my shirt off or not?”
“I won’t lie to you honey. I want you to take it off … but maybe not just to warm up. Do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.” she said. Then she pushed him backward. He almost fell out of the bed as she struggled into a half sitting position and stripped the shirt off over her head. Then they were cuddling again under the covers, her now naked breasts pressed firmly to his chest. She snuggled her face back into his neck. “I love you too much to hate you just for being … male.”
They rubbed against each other some more. When she’d sat up his hard cock had flopped up against his abdomen and now it was sandwiched between their stomachs.
“You feel good” she murmured.
Ted stroked her now naked back, no longer feeling bad about rubbing his hand down on her buttocks. “You feel good too.” he said. “Your breasts feel like they’re on fire.” he said candidly.
“They feel so good pressed against you.” she said. “I’d never had believed I would feel this way, but I do. And your … cock. It feels so big and it’s hot too! It makes me want to touch it.”
“Have you touched a lot of them?” he said, rubbing her ass.
“I’ve never even touched ONE before” she said back. “And I’ve never had one touch me anywhere either. That’s what makes it so weird. The first one I ever feel and it’s my big brother’s! That’s weird enough, but the crazy part is I don’t even feel like there’s anything wrong with it. It just feels … right somehow.” I mean I’m HORNY for pity’s sake. And I’m horny for my own BROTHER!! How weird is that?”
“Well … not so weird as you might think.” he said in her ear. “I mean I’m the one with the hardon. And … I … uh … sort of … watched you … this afternoon … while you were swimming.”
“Watched me?” she said.
“In the binoculars. The big ones.” he confessed. “I got a hardon then too. You were so beautiful. I was hard as a rock.”
“You’re so sweet” she said, pressing her belly against his cock. “We’re awfully cramped in here” she said, conversationally. “One of us needs to be on top of the other.”
His hand stopped in it’s journey down her back. “I … Ah … don’t think it would be a good idea for me to get on top of you Mandy.” he said.
“I know. You’re too heavy, you big fat pig” she said. She wiggled and rolled and climbed up on top of him. Her legs fell to each side of his. Now her pussy was lying on top of his balls. He gasped as her weight fell on them, squashing them painfully.
“I’m not the fat one” he groaned. “You’re crushing my nuts.”
“Oh!” she said and moved her body up his. That put her pussy right on the bottom of his cock and her face right above his. “That’s better” she sighed as she ground her pussy down onto his cock.
“Mandy, if you keep doing that something’s going to happen.” he said.
“I sure as hell hope so,” she said. Then she dropped her face and kissed him. Her lips were soft and warm and he responded with passion. Soon their tongue tips were warring with each other. She began rubbing her pussy on his cock more urgently.
“Teddy?” she moaned.
“What baby?” he moaned back.
“I’m confused. It’s like there’s something wrong with me, and I can tell there is something wrong, but I can’t tell what. I need something Teddy. I’m all empty inside and I need something. But I don’t know what I need. I’ve never done this before. Something’s happening inside me. I think I need … I need your cock Teddy. Inside me.”
“Ohhh sweetie” he groaned. “I want to do that too baby, but I don’t have anything here. It would be too dangerous without a rubber.”
“Teddy” her voice was stronger now, louder. “I don’t care about that right now. I NEED you or I’m going to just curl up and DIE!”
She reached between them and firmly grasped his prick. It was rock hard now, and a good eight inches long. She marveled at how hard it felt and wondered if she could even get the thing inside her. She lifted and, by instinct, placed the tip between her engorged pussy lips.
It felt fabulous already. She took her hand away, kissed her brother again, and began to impale herself onto his big-brother prick.
About a hundred things went through Mandy’s brain as her pussy gobbled the first four inches of her brother’s stiff rod. One was that she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Another was that this wasn’t anything like she’d dreamed it would be. Another was that there was supposed to be pain the first time – everybody said so. Another was that the thing that was going inside her might actually make her pregnant in a few seconds. Another was that the storm was as wild and violent as her emotions were right then.
Then the fact that she actually HAD four inches of cock in her penetrated her brain and washed everything else out. It didn’t hurt. In fact it felt absolutely fantastic! Without thinking, she hunched down hard and her brother’s rampant penis slid all the way in her. The fact that there was a stroke of lightning right then – a close one – with almost immediate thunder that shook the whole tower, wasn’t lost on Mandy and Ted.
For Mandy, the flash was like the flash of orgasmic pleasure she felt when the tip of her brother’s cock kissed her cervix and peeked into her womb. She couldn’t believe how good it felt.
For Ted, the thunder was like the breaking of a dam, behind which lay a sea of pent up semen and sperm. When his sister’s hot pussy slid all the way onto his cock, that dam burst and he immediately began breeding her by flushing her womb full to overflowing with thick rich seed. His grunts of pleasure were drowned out by the thunder and rain, and the spurts he delivered seemed to have the power of the storm as they rampaged out of his cock and ravaged her pussy.
