Non-consensual sex

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A family that cums together stays together (Chapter1)

This is my first ever attempt at writing an erotic story, constructive criticisms is greatly appreciated as are comments about what you’d like to see added.
I’ve tried to keep things such as ages and appearances of the two girls and even the guy as non-de as possible, this is so that you can picture hopefully fill this information in yourself and enjoy that aspect.

Fiction

Melissa Gets Put Out Part 2

Part 1 can be found here:
http://stories.xnxx.com/story/35128/Melissa_Gets_Put_Out_Part_1
In which Melissa violates her curfew. and as punishment is placed in the family pillory on the front lawn for the next two days. And after she is put out, her disgruntled younger brother plays a counting game with her with some of his lunch, before heading off to school.
Author’s note: As a wise man once said, “Specificity is the soul of all good communication.” I must admit that I mis-communicated in part one. I was using the term stocks, when what I actually meant was pillory. I hope my readers can forgive me my error. Additionally, I appreciate all comments, both positive and negative. While I think I know where this story is going, my characters have begun to surprise me a bit.
MELISSA GETS PUT OUT
Part 2
After a couple of minutes the spasms subsided, but the pressure inside her didn’t abate, she had to get these things out of her. She got her feet back under her rear, she was still bent at the waist, but she no longer thought she was in danger of falling while in the pillory, and hurting herself. She started trying to push the carrots out, like she was going to take a huge crap right in the front lawn, but she couldn’t get anything going from this angle. She shifted from one foot to the other, and felt that the plastic baggie was still poked halfway into her ass, and she couldn’t do anything to work it free.
After nearly twenty minutes of fruitless struggles, the front door opened, and her mother stepped out, she walked in front of her daughter, and looked down at her critically, then her nose wrinkled.
“Oh, Lord, you smell like a toilet already.”
She disappeared around the side of the house,and was gone for a moment, she came back dragging the hose, the pistol grip in one dish-glove clad hand, and several coils of green hose in the other. She stood back, and sprayed Melissa in the face with a heavy stream of cold water. The cold was shocking, and drove any hint of arousal from Melissa’s body, she began to cramp even harder around the knot of carrots her brother had fed into her ass one by one, and it wasn’t helped when, after she was done thoroughly dousing her daughter’s face, Sharon began to work her way around, playing the strong blast of cold water up and down her body. When she reached the the back, she didn’t stint her daughter’s pussy and ass. She had been spraying the cold water directly at her daughter’s pussy when she noticed the baggie stuffed into Melissa’s ass.
“What have you gotten yourself into already?” she sniffed as she pulled the bag out. “Honestly.”
Suddenly one of her mother’s dish-gloved fingers was jammed up her ass past the second knuckle, this got a grunting groan from Melissa.
“The little shit stuffed a whole bag of carrots up there, Mom!”
The finger was whipped out of her ass, and her mother was in front of her in an instant, two hard slaps rang against her face.
“I am not your mother, and I will not have you speak of a member of this household so. If you must address me, you may call Mrs. Donnelly, Mam, or Mistress, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mam.” said Melissa meekly.
“Now, do you want those things stuffed up there for the next two days? Believe you me, they won’t get any more comfortable.”
“No, Mam.”
“Then you’ll do as I say.” Melissa saw her mother stripping off a glove as she walked around behind her again. She felt the glove laid across her back, like it was some kind of end table, and the gloved finger returned, as she heard her mother muttering under her breath.
“I’m going to have to talk to that boy about his nutrition…”
She poked around in there for a while, and as she did, Melissa’s sense of shame deepened, her mother was treating her like some kind of chore, not necessarily unpleasant, but simply workaday, like laundry or vacuuming.
“Those are really in there… I guess there’s nothing to it but this.”
And with that, the questing finger was removed, and suddenly the rough metal of the nozzle of the hose pistol was pressed to her anus.
“Wha!” Melissa squeaked as cold water flooded her already stretched and cramping bowels. She could feel the icy water blaze a trail past the carrot blockade and run a deep twisting path through her guts. The water was relentless, it just kept coming, the hose on full, she felt like her belly was filling up, becoming huge and swollen like Tanya’s had been when she was pregnant, and it was so cold, she began to shiver all over as gooseflesh raced across her skin.
Suddenly the water stopped, and the nozzle was removed, and Melissa began to push out the flood that had entered her body.
“Not yet!” snapped her mother as she quickly replaced the nozzle with the dish-glove she had removed, stuffing it roughly into her ass. The glove felt huge, stretching her sphincter and sealing it at the same time, as nearly the whole thing was wadded up and stuffed in.
“You hold all that in, while I go get what we really need.” and with that, her mother disappeared back inside the house.
Melissa shivered from the cold, her nipples hard as rock, and for once, not from any kind of arousal, no blush, no matter how fierce could warm the cramping cold inside her guts. A cold slow trickle made its way past the glove and ran down her legs. A morning bird began to sing in the tree above, and Melissa hated it for existing. Her restrained hands clutched in tight fists. She hurt too much to cry.
She saw her mother reappear in the kitchen, placing the mop bucket in the sink and running water into it, and she seemed to have another, smaller pail from somewhere with several items in it, one of them looked like a comically large syringe.
As she came out, Melissa saw that her mother had rolled up her sleeves, and had donned what looked to be elbow length latex gloves, a pail in each hand, The mop bucket obviously heavy and full of steaming sudsy water. Mom went straight behind her and set to work, unpacking the other pail. She heard several things set on the ground, and a distinctive “ding” as a the kitchen timer was placed sharply on the top of the pillory.
“Now,” her Mom began, “you’re never going to be able to push anything out standing like that. You need to work your feet forward, and squat down, arching your back as you do, DO NOT begin to push until I remove the glove, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mo…Mam, Mistress.”
“Good, now start moving your feet.”
Melissa was able to do as her mother had instructed, taking short steps forward, and squatting down as she did so. It put some pressure on her back and neck, but she had been in the same position for nearly two hours, and even this small change felt like a relief. She felt the bucket placed under her lowered ass, and suddenly, in a single tug, the dish-glove was whisked away, and the need to void her bowels was undeniable.
Melissa felt and heard the water pour out of her in a rush, the overwhelming pressure relieved, there was also a satisfying plink, plink, plink, as some of the carrots were expelled in the rush, She gasped and panted, thinking that it was over, but less than a minute later, she felt her insides spasm again, and another rush of water and a few carrots more shot out out of her ass and into the waiting bucket.
“That water is filthy, I thought I told my daughter to go to the bathroom again, this morning.” her mother complained, “We’ll just have to take care of this now.”
Her mother took the bucket, and Melissa saw her carry it to the front of the house, and dump it behind her azalea bushes.
“We’re going to have to open you up a bit to get them all out” her mother declared when she returned, and Melissa heard something make a spurting noise, like the catsup bottle when it was running low.
“Alright, stand back up.”
As she did she felt her mother’s fingers at her asshole again, they were smoother, thinner without the dish-gloves, and they were also slippery, the first one slipped in smoothly, easily without resistance. Her mother’s finger was warm after the cold rush of water. The finger began to pump itself in and out of her ass, and was quickly joined but another, and then a third. The third one hurt a little bit, especially when they were in deep, near the knuckles, but when they were all the way in, she could feel her mother’s pinky brush against the bottom of her pussy.
This went on for a few minutes, and Melissa started to warm up, starting where her mother’s finger kept brushing, brushing, brushing her. The pinky suddenly joined the first there fingers, just the tips of all four were as tight as the three all the way in, and as her mother slowly increased the pressure, pushing the four fingers ever so slowly deeper and deeper, she began to rotate her wrist, twisting the fingers back and forth drawing gasps and groans from Melissa.
The fingers were removed, and then there was a long slow sucking sound from behind her, and a few drops of warm water sprayed her back, and then Melissa felt something hard, wet and warm press against and then into her recently stretched anus.
“Here it comes.” her mom’s voice was a little muffled, kind of like when she was hanging clothes to dry, and had a clothespin in her mouth when she talked.
Warm water, that felt almost scalding, in contrast with the cold hose water, flooded her. Melissa realized that it must have been from the large syringe thing she had seen. But that thing was huge, bigger around than my wrist, she thought, Oh God, what have they done to me?
The syringe held a lot of water, but not nearly as much as had been pumped in her with the hose. The warmth filled her, beginning to chase away the chills. Then the tapered end of the syringe was removed with a sucking pop, and just as quickly, something cold and round and smooth took its place in her contracting sphincter. It must have tapered, but it got broader quickly, and soon was the size of the syringe nozzle had been, but Melissa’s mother kept pushing it harder.
At Melissa’s squeak of pain, her mother piped up, “Sorry dear, it’s the smallest one we had.”
Just as Melissa thought she would be split in two, the butt plug snapped into place. Melissa realized just what it was as it did, she had seen pictures of them on Amazon.com, but she never understood what people would do with them. As she heard her mother twisting the kitchen timer, she thought, wait, she said ‘smallest one we had’ just how many do we have?
She felt her mother’s gloved hand slide down her bare, exposed slit, and she shuddered.
“You are a beautiful young lady,” her mother said in a considering tone of voice, “I bet all of the boys are after you, and probably some of the girls.”
The hand stopped at the hood of Melissa’s clitoris and started working on it, coaxing it out from its hiding place. Melissa’s shock of her mother working on her like that was quickly overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, somehow Mom was even better at this than Marcus. When her mother’s amazing fingers finally worked their way inside her pussy and encountered her maidenhead, they stopped suddenly in surprise.
“Oh my, I guess none of those boys have caught you yet! Hmmmm?” There was a pause, thinking, “I’ll be right back, don’t you go any where!” She said with a merry chuckle. There was a rustling, and then her mother went back inside the house, and into the kitchen. Melissa noticed that her mother wasn’t wearing her apron, which was usually a permanent fixture unless there were visitors, or she was going out. She could have sworn her mother had been wearing it when she came out.
Melissa stood there in the pillory for a few long minutes, her horniness receding as the need to void her bowels became more pronounced. The ticking of the kitchen timer served as a reminder of how long she had been holding the load of soapy water. The plug in her ass felt huge, but not nearly as invasive as the mass of carrots had been, she thought that there were at least a few still inside her. She couldn’t believe how hard she had come from her brother doing that to her, it was only the second one she had ever had, it had felt so good and wrong at the same time. What did it say about her that she was the kind of girl that could get off by having her little brother stuff carrots into her ass on her front lawn? What was wrong with her? And then her mother, playing with her pussy like that! Her own virgin daughter’s pussy.
And just like that, thinking of her mother’s hands, touching just right, sliding, slipping, teasing, she felt her nipples stiffen again, and started to think of her mother’s slender but strong hands on them as well, skilled, precise, knowing exactly what to do. She wanted those hands all over her, she wanted…
BUZZZZZ-DING! Went the kitchen timer, interrupting her fantasy, and bringing her back to the reality of her punishment. She was naked, in the front yard of her house, bent over in a heavy wooden pillory, her ass and pussy facing the street, a public invitation to anyone passing by to do what they willed with her, her bowels full of water, a butt plug holding everything in, and she felt like she needed to take a crap like nobody’s business.