Even though Mandy had never had sex, she knew that that flood of heat and wet inside her was her brother’s sperm. She was so much in love with her lover right then that the feeling of that offering caused her to have her own orgasm. She tensed as her pussy clutched at the invading penis. Her hug was fierce. Her pelvis vibrated, not knowing how to fuck, but wanting to coax even more of that life-giving nectar out of his cock and into her womb.
Together, the two of them lay as if made of stone, neither moving on the outside, frozen in the strobing flashes of lightning. All the activity was on the inside as his penis worked to provide what her egg so desperately sought, and her pussy muscles began an instinctive milking action to draw that essence of love out. They lay frozen like that for several minutes before they both sagged, limp in each other’s arms. She lay her head on his chest, perfectly comfortable with his penis plugging her sex. He panted for air, her weight making it more difficult to catch his breath, but he being unwilling to disturb his new lover. They slept in the midst of chaos.
Mandy woke to sunlight and silence. No, there was noise, but it was all birds and the wind in the trees and things like that. She felt her brother’s naked body under her and her conscious mind went immediately to her loins. She flexed newly exercised muscles and felt the ache left by honest work. His penis had fallen out of her in the night and she somehow felt empty. She raised her head and her hair fell over his face, waking him with the tickle. She pulled her hair back and lay her face down on his chest again.
“I love you” she said softly.
“I love you too Mandy” came the rumble of her brother’s voice. “I’ve always loved you”.
She lifted her head again and looked in his eyes. “No. I mean I’m IN LOVE with you” she said. “I mean that after last night I can’t live without you.”
He smiled. “That might be just a tad bit extreme.”
She didn’t smile. Instead, she levered herself up, throwing the sleeping bag off of them and standing unsteadily on the floor. “This place is a mess” she said, looking around. She walked around, picking things up off the wet floor. She paid no attention to the fact that she was naked in front of her brother. When she turned around he was lying on his back, one arm behind his head. His naked body was in full view. He was hard again.
“Have you no shame?” she teased.
“Have you no clothes?” he said. “That’s the only way it will go down … if you cover up that gorgeous body.”
She stood there, hands on hips. “I know another way to make it go down.”
He smiled. Then frowned. “I can’t just call the ranger station and ask them to send out a box of condoms.”
She didn’t smile “Four or five boxes of condoms.” she corrected.
“What are we going to do Mandy?” he looked at her helplessly.
“We’ll think of something. Right now we need to fix some breakfast. For some reason I’m famished. And don’t you have a report to make?”
He bounded out of bed. “Should we get dressed?” he said.
“I think there are more important things to do first.” she answered.
They inspected the damage to the tower and the grounds around it. There was something liberating about doing normal routine tasks while stark naked, except for boots. Ted was mostly hard all the time, because he kept sneaking peeks at his sister. She seemed to have better self control and got more done than he did. While he did a visual sweep and assembled a report to call in, Mandy made breakfast. They ate in silence, staring out into the lush forest in the sunlight of a new day. Mandy took their plates and went back downstairs. Ted heard things being moved around down there, but finished his report and called it in without investigating. He heard his sister calling him.
When he got to the cabin level he could see she had done some furniture rearranging. She had dragged the two beds out of the small bedroom and put them in the middle of the relaxation room. The two mattresses had been put side by side running crossways on the frames, which made what amounted to something not quite as big as a queen sized bed. The weight bench and one easy chair had been moved into the old bedroom.
His sister was lying in the bed on her back. Her knees were drawn up and apart so he was staring right into her pussy. She was pulling on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, squeezing them, mauling them.
“Come here” she demanded. “I need you.”
By the time he got to the bed he was hard as stone. But he stopped. “Mandy, sweetheart. I love you and I want to do this, but it’s too dangerous. We need to take some time and think things over.”
She held her hand out to him. “I HAVE thought it over. I want to keep doing what we did last night.”
“Mandy, think about this. What would we tell Mom and Dad if I sent you home knocked up? They’d just KILL us.”
“I have thought about this. I want to have your baby.” she said.
Ted’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious.” he said.
She dropped one hand to her pussy and slicked a finger in and out of it several times. “What we did last night made me feel complete. I’ve never felt so loved, and so safe, and so happy as I did last night in the middle of a horrible storm. I want you IN me. I want you in me a LOT. I want my belly to swell with your baby … OUR baby. I want to feed that baby and you with milk from my breasts. I want to be YOUR lover and YOUR woman and I want you to be MY man and the father of my babies. I have a plan for what to tell the folks when I get home. We don’t need any condoms and if you ever get any I’ll poke holes in them while you’re up watching the forest. Now come HERE. I said I NEED you.”