She heard an approaching car, she knew that there had been others, people heading to work and such, but she had been distracted with her brother and then her mother too much to worry about them. She heard the car slow down and come to a stop on the street behind her, her stomach wilted, here it comes, a stranger to rape me, to take my maidenhead, to ruin me for my husband, but then the car drove off down the street.
She felt so relieved, but there was also a sense of…what? Longing? Disappointment? Maybe it was better to go ahead and get it over with, but the idea of some stranger being her first hurt so bad. What if she got pregnant like Tanya had. She imagined herself waddling through school, her belly swollen and huge. She suddenly wished that she had paid more attention in health classes, and the whole cycles of fertility thing. She was trying to count the days backward to her last period when her mother came back out, she was sliding the long latex glove back onto her right hand.
“It looks like time’s up on that load.” She said like it was a load of laundry, “Alright scooch yourself forward, and let’s get the bucket under you.”
Her mother had her stop when she was about halfway down and began to work on the butt plug, it was in there really tight, and at her mother’s coaxing, Melissa forced herself to relax as her mother tugged. When it finally popped loose, her mother kept it tightly pressed in until her ass was as far down over the pail as it could go. Soon two inches of foul water and a couple more carrots were floating in the bottom of the pail. This made the trip to the azaleas as Melissa stood up again.
“We’ll just have to keep going until it comes out clean.” said her mother, “You’ll appreciate this in case anyone is particularly fond of going ass to mouth, which can be no picnic if you aren’t ready for it.”
What the hell?
Melissa’s questions were lost, as the refilled syringe intruded itself into her again, and Melissa could have sworn that her mother had jammed it even further up her ass this time. When she grunted with pain all she got from her mother was a quick “Don’t be a baby! This is nothing.”
Her bowels refilled, and butt plug snugly back in place, Melissa felt a damp dish towel begin a thorough cleaning of her ass and pussy, and then down her legs where used liquids had dripped. And then, the hands were back, her mother’s incredible, talented, gentle hands.
They. Were. Amazing.
Melissa realized that what she thought of as Marcus’s magic hands were the crude fumblings of a child next to her mother’s expert ministrations. She no longer had any questions as to where her mother learned her way around another woman’s vagina, she didn’t care, all she wanted was more. And she got it, she got it as her mother’s hands held her wide, and her tongue went in deep. The only thing that kept her knees from buckling was the thought that it would move her pussy away from her mother’s tongue. After exploring her pussy as far as it could reach, the tongue worked its way to her clit, and when her mother’s lips closed around it , and began to gently suck on the tiny nubbin Melissa came for the second time that morning.
But Melissa’s orgasm wasn’t a signal for her mother to stop, if anything, she redoubled her efforts, her mother’s tongue lashing her pussy, a warm arm reaching around her left thigh so the hand could reach her clit at the same time, and a finger of the other hand began to trace circles around the butt plug. Melissa could barely do the ‘rub your tummy and pat your head at the same time’ trick, this kind of multitasking was beyond her, all she knew was that rather than fade, another wave of her orgasm was building, and about to crash ashore. Inarticulate noises came from her mouth, unable to express her feelings in anything more advanced than primal grunts and moans.
She was building to another peak, her mother’s mouth, the fingers, the butt plug, the pressure of the enema, all working in concert to a crescendo, the wave was about to crash, and just as it did, like a master conductor, her mother took her swollen clitoris between her teeth and bit down sharply, interweaving sudden excruciating pain with the overwhelming pleasure, mixing the two together to the point that Melissa couldn’t tell where the pleasure stopped, and the pain began.
“HuuuuuNNNNHHHHHHHH uhn, uhn, uhn, uhnHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!” the gasping choking scream tore from her, releasing a knot of fear, and shame that had been twisting in her gut for the last twenty four hours.
As she was gasping for breath she heard the ‘DING!’ of the timer, and was able to finally pant out, “oh…god…Mo-Mistress…what did…you do to me?”
“Oh, you poor thing, what makes you think that was about you?” There was a sharp stinging slap of a gloved hand on her exposed ass, “let’s get this water changed, and see if you are starting to clear out. Time’s-a-wasting, and I can’t start the laundry until this is finished.”
As Melissa again emptied herself into the bucket, she was shocked at her mother’s lack of interest, lack of caring of the earth shattering orgasms that she had delivered to her own daughter. It made her feel like a thing, what had felt like sudden, explosive, sexual enlightenment was reduced to, to she didn’t know what, but it made her feel small and unimportant inside.
As the syringe went in, even (gasp!) deeper again this time, and the water flooded her, her mother said, “Well, Miss ‘This Is All About Me’, it seems that you have been out here all morning taking from people, and not giving anything back.” There was another stinging smack on her ass as the butt plug popped back into place. “What do you know,” she continued, “about giving pleasure to other people? I know you couldn’t have done too much for that boyfriend of yours, what with your cherry unpopped, and you squealing like a little piggy any time someone so much as touches your ass.” This was accompanied by several more sharp slaps on her ass, one of them grazing the butt plug.
“Do you let him kiss you, this boyfriend of yours?” Smack!
“Yes, Mistress!”
“With tongue?” Whack!
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Your tits, does he get to touch them too?” Smack!
“Yes Mistress!”
“Do you let him suck on them?” Smack! “Play with you nipples?” Thwack!
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!”
“Have you let him go down on you? Eat you out?” Whack! Smack!
“Y-Yes Mistress! Once Mistress!”
“And did you liiiiike it?” Whap!
“Yes, Mistress! A lot, Mistress!”
Melissa found the confessions both liberating and shameful at the same time, here she was, screaming her sexual history out at the top of her lungs to her mother, in her front yard for anyone, everyone to hear.
“And that,” her mother said, punctuating it with another flurry of blows to her now red and stinging ass, “was what he did for you! What did you do for him?”
“I sucked his dick, Mistress!”
“What?” Whack! Slap! Smack!
“I SUCKED HIS DICK!”
“And did he enjoy it?” Thwack!
“HE SAID I WAS AMAZING! THE BEST! THE ABSOLUTE BEST!!!”
The assault on her rear suddenly ceased, and in the silence Melissa could almost hear her screamed words echoing up and down the street, it felt like her face flushed as bright red as her ass must be.
“Well now,” said her mother, back again in a normal tone of voice, “we’ll see about that.”
She moved around in front of Melissa, her full skirts rustling, the empty pail in her hands. Her mother placed the upturned pail on the ground a little to the side, and placed one sensible shoed foot on it. And then, right in front of her daughter’s face, she raised her skirts, revealing her bare shaved pussy.
Mom goes commando? Was the first wayward thought that crossed Melissa’s mind, then: She’s PIERCED! And her mother was, a heavy golden ring pierced the hood of her clitoris horizontally with a small ball on the loop perched in the center, resting against her large exposed clit. It must rub it all day long!
“You may quite the little cocksucker, but let’s see if you can do anything with a cunt. Get in there!” And with that, Melissa’s mother shoved her pussy forward, and into her daughter’s face. “Let’s see if that tongue of yours is good for anything useful.”
The angle was bad, and hard on her neck, but with an instinct developed over a lifetime, she found herself obeying her mother’s commands. For the first time in her life, she tasted another woman. She could run her tongue around and over her mother’s piercing, the ring ticking and clacking against her teeth, she lifted it aside with her tongue and held it up with her upper lip so she could run her tongue under the hood and around her mother’s clit. Her tongue then worked it’s way down to the top of her mother’s pussy. Her mother had heavier labia than she did, and from this angle she couldn’t get her tongue in very far.
“That’s good, keep going…” her mother cooed as she tilted her hips forward to give her better access. Her mother’s pussy was getting wetter, but she didn’t know if it was from her saliva, or her own secretions. Her nose filled with her mother’s scent, her mouth with her taste, cleaner and more subtle than Marcus’s, she took her mother’s clit into her mouth and began to suck, even as her tongue played with the ring, pulling it, turning it.
“That’s good, Marcus wasn’t half wrong about you.” her mother praised as she pulled away. A long string of saliva curved from Melissa’s mouth to her mother’s pussy for a second, shining in the morning sun. It lasted for just an instant, as beautiful as a rainbow, before it broke and was gone.
“Let’s get you a better angle for this.” and her mother turned around, taking the pail with her. She bent over, hiking up the back of her skirts, and placing both of her hands on the pail, putting herself in nearly the same position as her daughter. With a sigh she pushed her ass and pussy back into her daughter’s face.
“Now you can get in deeper,” she called, “and don’t forget my asshole either, I for one keep myself nice and tidy back there.”
Melissa went back to work, like a starving woman at a king’s feast, she plunged her tongue into her mother’s cunt, as deep as she could, and although no one was doing anything to her, she felt her nipples begin to tighten, and moisture trickle from her own sopping pussy. Oh God, I’ getting off on being forced to eat my own mother’s pussy. Wait she called it her ‘cunt’, my Mom said ‘cunt!’ This struck her as funny, and she found herself suppressing a giggle as she moved up, and started to lick her mother’s puckered asshole. First with long up and down strokes, then with circles around the hole itself. She tasted nothing foul, just her mother’s flavor, and the tiniest bit of soap.
All this time, her mother kept up a steady stream of encouragement, suggestions, and pleased moans, that Melissa found herself following and responding to instinctively. Without hesitation, Melissa plunged her tongue into her mother asshole. It was tight, and resisting at first, but it immediately relaxed, allowing her to tongue it nearly as freely and deeply as her mother pussy. Melissa felt her own stinging ass clench around the heavy plug, in both sympathy and pleasure. It was the only external stimulation she was receiving back there, and she began to shift her weight and hips back and forth, trying to get more.
Melissa began alternating from asshole and pussy, plunging her tongue in as deep as it could go into each, back and forth, back and forth, until her jaw ached, and she thought she would get a cramp in her tongue, she backed off, starting to simply lick broad strokes up and down, she saw that her one of her mother’s hands had come back to join her, and was working her clitoris in tight fast circles. Melissa wished her hands were free, she wanted to explore her mother’s pussy, her mother’s cunt, to get to know it like her brother had hers, but most of all, she wanted her hands free, so she could see to her own growing need, she needed to frig herself senseless, and didn’t know if she had a large enough hairbrush, she thought that she may have to go with her curling iron.
Her mother began to shudder, and and let out a series of surprisingly low moans, and her slender but strong hand shot out, and grabbed Melissa’s chin, guiding her back to her pierced clit. Melissa began to suck on it, as her mother went back to bracing herself on the bucket with both hands. Melissa sucked on her mother’s clit, as her mother continued to moan and jerk, her head got pushed back in the hole of the pillory as her mother pushed back with her ass, mashing her in place. As her mother subsided, she pulled away, and eased herself down on the ground for a minute. They both were panting, gasping for air, Melissa in the pillory, her mother on the front lawn, on her side, her dress askew up to her waist, as exposed as her daughter.
“Well,” said her mother between heavy breaths, “Marcus may know what he’s talking about after all.”
The kitchen timer had gone off somewhere in the middle of all that, but neither had noticed. Her mother slowly got back to her feet, and smoothed out her skirts, brushing off red ceadar chips that clung to them. She took the bucket back around and had Melissa squat over it again.
“I think that’s about as clean as we’re getting you back there, but I think we’re still missing some carrots.” her mother said as she returned from the azaleas. There was the squirting sputtering noise again, and the butt plug returned, but this time, Melissa’s mother didn’t simply pop it into place, but instead, the began to work the thickest part in and out, over and over, stretching her abused sphincter to its limits. As one hand worked the bulbous butt plug back and forth, the other hand again began working it’s magic at her pussy, and soon Melissa’s squeaks of pain became something else as the pain of her abused ass mingled in the sexual pleasure she was receiving from the hand on her cunt. The steady rhytnm of the plug slowly increased, as did the circles being run around her throbbing clit. Suddenly the plug was pushed all the way inside, and she felt her abused muscles start to relax around it, but only for a second, when it was wrenched from her a final savage time. It came free with a slurping pop, and her mother tossed it to the ground before Melissa’s eyes. It was enormous! Slick black latex, frothy with her juices and whatever her mother was using for lube, shaped like a pear, but even bigger that the largest one she had ever seen, the base was reinforced with metal, and there was a D-ring set into it to give someone a good grip if needed.
Melissa twitching, violated asshole gaped wide, suddenly empty, after what felt like hours with one thing or another crammed in there. Melissa felt so vulnerable, more exposed than ever. Then her mother’s pussy slicked, gloved right hand moved up, and a wedge of all four fingers and thumb pushed their way into the pulsing, gaping opening of Melissa’s asshole. With a twist, a final stretching, and a shove, she felt her sphincter contracting around her mother’s wrist!
“GrrrAAAAAAAAHHHHHHnnnnnnnn!” forced itself past her lips. The most meaningful communication her brain could manage. The sensation, the violation was indescribable as she felt her mother’s hand moving inside her, slowly moving deeper.
“Oh GOD! Mistress, get it out, get it out, get it out!”
There was a painful twist of her clit as her mother said, “You don’t get an opinion here, Stranger!” Her hand, deep in her guts formed into a fist, and twisted inside her violently.
“Ye-huunngh, YES MISTRESS!”
The fist relaxed, and Melissa felt the probing, questing fingers moving, ever deeper inside her, it was maddening. Melissa could have sworn, her mother was in up to her shoulder. She was reminded of a video she had seen at school of a large animal vetenarian, shoulder deep inside the back of a horse. That’s what I must look like, some mare being serviced, that’s all I am to her, an animal chained out on the front lawn that has to be tended to before she does the laundry.
Seep in her recessed, she felt her mother’s fingers close into a fist again. “I knew there was another one up there.” and slowly, painfully, the closed fist withdrew until her mother’s wrist was held tight by Melissa’s clenching sphincter.
“Well,” said her mother over Melissa’s screams as she slowly pulled her clenched fist free of her daughter’s asshole, “you may not be ready to start being anally fisted as a vocation, but you really are taking your first time like a champ. I’ll have to show my daughter some exercises to keep herself fit down there, and we may have to see about some adult diapers for the next week depending on how today and tomorrow play out.”
With a final pull, the hand clutching the carrot was free, and it was immediately replaced by her mother’s tongue, running large circles around the stretched, painful opening. Melissa was at a loss for words, even her mother’s skilled tongue couldn’t soothe away the pain of the violation, both physical and emotional. Her mother finally stood up, and then she felt something blessedly cool and soothing being applied to her wrecked asshole, the sensation sent chill bumps up and down her body.
“That should help calm you down a bit back there, and the extra lubrication won’t go unappreciated. After this, folks should be able to plow your ass all day without too much difficulty. It’d take a Great Dane knotting inside you your ass before you scream as loud as you just did. You little drama queen.”
And with that, she packed everything up and headed inside without once looking back.

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End of the world – Chapter 4

When Mary, my oldest daughter, ran into the kitchen and asked if she could go out and see the people, I sat there trying to figure out what game she was playing. It never occurred to me that she might be talking about real people. We had been alone here for so many years. I had not even thought about other people in several years.
I just sat there speechless for the longest time. What could she be talking about? What people? Was this just a kid’s game with imaginary players? Just as I was about to ask her about it, another of the children, Janice, ran in shouting, “There are people out by the barn”.
I got up and went to the window followed by mom. Everyone else crowded around behind us. Sure enough, there were four people over by the barn. They were just standing there in a group watching the house. There were two kids and a woman standing in front, and a man standing behind them. They were not making any attempt to hide. They just stood there, watching, waiting. The man appeared to be forty or so, around mom’s age. I guessed the woman might be thirty. She definitely looked younger than my mom. The other two were young teenage girls and were probably thirteen or fourteen.
The man was white and very stocky, about the same height as me. The woman was a light skinned black and very slender. She reminded me of someone I had seen on one of our movies but I could not remember the name. I guessed one of the girls might be her daughter. She had the same shade of skin and body type. The other girl was Asian. I thought they were a pretty odd group to be together. They did not seem a very likely family.
They were all wearing clothes; shirts, pants and shoes. Except for winter we pretty much never wore clothes. It was late spring, and already warm, so we were all naked. I could also see that the man had a rifle that he held close to his leg. If I had not looked close I would have missed it. They also had backpacks, and a few yards behind them I spotted a cart that had bags and boxes stacked in it. The man put one hand to his mouth, “Hello the house”.
I started to turn to get out of the pack by the window, “I guess I should go out and see what they want”.
Mom took my arm and pulled me back. “Dan. We need to be careful here. He is armed”, she had seen the rifle. “We don’t know where they came from or what they want. But our biggest problem is what if they carry the virus? One touch from them could wipe us all out”.
I looked back at the man, and then at the rifle. “I’ll go out and see what he wants”.
Mom stopped me again, “Just go on the porch. Don’t let them approach you. They need to stay a good distance away. I just hope that is enough”. She turned to Terri, “Terri. You are the best shot here. I want you to take a rifle, go out the back door and around behind the woodpile. If you can don’t let them see you. I want you to cover Dan. If the man makes a threatening move I want you to shoot him”.
Terri, still looking out the window said, “I don’t like him”.
I almost laughed. “How can you say that? We don’t know anything about them”.
She looked back at me. “Look how they are standing”.
I looked back at the group. “You don’t like him because how he stands”?
She looked at me a bit exasperated, “No, not how he stands, it’s where he is standing. The women are in front. He is behind them, like he is using them as a shield”.
I looked back out. “I see what you mean. But it might not mean anything”. I did not want to make a big point of it in front of the others but she had something there. Terri was pretty sharp.
Terri looked back at me, “Don’t worry Dan. I won’t let him do anything”. Then Terri went over to the gun closet, pulled her rifle out, made sure it was loaded and walked to the backdoor. She stood there waiting for me to go out. “Give me a minute to get in position before you go out”.
When I got to the door I stopped and looked back around the room. All the kids and my sisters were at the windows staring at the strangers. This was huge for the kids. They had never seen another person outside of the family. Hell, we did not know there was another person outside the family.
Just as I was about to open the door mom touched my arm to stop me. “When you are talking to them, we are your wives, not your mother and sisters”. I must have had a hurt look on my face, that was how I felt, because she immediately said, “No, I’m not ashamed. If you think about it, we are your wives. But anyway, I want him to see us as yours. We are an intact family. I don’t know what his intentions are. I don’t want him to think there might be opportunities for him here”.
I opened the door and stepped outside, mom followed me. Before I could stop them, Megan and Shelly stepped outside also. I motioned for them to go back in but they both shook their heads and stayed. Both mom and Shelly were pregnant and almost ready to deliver. I did not think it was the safest place for them but I had to admit, he certainly could not miss the fact that we were a family.
They had not moved. I raised a hand in a greeting and the man waved back but stayed where he was. I remained silent. I wanted him to begin. After a few seconds he began, “Hello. We saw your smoke. At first we thought there was a fire but we should check it out. We have not seen another person in so many years. Can we come in”? As he said that he reached forward and nudged the kids and they took a step forward. I immediately held up my hand and they stopped. “Okay, would you happen to have some extra food you can spare”?
I finally spoke up for the first time, “Yes, we have some food. Where are you from”?
“Thanks. We are from Virginia. We have been slowly walking across country for years now. We explored and looked for people all the way but we never saw a soul. For the first few years all we saw was bodies. Now we don’t even see that. My family lived down there in the valley. We stopped there. I hoped, but they are gone too. How did you all escape the virus”?
It was the crux of the matter, what we both wanted to know. “We were up here before it happened. We stayed here and did not see anyone until everything was over. We have never visited another farm and we’ve never gone down to the town below”. I waited for a moment and then asked, “And you”?
The woman started to answer but the man grabbed her arm and she stopped. Then he replied, “Kind of the same thing as you. We were all in a wilderness retreat. We were the only ones there. We did not even know what was happening until it was all over”.
I was curious about one thing, “You have been walking through towns and have had no problems”?
“You mean the virus? No, it must be over now. I guess that explains the lack of clothes on you people. I mean, you’re staying here and not visiting a town”.
The four of us had been standing there talking with them in the nude.
“Can we come up to the house now”?
Mom spoke up for the first time, “No. We need to talk first”.
We turned around to face each other. “The fact that they are here does not mean the virus is gone. They could be carriers. That is, they could have the virus but do not get sick. They just pass it on to others”. Mom had a good point.
“But how can we tell”?
“One of use needs to spend time with them. It works fast. Two days should be enough time to tell”.
Megan turned to mom, “You mean one of us could die if they have the virus”.
She nodded. “Our choices are limited. Either we send them away or we have to test to see if it is safe. The only way we have of testing is to expose someone”.
I spoke up, “I’ll go”. It did not seem right to have one of the girls go. The man should protect them. It also seemed unreasonable to send away the first people we encounter.
Megan then put up a hand to stop me. “No. It should be me”. Before any of us could say anything she continued, “Mom, you and Shelly are both about to deliver. It would not be fair to the babies if something happened to you. And Dan, don’t be such a guy. You are the only man we have, and you are the father to all those kids back there. It can’t be Susan. She is the one mom has been teaching to be a nurse. And Terri is the one with the gun over there covering us. And we certainly cannot send one of our babies out there. It has to be me”.
I could not think of a single point to refute but I felt bad about not being the one to protect them instead of the other way around. I finally just nodded. Mom told her to go and get several days worth of food packed. We turned around to the group waiting for us. “What are your names”?
“I’m John, this is Sharon and the two kids are Janelle and Myoku. And you are”?
“I’m Dan. This is” and I had to stop and think. I had not heard mom’s name since dad had used it, what, fifteen years ago or so. With the slight pause I added “Meredith, and this is Shelly and that was Megan who went back inside”.
They started to walk towards us and I held up my hand to stop them a second time. “We still have a concern about the virus. You might be carriers. We have talked it over and the plan is to have one of us stay with you for a couple of days to be sure there is no problem, a quarantine of sorts”.