Her speech had the intended effect on Ted. Once she’d coaxed him into the saddle and gotten his fat prick buried in her belly, he didn’t last sixty seconds. He only made three or four strokes before he blew his wad deep in her. That was fine with her. It gave her the opportunity to claim that he owed her one.
Ted didn’t have a chance. Mandy played him like a trout. She wore little, if anything while in the tower, and insisted he stay naked too. If she crooked a finger at him, within a minute or less he was rutting away, trying to fuck her brains out and planting yet another load of his hot jizz in her pussy. If she was picking things up, she managed to display her puffy pussy to him, driving him crazy. She took the most erotic whore’s baths he’d ever seen and almost always ended up on her back, legs spread for her big brother as soon as she dropped the sponge.
But her specialty was to simply lie on the bed, legs spread, arms out, saying in that husky voice she could use so well “I need you Teddy.”
In truth it took him nearly a whole week to learn how to control himself enough to give her orgasms before he blew his nuts in her. It was hit and miss. Sometimes he had enough control to give her two and sometimes three orgasms before he’d allow himself to cum. On other occasions he’d blow his cork as he was sliding into her clasping pussy. For her part she just reveled in being soaked in his sperm.
They settled into a routine of watching the forest, reading or watching TV and fucking like rabbits. Mandy wrote letters home at the rate of two a week.
Two weeks after she’d arrived she announced that she was going to town. She called the ranger station and arranged for a jeep to pick her up at the bottom of the hill. She hiked down and then back up when she got back late that evening. She had a rucksack full of things she’d purchased and told Ted she’d mailed all their letters. Every two weeks, like clockwork, she made that trip to town, hiking down the mountain and back up. She was in fabulous shape.
Six weeks after she’d arrived she was lying on top of her brother, riding his hard cock gently while he sucked on her nipples. “Mmmm that feels just wonderful” she said for maybe the thousandth time.
“Mmpff” replied her brother.
“You know, I missed my period last week” she said conversationally.
Ted spat out the nipple and said “Oh shit.”
Mandy put her face next to his. “Are you saying you don’t love our child?”
He made a face as she squeezed his cock. “Mandy, honey, you know better than that. I’m just trying to figure out how we’re going to explain all this to our parents. You aren’t even out of High School yet. What are we going to tell them?”
“I’ve already told them.” she said as she pushed down hard, getting his cock as high up in her as she could. “They just don’t know it yet.”
“What do you mean?” Ted said as he gritted his teeth. He was trying not to pop his cork in her just yet.
“I have a boy friend, silly” she said, riding him faster. “His name is Ronny” She rode even faster now, wanting to feel his spunk shooting in her and knowing he was trying to hold back. “I go see him every two weeks when I do the shopping and mail our letters.” Now she was slamming up and down on his hard pole. “I’ve fallen in love with him, just like all my friends have fallen in love with their boy friends.” She put her face down and hissed in his face. “Cum in me Ronny, I want to feel you squirting in my pussy baby.”
Ted lost it and bathed her pussy in hot sticky cum. As he panted to get his breath she told him about how Ronny was going to move away with his parents at the end of the summer, after she found out she was pregnant, and after it was too late to contemplate ending the pregnancy. It would be too bad. Another teenage girl, alone and pregnant. So sad. She’d have to get her GED and find a job and some place to live. She had a feeling that her brother might let her live with him for a while, taking pity on her.
Wasn’t he due to rotate on to other ranger duties?
Wouldn’t he be given a cottage to live in?
Couldn’t she work for one of the vendors in the park?
They spent the next two weeks making sure she really was pregnant
The end

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Billy’s Mum teaches Sex Ed

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Creative gestures

A typical married couple were lying in bed one night. The wife had curled up ready to go to sleep and the husband put his bed lamp on to read a book. As he was reading, he paused and reached over to his wife and started fondling her pussy. He did this only for a very short while. Then he would stop, and resume reading his book.
The wife gradually became aroused with this. Thinking that her husband was seeking some response as encouragement, before going any further, she got up and started stripping in front of him.
The husband confused, asked, “What are you doing taking all your clothes off?”
The wife replied, “You were playing with my pussy, I thought it was foreplay to stimulate making love with you tonight.”
The husband said, “No, not at all.”
Then the wife asked, “Well what the hell were you doing then?”
The husband replied, “I was wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in the book.”

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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)

Sophie’s messy surprise

I’ve written a few short stories but this is the first I’ve put online. I deliberately left a few details out so the reader can use their imagination, please let me know if it works or just comes across as vague. Constructive criticism very welcome, brickbats less so!