If a few minutes Megan returned. She gave each of us a long hug and then we watched as Megan joined them. They pulled a tent out of their cart, set it up and then sat around on the ground and talked. We gave stern warnings to the kids that they were off limits for a couple of days. After a while the novelty of just watching them wore off. Terri had rejoined us earlier and we sat around in the kitchen and discussed what to do. After some heated discussion it was decided that if they were not carrying the virus they could stay here with us for a while. Take some time to see if they were compatible with our group. If not they would be asked to move on. Terri, who had disliked the man from the start, argued to have them move on now.
After a couple of days Terri was showing no sign of the virus infection. From what we saw on news reports from when we were little, we knew it took about a day after first exposure before you knew you were infected. Blood vessels throughout your body would simple fall apart. You would turn black from all the internal bleeding. You had total organ failure. After three days we decided it was safe and they came up to the house to meet us. While the adults met in the kitchen to talk, all the kids were out on the porch talking with Janelle and Myoku. It took about fifteen minutes for the kids to begin calling Myoku, Mikey. Our kids had never seen anyone with different skin color outside of a book so they were constantly touching the new girl’s skin.
In the kitchen we decided they could use a bunkhouse we had out past the barn. It had several bunk beds in it and a wood stove that could be used for heat and cooking. Future plans could be worked on later. At the worst they could stay through the summer and winter and then move on. I thought it might be a good idea if they stayed with us. It would give us some genetic diversity plus it would be good for mom. There would be two people she could relate to, one her age and the other close to her age.
Later that night, after the kids had been put down, it was just my sisters, mom and I seated around the kitchen table. We had been bugging Megan for more information about them and she had been putting us off until later. Later had finally arrived.
“Here is what I remember, and a few things that I read between the lines. Sharon was married to a man who was much older than her”.
Several of us interrupted asking where the husband was.
“If you will all be quiet I’ll get to that. Janelle and Myoku were foster kids of his. They went on a trip into this wilderness area and that is where they met John. He hired out as a guide and he took them up to this small lodge that was way out in the middle of nowhere. They were the only people there. Food had been stocked there for guests. The guests were expected to hunt for meat.
They had a radio but hardly ever used it. When they got there they knew about the problems in Asia but they were out of touch when the virus took over. The radio was a hit and miss thing because they were out in the middle of the mountains.
When they finally heard about the virus spreading it was pretty much all over everywhere. They decided to wait it out there. Then it was like it was for us. They just did not hear anything on the radio anymore. Then something happened to Sharon’s husband and he died. They did not say much about it, John changed the subject whenever I asked. I’m guessing that he does not like having the subject of her husband brought up because she is with him now”.
I wanted to know, “What happened to the husband? How did he die”?
“From what Sharon said before John stopped her, I think he and John were on a hunting trip and he had an accident”.
The mystery somewhat explained, we moved on. Everyone seemed to like the girls. We were all undecided about John. He was not very friendly or outgoing. We probably just had to get used to him.
Over the next few weeks, life slowly settled back to normal. Mom and Shelly delivered their babies, both healthy boys. John and Sharon joined in our work. Janelle and Mikey joined in with my sisters though they spent most of their time with Terri. That seemed only natural since they were the closest in age.
Since Terri walked around nude all the time Janelle and Mikey started doing the same. You could see they were shy about it at first, especially around me but in a few days they were over it. John and Sharon were a bit more conservative. The best they could do was to drop down to shorts and shoes. Sharon began going around topless. It was obvious she had not had children. While all my women showed the signs of repeated breastfeeding, Sharon’s breasts, while full, rode high on her and really stuck out. Several times she had caught me staring at them. She would frown, look towards John if he was around, and shake her head. It had me a bit confused. Was she saying, not while he was around, or don’t, because he won’t like it. I finally got over it. I had enough breasts around me day and night to keep me satisfied. But I’m a guy. I had to look.
I was out mending a fence about a month after they arrived when Terri came up behind me. “What are you doing”?
If I had been wearing shoes I would have jumped out of them. “Don’t do that. You are the quietest person I know. I ought to but a bell around your neck”.
She was not amused. “John makes me nervous”.
“What do you mean”?
“He is always watching me. I’ll be working and find him looking at me. And he looks up and down my body. I don’t like it. I would put on clothes but I don’t like the idea of having to do that just because of him”.
“Are you sure you’re not reading too much into this? You did not like him from the beginning”.
“No it’s not that. I’ve talked to my sisters and he does not hang around them. Sometimes I go and swim alone. Afterwards I’ll lie out in the sun for a while. Several times now I’ve seen him up behind some trees watching me. I had on sunglasses so I don’t think he knows I saw him”.
“Do you want me to talk to him”?
“No. I think you should let me shoot him”.
I laughed.
“I’m serious. If I don’t now, I will just have to do it later”.
“Come on Terri. You can’t just shoot him. If this gets worse we’ll ask them to leave. In the meantime give me a day or so to figure out how to handle this. I’ll talk to him. I just need some time to figure out what to say”.
“Okay. He’s up with Megan and Susan working in the corn. I’ll go take my swim now while he’s out of the way. I’ll work on just staying away from him”.
With and “Okay” she left and I decided to go to my workshop in the barn. I wanted to get away from everyone and give this some thought. About a year ago I found I needed a retreat where I could get away from everyone for short periods. As much as I loved the girls and my kids, sometimes I needed some time to my self. God help me, with twenty three kids, I really needed some time. So I had made a room for myself out of the workshop in the barn. I had a small bed and a couple of chairs in there. Every now and then I would just sack out there. The girls knew when I was there that I wanted to be alone and they respected it.
When I got there I went over to the bed and lay down. This was going to be a thorny problem. Could it be fixed or should we have them leave? Was it possible to fix it? John was a difficult person. He did not mix with us much. Sharon and the girls were great. We would miss them if they left.
As I was running possible scenarios through my head, the door opened. Janelle and Mikey walked in. What do they want? Of course they don’t know the rules about this room. Before I could get up, they walked right up to the bed and sat on each side facing me near my feet. “What are you girls doing here? Do you need something”?
Janelle smiled at me, “Yes we do need something”. She put a hand out and lightly ran it up my thigh from my knee to my hip and then back down. “And I see you have it”.
I about swallowed my heart. It was obvious what she wanted. I looked over at Mikey, and while she was not as forward as Janelle, she was smiling also. “I think you girls had better go before John comes around”.
Mikey answered, “Oh we don’t have to worry about him. He sent us over”. Then she put her hand out and laid it on the middle of my thigh with her fingers laying tantalizingly down the inside of my thigh. “Oh look, it moved!”
I didn’t have to look. I knew what moved. My cock had been laying off at a 90 degree angle. Now it was 45 degrees. Both girls moved their heads closer to watch for any further developments. I wanted to distract them but they both looked so beautiful. They both looked so different from what I had grown used to. Mikey with her small breasts and Asian features and Janelle with her large breasts and dark skin.
“Look it’s big”. I looked down and I was now fully erect. I was now pointing straight at me and up off my stomach. Janelle reached out with a hand and grabbed me near the head. That gave Mikey the courage to reach out. She grabbed me at the base and with her other hand began pushing my balls around.
For a moment I just sighed and lay back in the bed and enjoyed the moment. Then I remembered John. He could get violent if he found us. These were his women. “You girls have to stop before John finds us”.
“We told you. John sent us over. He wanted us to be friendly with you”.
“I don’t think this is what he meant be being friendly”.
“He did not tell us not to”.
I did not need much persuasion. That was good enough for me. I had two girls running their hands all over my legs and up to my chest while keeping a firm grip on my cock. I had lost quite a bit of blood flow to my brain so I might be forgiven if I was not thinking to clearly at the moment.
As I was lying there I heard Mikey say “I’ve seen Mom do this to John”. The bed shifted as she moved. The hand on the top of my cock left and was then replaced with a warm, wet mouth. I looked up and saw Mikey’s head going up and down on me. Whatever reluctance I had with the girls was now officially gone. I was theirs to do with as they wished. She began running her tongue around the head and moved her mouth up and down as she did it. I heard Janelle say with some anger in her voice, “John tried to get me to do that one night after Mom went to sleep but Mom woke up and stopped him”.
Janelle turned and moved up closer to me. I reached out to her and cupped her breasts with my hands. When I touched her she pushed herself hard against my hands. She closed her eyes, “That feels so nice”.
I let one hand trail down her stomach until I reached between her legs. She moved up closer so I could reach better and ended up with her breasts in my face. While I sucked a nipple into my mouth I began moving my fingers around on her pussy. She gasped, “Oh god. Maybe I should have let him”. She was getting very wet. I was torn between letting Mikey finish me and having Janelle slide down so I could slide into her. I then realized I could also reach Mikey with my other hand. She was facing away from me still bobbing up and down on my cock. As I reached out to rub Mikey’s pussy Janelle whispered, “Are you going to fuck me”?
“In a little bit”. My hand reached Mikey’s knee. I slowly caressed my way up from her knee until it reached her pussy. I moved it around her sparse pubic hair and then made my way to the lips of her pussy. She was as wet as Janelle. I pushed my finger against her lips and they parted. I put a finger inside her. It was so hot and tight. I had been making love to women these last several years that had all had multiple births. A really tight pussy was a distant memory, until now. She moaned and pushed back against my finger. I almost laughed as a thought flashed through my mind. It was something like a saying my mom used sometimes. Something about two bushes in the hand worth one bird.
I was trying to decide which girl should be fucked first when that familiar boiling and tingling feeling began in my balls. “I’m going to cum”.
Janelle moved down quickly to Mikey saying, “I want to see. Move your mouth”.
I thought, “Oh, please don’t move your mouth”.
Mikey moved her mouth away but continued moving her hand up and down my cock. It was just a few seconds longer before I felt the cum launching out of me. Both girls gave a squeal as the first stream shot up into the air. Mikey was leaning too far out and it hit her in the forehead and a second hit her in the cheek. Janelle laughed at her so Mikey pointed me at Janelle. A stream caught her in her in her mouth while she was laughing and another got her on the nose. Now Mikey was also laughing.
I watched as Janelle moved her tongue around in her mouth tasting my cum. Mikey, with cum dripping down her face, asked, “What does it taste like”?
“I don’t know how to describe it. It’s just different. Not bad. See for yourself. You have some on your lip”.
The cum had dripped down from her forehead to her lips. The shot that hit her cheek was now dripping down in a long cum rope to her breasts. Mikey stuck her tongue out and licked her lips and then sucked it into her mouth. I watched as she swished it around in her mouth and then swallowed.
They both moved up in the bed so that they were laying next to me. Janelle moved her hand very gently around in circles on my chest. “Terri said you first fucked her when she was thirteen. We are both fifteen. So we are old enough. Who do you want to fuck first? Mikey already got you to cum so I think it should be me”?
As I was trying to think of my answer the door swung open, “Janelle, Myoku, are you in here”? Sharon stepped into the room. Both girls jumped up leaving me flat on the bed with a semi-erect dick. My heart fell as I looked up. Both girls still had cum dripping down on their faces.
“What are you doing in here”? It must have been obvious what we had been doing. “Oh no. John is going to be so angry. How could you do this to me? You know he takes these things out on me”.
“It’s okay mom. John sent us over”.
“What do you mean he sent you over”?
“He said he had some things to do and told us to come over and be nice to Dan. He said we could learn some things”.
Sharon turned to me. Fortunately I was completely deflated by now. “Dan. Where is Terri”?
Why would she be asking about Terri? “I think she went swimming a while ago. Why”?
“I think you should go check on her”.
“I’m sure she is fine. She swims alone all the time. We all do”.
“Dan. That’s not the point. I think you should go check on her”.
Then it hit me. “Where’s John”?
“Go check on her”.
I jumped up and started to jog towards our swimming hole. I went just a few steps when I stopped and then ran up to the house. The gun closet was always kept locked now with so many kids around. It took me a minute to unlock it. I grabbed a revolver, checked to be sure it was loaded, relocked the cabinet and then started running for the swimming hole. As I got close I could hear yelling. I could not tell what was being said but it sounded like Terri and it was intense.
As I reached the rise above our spot I slowed down and then walked through the trees to where I could see. I wanted to know what I was walking in on. I could now hear Terri’s voice fairly clearly. “John. Stop! Get out of me”!
When I stepped around the last tree I could see them on the ground with their feet towards me. John was naked and on top of her. He was holding both of her arms stretched out with his and he had her body pinned to the ground with his. Terri had her legs up in the air and was trying to kick him while his hips were moving up and down driving his cock into her. I could hear him grunting as he rammed into her. He was raping her!
I quickly walked down and approached them from behind. As I got behind him Terri saw me but did not say anything. I put the barrel of the gun against the back of his neck and pulled the hammer back. With the click he froze.
“Get off her”.
He let go of her hands and rolled off to a side. Terri jumped up. I could see tears in her eyes but her face was cold. She reached out to me. “Give me the gun”.
“Go on back to the house”.
“Give me the gun. I told you I would have to kill him”.
“Go back and see mom”.
She looked down at John. “Don’t come near me again. If I see you again I will have a gun and I will kill you. Ask Dan if you don’t believe me”. Then she walked away.
I squatted down out of arms reach of him. The gun was still cocked. He looked very anxious. I was not sure of what I was going to do. “You know, I should have let her. The only reason I didn’t is that you have a family to take care of, though they might be better off without you. But that is not my decision to make”.
“Dan. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that you have all these kids. We have been trying to have kids for this whole time and nothing. She is barren. She tells me the two kids are still too young and I have to wait. And then I see you here with all these…”. And then his voice trailed off. “I’m sorry. We’ll go”.
“No. It is too late for you to go right now. We thought you might settle in the valley here, be our neighbors, but now I thing it would be a good idea for you to move on much farther away. You will not have the time right now. Winter comes pretty quick here. You will stay around the bunkhouse. Sharon and the girls can work with us but you need to stay away. She meant it when she said she’d kill you. She is an excellent shot, better than I am and much more cold-blooded. You want to stay far away from her”.
I could see anger flare in his face and just as quickly pass. I’ll need to watch him. He does not like being told what to do. “Okay. That sounds like a good idea. We should move on as soon as the weather is good. We had not really planned on staying in this area anyway”.
I stood and took a couple of steps back. I looked at him for a few seconds trying to assess what was going through his mind but his face was blank. I turned and left him there, tapping the ground with one hand.
When I got back to the house Terri was in Mom’s bedroom; she was comforting Terri.
“They will be staying here through winter and then be leaving. They won’t be settling in the valley. I thought it would be best if they completely left the area”.
Mom nodded. “It’s too bad about the girls though. They would be welcome. I hate to think what it must be like living with him. I’ll miss Sharon. It was nice having someone around who knows the old world, someone to talk to about stuff”.
I left them there and returned to the workshop. When I walked in I could still detect the odor of sex in the air. The bed remained askew. I kept thinking back to Janelle’s question, “Who do you want to fuck first”? I wasn’t sure then. Now I knew it could not happen. They would be leaving in the spring.
The next two months were very tense. I saw little of John and avoided him when I did see him. Terri walked around everywhere. I suspected she was deliberately trying to have an encounter with John. She always carried a small bag with her. I had no doubt about what was in the bag. John had his meals with Sharon in their quarters in the bunkhouse. Janelle and Mikey came around to the barn a couple of times when they knew I was there and John was too far away to catch them. I gave them a brief hello and sent them on their way. It was not easy, as every time I saw them some very pleasurable memories would return. Unfortunately for me, it also brought back all the guilt I felt over my getting a blowjob while Terri was getting raped. Plus, the only reason for the blowjob was to give him the opportunity.
The two girls were very much like Terri in that they could be very quiet. They were always sneaking up on me. If I did not see them coming, my first clue they were even nearby would be Mikey or Janelle rubbing their breasts against my back.
“Whatcha doin”? They had done it again. I was sharpening our scythes and I almost cut myself when they startled me. I could feel Mikey behind me, or rather; I could feel her two nipples poking me in the back. I stepped forward to put some distance between us and then turned around. I had learned my lesson earlier about just turning around. The first time I had done that, I found Mikey in front of me pushing forward so that her breasts were right in my hands. She was not a tall girl. I knew she was somewhere under five feet. She was not that much taller than my oldest children.
“I’m just sharpening some tools. They get dull fast. You need to leave. I have told you too many times you cannot come in here with me. If your Dad sees you with me you know your mother has a hard time with him”. As I finished, I motioned that she should leave.
Her face turned dark, “Don’t call him my dad. He is not my dad”. She just looked at me and then turned and left without saying anything else. Boy, I hit a nerve there.
I stepped over to the door, staying in the shadows and watched her butt sway as she walked away. Thank god this erection did not start while we were back in the barn together. I might not have been able to get her to leave, or worse, I might not have let her leave.
When she was out of sight I returned and slowly worked through all the tools that needed sharpening. It was pretty much an excuse to be away from everyone. I knew the tension with John was spilling over to how I was reacting with my family. I had been short with several of the kids over the last week.
Just as it started getting dark Terri brought out some dinner for me. It was Saturday and our “guests” always came up to the house to eat with us on Saturdays. This gave her a good excuse not to be there when John arrived. She sat and tried to draw me out in conversation but I was not in the mood so she finally left. For the next hour I sat there and thought about the situation; how can it be resolved? I finally decided that since he is going to be here for a few more months maybe I should break the ice with him and we can make the best of a bad situation. I’ll try tomorrow.
It was long after dinner when I left the barn for the house. In the dark I thought I saw someone outside by the bunkhouse but it was hard to see. Thinking it might be John, I decided to go over and just say hello. Maybe that can be the first step to our being at least civil.
As I approached the building I could see there was no one outside. There were lights on inside but curtains covered the windows so I could not see anyone. I was just turning to leave when I heard a sharp sound from inside followed by a cry. It sounded like a hand slapping skin. I turned back around and stepped closer to the window. It was open because of the heat and I could hear low voices coming through it.
“I told you to stay away him”. It was John and I could hear the anger in his voice. He must have seen Mikey enter or leave the barn this afternoon. “I just wanted to talk to him”. It was Mikey. “No, Please”. I heard the slapping again followed by Mikey beginning to cry. “If you just wanted to talk then why were you naked”? I did not hear Mikey reply. She finally choked out “We all go around like that now. I didn’t do it for him”.
I heard a noise some distance behind me. When I turned around I saw Sharon and Janelle walking towards me. It was dark and I was far enough away that I did not think they saw me. I stepped behind a tree and waited for them to pass me and go inside.
When the door closed I started to walk away. I stopped when I heard Sharon exclaim, “Why did you hit this girl”? There were some low sounds that I could not make out then Sharon spoke up again, “Don’t raise your hand to me. You hit me again and I’ll never sleep with you again. And you’ll never get to sleep with these girls either”.
When I got to the house I kept what I had heard that night to myself. I said goodnight to the kids that were still up and then went into my bedroom. When I opened the door I could see someone in my bed. As I got closer I saw it was Terri. She had fallen asleep waiting for me. It was a bit of a surprise. She had not slept with me since John attacked her. I thought perhaps she was now put off by men, me included. I was also afraid she had found out about the diversion I had fallen for and blamed me. When I got in bed she turned over and put her arms around me. With a very sleepy voice she said, “I’ve missed you. It’s time for me to get pregnant but I’m tired. Do you mind if we wait until morning”?
I was relieved. She was not mad at me. “No, it’s fine. I’m just glad to have you here”. She quickly fell back asleep. With her head on my shoulder, I followed her a few minutes later.
The next morning she kept her promise. We made love very slowly. It started with us laying on our sides with her back to me. When I entered her she reached down and pushed me deeper into her with the flat of her hand. Once I was buried in her she gently grabbed my balls and pulled them towards her with each stroke. I had my arms around her and was caressing her from her breasts down into her pubic hair. While I was lightly running my fingers in her hair she reached up, took my hand and moved it lower. With her fingers on top of mine she pushed my fingers against her clitoris. It was plain that she did not want me to move my fingers. She wanted to move my fingers for me. As my fingers were moved around I could also feel my shaft against them, slowly sliding in and out of her. As the feeling was building up in me I wanted to speed up but I held back. I knew she needed this. The slow easy lovemaking was helping her.
A while later she turned over and then pulled at me to get on top of her. “I think you are ready now. I know I am. Give me a good fucking. I want to remember only you ever being on top of me”.
As I lifted up to get on top of her she pulled her feet up the bed towards her butt, bending her knees. She then spread her knees out until they were almost flat on the bed. I was still in a bit of a tender mood so I was moving slowly. I was finally on top of her but I had not entered her yet. My cock was right at the entrance. I could feel her pelvis straining to get down to me. With frustration in her voice she asked, “Did you not understand me? I said I wanted a good fucking. Now fuck me”.
I needed no further words of encouragement. I pushed forward and ran into her right up to the hilt. She gave a loud gasp. “That’s what I need. That feels so good. Not only did he make me mad, he has a little dick”.
I began thrusting faster in and out of her. She had both arms around me and was pulling me down tight against her on the bed. Each time I reached bottom she let out a gasp. I could feel her head move up on the bed as each stoke hit her. After another stroke I heard her say “Harder”.
I almost laughed. “I can’t get any harder”.
“I know. I’m the one down here. I meant fuck me harder”.
I picked up speed slamming hard into her. She had hooked her legs around my waist so she was tight against me as I pushed her down into the bed. The springs were really earning their pay. “Yes. That’s it Danny. More. More. Right……there”. She arched her body hard against mine and she dug her nails into my back. And then her pussy clamped down on me. That was all I could take. I pushed as deep as I could in her, and I did not so much release the sperm in her as it just all shot out of me into her. It was like one long continuous ejaculation.
We were both spent and just laid there trying to catch our breath. Finally she smiled and pushed at me. “Hey you need to get off of me. Remember I’m the little kid sister. You are squashing me”.
I let my weight sag down a bit. I was not above rising to the bait with my little sister. Even if I was on top of her with my cock still buried in her. But I was really happy to see that her sense of humor had returned.
“Hey, you are squashing me, I can’t breathe”.
But being the nice big brother I am, I lifted my weight off of her and then rolled over to the side. She followed me and put one leg up on mine and an arm across my chest. “That was very nice. I would let you do it to me again if I thought we would survive”.
Over the next few weeks, as summer was coming to an end, my bedroom became a case of musical chairs with Terri, Megan and Susan. They were all trying to get pregnant quickly so that they could deliver before summer began again. They had all learned that the heat of summer was not a great time to be walking around with a swollen belly. Mom and Shelly had delivered just a few months ago and wanted a break. I did not mind at all. Just the three women kept me busy day and night. I also learned to check the bed before I got in. On a couple of different occasions I found either Janelle or Mikey, naked in my bed, waiting for me. It took some real willpower to send them off. It is not easy to pull the covers back on your bed, find a beautiful naked, extremely willing, young girl, and then send her away.
The weather had just started to turn cooler when mom approached me and said I needed to get a few hunting trips in. I had not given it much thought during the summer. The arrival of our new people, and all the work we had this summer had completely occupied my mind. Mom suggested I take John. She said they could use the meat when they left and it would get him away for a while. That would allow Janelle, Mikey and Sharon to relax with the rest of our family before they had to leave.
I told her I would ask, but I didn’t know if he would take me up on it. We were not exactly hunting buddies. Since I was not so keen on the idea I did not search him out for a few days. When I finally explained mom’s idea to him, leaving out the part about the girls relaxing without him, he surprised me by saying “That’s a great idea. And she is right. We could use the meat when we leave. When do you want to go”?
I was not ready for that question. I had so firmly believed he would not be interested I had not given it any thought. “Well, I will have several trips this fall so it should be pretty soon”.
“How about we leave tomorrow”?
I did not really have any reason not to so I said, “Okay. I travel light. Change of clothes, sometimes we have bad weather this time of year. A pup tent. Food for a couple of days. We will leave around 5AM tomorrow. It will take us almost all day to get where I hunt. I use a bow by the way”.
He gave me a funny look. “I’ve never used a bow so I’ll just take my rifle. I’m pretty good with it. I’ll see you by the barn in the morning”. He left, walking towards the bunkhouse.
In the morning, as I began to get out of bed, Terri rolled over and gave me a hug. “Are you sure you don’t want me to shoot him now? It could save you a lot of trouble”.
I hugged her back. “No, if he needs shooting I’ll do it for you”.
She turned back over and with a very sleepy voice said, “Don’t take all my fun away”. I kissed her on the forehead and she was already back asleep.
It was going to be cold in the mountains so I dressed appropriately. When I left I found John sitting by the barn waiting for me. It looked like he had everything he needed in a backpack. As I walked up I said, “It looks like you’re ready. Lets’ hit the trail”.
Little was said as we walked. Daylight found us miles from home. As we walked around one ridge I pointed out a couple of roads John’s family would take on their way to the San Joaquin Valley. It was where he said they would be going come spring.
It was evening when we finally arrived where I usually camped. We made some dinner, put up our tents and I immediately went to sleep. The next morning I found John already up. “While you were sleeping this morning I saw a large herd of deer move across that side of the mountain over there and then go over the top. There were several really good sized deer in it. Now you are probably better with that bow than I am with this rifle,” though the look on his face said otherwise, “but since some of this meat is for us I would like to be responsible for getting a couple of the deer”.
It sounded reasonable to me. Any man would want to be responsible for providing for his family. “How do you want to do it”?
“Well I’ve been thinking about that for the last hour, waiting for you to wake”. He pointed over to where the deer had moved through. “It has not been very long. I bet they are on the other side of that ridge feeding. There is a technique that has worked really well for me in Virginia. There is a deer trail over there”. He pointed behind me. “I want you to follow it. I think it will take you right around to the other side of this mountain.
While you are doing that I’m going to move over to where the deer moved up. I’ll be positioned about fifty yards below that ridge. It should take you about an hour to get there. When you do, just start walking up the mountain making noise. The deer will hear you and flush out in front of you. When they break over the top I’ll pick a couple of good ones and drop them”.
I could not find any fault with his plan. It seemed very reasonable. I picked up my bow and quiver and took a step towards the deer trail. “Do you need those”? I stopped and turned. He was pointing at my bow.
“Yes. You never know what you’ll meet here. I lost my dad years ago to a bear. Plus, I might get a chance for something after you get yours. If they cross back over the ridge I might drop something”. He nodded and I turned and began following the trail.
It was a rough trail in parts but he was right, it seemed to be working its way horizontally around the mountain. If it stayed this way I should end up right where he wanted me. It took me almost exactly an hour to reach a point that I thought was equal to where he would be waiting on the other side. I began walking up, not trying to be quiet. I was not deliberately making noise but I knew I was being loud enough to flush any deer. It was very rough going on this side except for one part that flattened out. There was even a pretty deep stream that ran down the mountain. I was lucky I did not have to cross it to get where I wanted. The stream had steep sides and there was one waterfall drop that I could see where it fell onto rocks below. It looked rough but it was pretty.
As I continued making my way up I hoped I was moving the deer up. I had not seen anything or heard anything but this side was pretty heavily wooded. With my luck they probably moved sideways around the mountain instead of going back over the top. I had reached a point about sixty yards from the top when I stopped and leaned against a tree for a breather. The steep climb had really tired me out. I was just getting ready to push off and resume my climb when suddenly the tree I was leaning against exploded next to my face. My face was peppered with bark as I fell backwards on the ground. Just a moment later the sound of the rifle shot rolled down to me. Damn. He’s not a hunter. He shoots at any movement. What is he doing on this side? Did I take too long climbing up?
I was trying to blink pieces of bark out of my eyes when I heard his voice, “Dan? Are you okay? Where are you”?
Laying on my back I called out to him, “You dumb shit! That was not a deer. You almost hit me”. I was almost able to see again. I began rolling over so I could get up.
His voice seemed closer now as he called out to me, “Are you okay? I thought I saw a deer. I didn’t hit you did I? Stand up so I can see you”?
I stood up and looked up the hill to see where he was. “No, you did not hit me. I’m okay. I just got hit with some bark”. I knew he was not too far away by the sound of his voice earlier, but I could not see him walking down towards me. As I scanned above me I saw something flash to one side. I looked closer and I spotted John standing against a tree. Then I saw what flashed. He had the rifle up pointed at me. It was the sun reflecting off the scope that I saw. I jumped towards the tree and actually heard the shot pass right next to my cheek. As the sound of the shot came to me I was moving from tree to tree working my way back downhill. I took a chance after about twenty five yards and looked back to see him working his way downhill after me. When he saw me stop and look back he quickly raised the rifle but I moved into some dense trees so he did not have a clear shot.
A couple of times the trees thinned out and he took a quick shot at me. I heard the shell hit trees but I was lucky so far. He must have lost me a couple of times as he would call out to me to try and get me to reveal where I was. The last time he was really close to me. “Dan, you might as well come out. I’ll get you eventually. If you come out now and don’t make me work too hard I’ll make it easy on you. One shot. You won’t even feel it. You make me run you down this mountain and it will just make me mad. Don’t be like Frank. He made me work. I was not very nice to him in the end. I’ll put a couple in your legs and arms. Then I’ll gut shoot you and just leave you here. You might even meet that bear that got your father”.
Who the hell is Frank? Then I remembered Terri’s story. John had gone hunting with Sharon’s husband and he did not return.
Very quietly I began moving down again. From the sound I knew I was near the stream. Maybe it would give me a way out. When I reached it I saw that it would be no help. The chasm was too wide to jump across and the sides were too steep to get down. Then an idea came to me. I took the quiver off my belt. I took most the arrows out and spread them around on the ground like they had fallen. I kept five of the arrows and dropped the quiver on the ground. Looking up and down the stream I picked the high side as having the best field of view. I walked up slowly making sure I was not leaving tracks. I found a spot between two trees that shielded me pretty well but still left me with a good view of where I had dropped the arrows.
When I heard the first twig break I took a step back between the trees, notched an arrow and pulled the string back to my cheek. I knew I would have to hold it until he showed himself. I could not risk him seeing any movement. After a minute there was no sign of him. My arms were beginning to burn. He must have gone another way and is not coming here at all. Just as I was about to lower the bow John stepped out from behind a tree. How long had he been standing there? He walked over to the side of the stream and looked down. He stepped back, picked up a couple of arrows and then tossed them over the side down into the water. “Well Dan, you should have listened to me. I told you I would have given you an easier way out. A fall down into those rocks couldn’t have been much fun”. And then he laughed.
I was not totally sure I could do it until he laughed. I took careful aim. It was a level shot, no wind and I had his side towards me. It was a tight shot but I was pretty good. He had stepped back from the edge and was now pissing on a tree. The arrow took him through the neck and buried itself deep in the tree. I notched another arrow and stepped out from the trees. He must have heard me because he was trying to turn his head to see me. However the arrow through his neck would not let him. I let another go and it took him deep in the side. He sagged with that hit, the arrow through his neck broke and he fell into a sitting position against the tree.
When I got up to him his eyes followed me but he was unable to talk. I was fine with that. There was nothing he had to say that I was interested in. His eyes began to sink down. “John. John, look at me”. His eyes rose slowly back up to mine. “I just wanted you to know something before you die. The first arrow was for me. The second was for Terri. And I have to tell you. She is going to be pretty mad at me when I get back home and she finds out she is not going to get to shoot you after all”.
I squatted down in front of him and waited. It did not take long. It was less than a minute before the life faded out of his eyes. I picked up my quiver, replaced the arrows and began working my way back to camp. I slept well that night. The next day I got a deer the first thing in the morning and then started home.
When I was in sight of the house it was the kids that saw me first. A bunch came out and tackled me, taking me to the ground in their welcome home. After some wrestling I had them take the meat over to the meat house to be put away. When I got to the porch I found Mom and Terri sitting in their rocking chairs. They started to say hello as I approached, but they must have seen something in my face and they stopped. They looked around me and Mom finally asked, “John”?
I said simply, “He didn’t make it”.
Terri smiled. Mom did not say anything for a while, she just looked at me. Finally she must have decided I was okay. “Come on inside. Sharon and the girls are in the kitchen canning fruit to take with them next spring. Let’s let them know they won’t be leaving after all”.

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Angel: Destroyed by Dad parts 5, 6, and End

Part 5
After all the men had dumped their seed during my first ever gang bang, they took a break and went to the living room to watch more porn and drink some more. I fell into a fitful sleep on the bed while the strangers’ cum oozed out of my holes. I’m not sure how long they were gone for, but after awhile a few of them came back into the room, rousing me from my light sleep. I felt starved and thirsty; immediately the pain in my restrained arms came back. The masked men stared down at me as I awakened, fear coming right back to me. I recognized my dad by voice as the men talked amongst themselves.
“Jack, do we have to keep her tied up? And what about her mouth, I want her mouth, too…” said the guy with the red mask on.
“Hmm, well Eddie, I guess there are enough of us here to keep her in the room if we unbound her. I don’t think she could escape us. As far as cock sucking, she may try to bite your dick off. Unless you have a gun you’re hiding up in your naked gut somewhere?” My eyes widened as I heard my dad say that. He was horrible! Even Eddie’s eyebrows raised at that. My dad left the room, and to my horror, came back with a handgun. I froze in fear.
“Now Jack…” said Eddie.
“It’s fine, Eddie,” said Dad. “Angel, if I untie your arms and mouth, are you going to cooperate?” Dad asked. I nodded, eager to be free from my restraints. Dad walked over and began releasing my arms from the bed. He pointed the gun at my head. “Now. I don’t want you saying a single word. Do you understand? Not one. I have this gun here. You don’t see a bullet, right? ‘Cause the bullet is in the gun. Okay?” my father said to me. I began crying hard but staying very quiet as I nodded. A few more men walked into the room.
“This is gonna be great,” said Dad, still aiming the gun at me as I rubbed my sore wrists and struggled to my feet only to be pushed down on my knees on the carpet. “First, some cock sucking lessons. Angel, get on your knees in front of Eddie. Look up at him. See his cock? You’re gonna put that inside your mouth. Do it, now. Start with the tip.”
I gingerly moved in front of Eddie, my teary eyes looking up at his, which were on my jiggling tits with lust. My hands were shaking, wrists and arms so sore as I raised them to his sweaty cock and balls. The balls were soft in my hands, and fuzzy. He sighed a little at my touch. Dad backed up a little as I raised the cockhead to my lips and tasted the nasty stranger’s prick. I shrieked when I felt the cold metal of the gun on my wet pussy lips. I turned around to see Dad putting the barrel of the gun in my cunt. Eddie grabbed my hair roughly, forcing my attention on his cock. My mouth was so dry, the only lubrication was my tears.
Eddie’s prick was salty in my mouth, not a bad taste, but not a good one either. I inserted another inch, holding the base of it, stroking him and sucking him like I’d seen in so many pornos. Soon I was swallowing his cock down to the base while cupping his balls. He began moaning and fucking my face, forcing his prick into my throat. Several other masked men stepped up around him, their own hard dicks out in my face for sucking. My dad kept the gun in my pussy as Tom grabbed me off of Eddie’s dick and forced me on my knees in front of his own. I was breathless, terrified, feeling chills through my entire body.
Through my tears, I looked up at Tom while I choked his cock down. He looked away while he began building up a pace within my mouth. I was then pulled away from his dick, and another cock was forced in my face, I don’t know whose. My hair was disheveled and completely in my eyes. I sucked blindly and grabbed balls and stroked cocks while Dad kept the cold gun barrel inside my wet pussyhole.
I was choking on Jim’s cock when he said, “Damn, somebody get this bitch a glass of water. I can feel how thirsty she is, her mouth is so dry on my cock!” Somebody left the room and got a glass of tap water for me, which I chugged down immediately. Jim forced his cock back in my mouth after I drank the water. It went in easier now, and wasn’t quite so difficult with some lubrication.
Pretty soon Jim was being pushed away and another cock was stuffed in my mouth. I felt my dad remove his gun from my poor pussy and replace it instead with his cock. He began fucking me from behind while I was on my sore hands and knees sucking various pricks. The men were groaning with my oral and manual attention.
Dad began fucking me with a rapid pace, his balls swinging against my asscheeks while he thrust into his daughter’s cunt again and again. His hands hard on my hips. He started slapping my asscheeks, alternating between the two, as he fucked me fast and hard. I felt sore, and so tired, so hungry… Very soon I was thirsty again, sucking the cocks of all of these men simultaneously was tough work and totally non-consensual.
Pretty soon I felt Dad shoot his load into my womb again, his meat pulsating deep within me. He stayed still for a few moments and then pulled out, his prick quickly replaced with someone else’s, I couldn’t tell whose it was since they were behind me. The new fucker pounded me hard and fast as well– I knew they had all taken some of Dad’s “little blue sex pills.” I choked on the cock in front of me, it being forced down into my gullet. Looking up through my messy hair I saw it was the purple masked man, Joel, I think. He was staring down at me, burying his prick in my throat, his balls against my chin.
Joel was shoved out of the way by Bob, who rammed his hard prick into my mouth and fucked my face hard while tugging on my hair. His balls slapped against my face with the force of his thrusting into my throat. I gagged and sputtered, feeling dizzy. The pounding in my pussy from behind continued. I could feel the cock inside me erupt, and quickly it was pulled out and another replacing it in seconds. I felt cum dribbling out of my pussy.
While Bob’s cock was in my mouth, another guy tried forcing his prick in there too– I looked up, it was Tom, with his long prick pointed upwards at my face. Bob withdrew his cock from my throat a little so Tom could get his meat in my mouth along with Bob’s. There were two pricks in my mouth, another fucking my pussy. Soon the pussyfucker shot his load and Bob stepped away from my mouth and went up behind me.
Tom continued fucking my face hard while I felt Bob rub his cock all up and down my slit. I was out of breath and completely parched. Bob was pounding into me forcefully, his rod as hard as steel. The men were roughly jamming their cocks into my mouth and pulling on my hair. Bob started spanking me while he fucked me from behind. My small tits bounced against my chest with his thrusts.
Several minutes later, Bob was still fucking me and I could take no more cocks in my sore, dry mouth. My upper body collapsed against the floor, my face flat in the dirty carpet, and I passed out as I felt Bob pull his cock from my pussy and jam it into my ass.
When I came to, I was on my back on top of someone, surrounded by the crowd of masked men in Dad’s bedroom. I became aware of a hard dick up in my asshole as I was forced up and down on it, my pussy bulging open and oozing sperm. Jim was standing in front of me, holding his cock in his hand. He was about to fuck me while someone else was in my ass! I was about to be double penetrated!
“No…” I said, my voice scratchy and a whisper. Jim paid no attention as he aimed his prick at my pussy. The hard meat parted my wet slit and slid in a few inches. I gasped, he was so thick and long! Meanwhile whoever was fucking my ass slowed down so Jim could get himself inside me. Tears began welling up in my eyes again with the brutal assault. My ass felt split, full of man meat, and now Jim was stuffing his uncut prick in my poor teen pussy!
Jim was inside me about halfway, both men groaning as they pushed themselves in me. My stuffed asshole made my pussy feel even tighter around Jim’s large cock, and Jim stuffing my pussy made my ass feel tighter around the cock lodged up in my bowels. I moaned with the pain of being double stuffed. Jim bent down and began kissing my neck, then to my horror, kissing me on my lips. I tried tossing my head around to prevent him from kissing my face, but he held my head in his hands so he could forcefully kiss me.
The man underneath me groaned while fucking my ass. He and Jim began alternately fucking in and out of my used holes. I could feel previous sperm deposits oozing down my legs. Everyone else in the room were jacking their hard cocks to the sight of me getting double penetrated on the floor. Double raped. There was my dad, staring evilly at me from the corner, his hard meat in his hand as he rapidly wanked it. The asshole winked at me as he saw me glaring at him.
Jim began pounding my pussy hard, groaning on top of me, sweat glistening on his hard body. I could only see half of his face since he had the black mask on. He closed his eyes in obvious ecstasy as he fucked me hard, enjoying the feeling of his cock buried in my pussy while another prick was stuck secure in my ass. I closed my eyes too, wishing the assault would soon end.
Suddenly Jim went still inside my womb. He was unloading another dose of cum up inside me! I groaned with the feeling of my insides being so stuffed. Jim’s cum oozed out of me as he withdrew his cock. The man in my ass fucked me hard for a few minutes while the other guys debated which one would step up to fuck my cunt next.
I closed my eyes as someone else stood over top of me and straddled my body, cock hard and ready for my unprotected hole. My breath caught in my throat as my pussy was immediately filled up with one hard thrust. I could tell from the cock that it was Tom; his cock pointed upwards and I could feel it stimulating me in areas where the other men’s cocks didn’t reach. A moan involuntarily escaped my lips as Tom fucked me hard, his balls swinging wildly as he grunted with the efforts.
“Fuck, you are an amazing cunt, little girl…” Tom said through clenched teeth. He was fucking me deep, his pubic mound grinding hard against mine. I cried out as he began squeezing my tits hard and then tonguing them and sucking my nipples. “Ugh, God, I love fucking you while Joel is buried up in your ass, it makes your sweet pussy even tighter!” he laughed.
The men groaned as they fell into a smooth rhythm fucking my holes. Soon both of them were grunting as they unloaded their cum in my asshole and pussy almost simultaneously. Tom quickly pulled his dripping cock from my cunt and Eddie was pulling me over to him as he lay on his back on the floor. He forced me to sit on top of his prick, and bounced me up and down on his cock for a few minutes. My face was smashed into his chest as he held me down tightly to him.
I felt someone step up behind me and press a cock to my ass again. Eddie held me hard against him as I squirmed with the force of my ass being split open once more. My ass was slapped while my asshole was being filled up. I cried as I lifted my head slightly, the eyes of all the men in the room on me lustfully while they observed my torment and couldn’t wait to get back inside me. My father, the instigator, one of them. Jacking his hard prick at the sight of his daughter’s forced gang fuck.
Eddie’s cock went further up in my womb as my ass was stuffed with meat. The cock in my rectum was soon buried fully, balls pressing against my ass. Whoever was fucking my ass began pounding me hard — Eddie couldn’t even fuck me, he had to stay still in my cunt while the assfucker pounded away at me from behind. Eddie just closed his eyes with the bliss of being in my teen cunt.
The guy in my ass pounded hard and fast for a few more minutes before I felt his cock pulse in my bowels and spurts of cum began shooting into my bowels once more. My insides were coated with cum. There was groaning as the cock spermed inside me. Eddie remained still underneath me while the man in my ass finished dumping his load, then pulled out of me abruptly. I moaned as another man stepped up and started fucking my ass immediately.
This went on for what seemed like eternity. I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness and my body was pulled around in all directions and stuffed with numerous pricks. My body felt too weak to endure much more. At some point, after what seemed like dozens of loads of cum were injected into my body, I felt myself being lifted onto the bed. The room had emptied.
There was a pause, then my father appeared over my body, again about to fuck my young, destroyed pussy. I was so out of it that I was hardly aware of the feeling of his prick sinking back into my warm, cum-soaked hole. There was the weight of his body on top of me once more. His prick easily fucked in and out of my wet cunt. He was grunting with the effort, his body sweating atop mine as he stared hard into my eyes.
A few minutes later I felt my dad slam as deep into me as he could, his cock pulsing once more as he released his sperm in his daughter’s womb. While his cock throbbed inside me, I hatefully glared at him.
“You know, Dad, my dog is a much better fuck than you,” I said. And then he hit me hard in the face, and everything went black as I passed out again, this time for hours.
Part 6
Dad had me locked back up in the cage, leaving me shivering in the basement, feeding me bread, pudding, water, and apple juice occasionally, and fucking my pussy every night for hours. My subsistence had become a hellish extreme; enduring daily rapings while being held captive like an animal at the hands of my father. I was now uncertain how much time had gone by since I was first restrained in the basement that fateful, warm summer night.
My belly had become swollen, and I knew it was most likely my father’s child developing inside me. I cried myself to sleep every night after Dad was finished depositing his seed in my pregnant womb. It had probably been a few months since he caught me fucking the dog out back and began holding me captive as some kind of punishment. I didn’t know how much more I could take…
He had been arranging weekly gang bangs with masked men, charging them to do whatever they want to me the whole night long. The men fucked my ass and pussy and forced their cocks in my mouth. One night they ended the gang bang by pissing on me and actually inside my pussy. During the last one, I recognized some of my male relatives by voice: Uncle Donald, sperming again and again in my ass, he didn’t fuck my pussy once. My older male cousin Peter, who sucked my nipples the entire time he fucked my cunt. My grandfather– my dad’s dad, another drunk asshole like his son. His horrible, wrinkly body pressing down on his teen granddaughter, making me gag into my gag.
Since my body was now clearly showing signs of pregnancy, Dad was now more frequently lining men up to fuck his teen daughter. I overheard him saying how it was so easy to find men who’d pay to fuck a pregnant girl. Apparently a lot of men were turned on by the thought of fucking a pregnant pussy. Dad began arranging for a few different men to have sex with me every night, charging them hundreds of dollars each. He had to be accumulating a small fortune by prostituting his daughter. I felt I had become a sex slave in my own childhood home.
The men ran their rough hands all over my swollen belly as they plunged their cock in and out of my pussy and ass. Squeezing my sore tits, suckling my nipples, trying to encourage milk to spurt out. Each time, I was restrained on Dad’s bed with a ball gag in my mouth. Dad would escort the man to the room and then leave him to do whatever he wanted with me. If there was a gang bang, Dad would join in of course. The men seemed to fuck me more passionately knowing I was full of child.
One night Dad decided to do something a little different. He put a dog collar on me with a leash and some handcuffs around my wrists and forced me to the bedroom floor. A group of men were standing around, all wearing cheap colored masks. I heard my beloved Golden Retriever Beefy down in the basement barking. But I could hear the barks of other dogs, too, coming from outside somewhere…
“Manny, go get your dog from your truck, man,” said my dad. “Let’s get this bitch fucked!” he laughed. I raised me eyebrows. Dad was going to let me get dog fucked? My heart began beating fast– this I would actually enjoy! Not the rapings I’d been enduring at the hands of men!
“I want to fuck her first, come on let us fuck her first before the dogs do,” said the one called Manny, rubbing his cock. All the men were nude except for the masks, all sporting hard cocks for me.
“Alright, yeah, that’s fine — fuck her preggo cunt all you want,” said Dad with a chuckle. The men queued up over me as I sat handcuffed on the floor. One of them pushed me to my back and quickly spread my legs, caressing my hard belly while he pressed his prickhead to my cunthole. I gasped as he shoved himself hard up in my womb. He grunted like an animal as he quickly worked up a sweat over my petite body. Someone else was holding the leash. Men were jacking their cocks in my face as I looked up blankly.
The man fucking my cunt unloaded the first dose of sperm to my pussy for the gang bang, and within seconds of his cock being pulled out it was replaced with someone else’s. I could tell from the voice that it was my Uncle Jason! His body hairy, covering mine as he shoved his prick into my hole and moaned on top of me. His cock erupted jets of sperm within minutes, lubricating my cunt very well for man #3 of the evening.
My cunt was quickly stuffed again full of meat, this man now sucking my nipples hard and holding my hips firmly as his rod plunged in and out of my wet pussyhole. He kissed my neck while fucking me, making me squirm underneath him. My handcuffed wrists were being held up over my head as I was being pounded on my back. His prick began spurting deep in my womb several minutes later.
The rest of the men took a turn, a dozen of them in all plus my dad. My pussy oozed with all of the loads of cum inside. Finally one of them walked out, and when he came back in he was holding the collar of a strong looking brindle-colored pit bull. I was forced onto my knees and elbows on the floor, ass in the air. The dog was excited. He was led behind me where one of the men instructed him to lick my ass and pussy slit. Immediately the dog slurped his long tongue out at my cum filled cunt and I moaned loudly.
The long tongue felt like heaven on my abused pussy. All this time I’d been raped repeatedly and none of the men were thoughtful enough to eat my pussy out to give me some pleasure before rutting away inside me. I shuddered as the dog began licking my entire slit, covering from asshole to clit in a single long slurp. My ass was raised voluntarily in the air for the dog to eat me as intensively as possible. I moaned with the pleasure of the animal’s oral attention.
“Come here, Bull, up, up,” said one of the men, calling the dog to jump up on my back. After a few playful circles around me, the dog followed command and jumped upon me, weighing me down with its muscular body. The dog was panting already as he started humping at my backside. I wiggled my ass around, feeling the hard nub of the dog’s cock starting to come out of his sheath.
The dog started humping wildly, stabbing his prick into my asscrack and at my asscheeks. I was on my hands and knees like a bitch, trying to get the beast to insert his prick into my cunthole. Men I hated– dogs I loved!
Unfortunately, the tip of the dog’s prick felt the warmth of my asshole, and feeling my orifice around his knob he immediately began thrusting hard to get more of himself inside me. I grunted as I felt his hips press hard against my butt, struggling to stuff his meat in my asshole. The men were laughing as they watched the dog about to fuck my ass on the floor.
The dog, called Bull by the men, started humping me with an intensely rapid pace, reminding me of the night Beefy fucked my ass and Dad found me tied to him in the backyard. I moaned as the prick began growing inside my asshole. The dog’s forceful pounding was pushing me all around the carpet, rug-burn beginning to make my knees hurt.
Meanwhile, as Bull fucked me fast, I felt his prick getting even longer up my ass, reaching for my bowels to unload his cum. I was whimpering below him while being dominated by the big, strong dog. The men were laughing and cheering as the dog was effectively making me his bitch. I could feel the knot swelling up inside me, making me feel even more bloated and pregnant. One of the assholes was filming the ordeal.
About 10 minutes since the animal started fucking me, his knot felt impossibly swollen, filling me to capacity. Then the dog went still over top of me, panting hard in my ear. His cock suddenly twitched deep in my rectum and I felt it explode with cum up in my guts. I groaned as I felt the hot liquid gush out of his prick and into my ass.
“Yeah! I think he’s cumming in her! Yeah Bull, sperm up inside that bitch of yours!” yelled one guy.
“Fuck that ass, yeah, fuck that ass, fuck that pregnant whore…” another was hissing through clenched teeth as he jerked his prick hard.
“That’s fucking hot, ugh, look at that slut, knotted to that fucking big dog. Roger, make sure you zoom in close up on her stuffed ass! Fuck!” said another guy as he also masturbated his cock furiously at the sight of me tied to the dog. The guy filming walked behind me to get an up close shot of my stuffed asshole and bulging pregnant belly.
A few minutes later and the dog began struggling on top of my back, trying to get his prick and knot out of my ass. I shrieked as he turned ass to ass with me and tried to pull away, his knotted cock tugging on my insides. One of the men walked up and slapped my ass and the others laughed. Another one came up and unloaded his cum on my asscheek, then slapped my ass hard where his sperm puddle was, making the cum he deposited splatter all over me and the dog.
While the animal was still in my ass, one of the men slid underneath of me and began trying to stuff his prick in my cunt while the dog was in my ass! This made the dog struggle more to get out of me. I screamed as he pulled again, his knot still lodged inside me. The man who was underneath me now was holding me close to him while his prick searched around for my cunt under my hard pregnant belly. I felt the man’s cock push into my cunthole and stab up into my womb. Again, the pit bull struggled to pull himself out of me. The man groaned with pleasure as he felt the pressure of the dog’s cock and knot in my ass.
Shortly after though the dog was able to finally pull his cock and large knot from my ass — I turned around to see the animal’s long red cock dripping cum, coated with sperm, with a huge knot about the size of my fist. I moaned as the cum began gushing out of my asshole.
“Fuck, the dog cum’s leaking all over my balls!” the guy below me exclaimed. All the men in the room laughed hard. Someone led the dog out of the room and in a few minutes another large dog was brought into the room — this was a Rottweiler, big, shiny, and black. This dog seemed to instantly get excited at the smell of sex in the room, tugging on its leash to get at me.
The man underneath me grunted as he spermed inside me and pushed me off of him roughly. I toppled over onto my back and the man holding the Rottweiler’s leash let it drop. The animal immediately bolted over to me and shoved its snout into my warm crotch. I squealed at the coolness of its nose on my pussy. The dog began licking at my cunt and I laid down on my back to give him better access. It began feeling incredibly pleasurable as his tongue lathered my pussy up good. This animal was very efficient at eating human cunt.
My moans grew louder in the room as the dog lapped my cum filled pussy steadily for a few minutes. He didn’t seem like he was interested in fucking me, though. I reached down near his cock and began rubbing his sheath as best as I could while manacled. When I saw a small red tip emerge from his belly, I spread my legs wider and one of the men encouraged the dog to jump up, placing its forepaws around my shoulders. The animal began humping at air, and I spread myself open a little wider to encourage the beast to fuck my pussy. Two men stepped up to hold my legs open wide and guide the dog’s prick to my pussyhole. I felt the hard prick stab at my slit and clit and gasped as it poked near my asshole — not again!
The men held me apart and I tried grinding my pussy at the dog’s emerging dick to get it inside me. I wanted to feel the dog prick in my cunt, not my ass! I wanted my cunt to be knotted for once! Another guy stepped up to help push the dog meat to my slit, encouraging it to fuck me. Then the dog suddenly felt the wet warmth of my pussy and lurched forward to pound into me. His front paws wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to him while his prick began entering my hole. I started moaning instantly, the prick was so hard, and I was so wet. The cum from the previous dog was leaking out of my ass, and I was being fucked now by the Rottweiler while laying in a pool of dog sperm.
My moans grew louder as the cock inside me grew, reaching for my womb. It felt so hard, like a bone. The man filming the dog sex got down on his hands and knees to film the prick filling me up. It was an intense pace, my back pressing hard against the rug as the animal struggled to get as much of himself in me as possible. I could feel the knot forming at the base of his cock, seeking to seal up my womb with the dog’s fuck juice.
I grunted as I raised my hips to meet the Rottweiler’s thrusts. The men were still holding my legs wide open, letting the dog reach deep into my hole. Small drops of drool were falling on my breasts as the animal panted over me with his incredible efforts. It seemed the prick had grown further still, reaching to my cervix, trying to deposit seed into my already pregnant womb! The dog pounded rapidly, its pace manic, the prick about to explode. Its knot felt incredible within my pussy walls. I loved it! Flashes were going off as some of the men were taking pictures of my dog prick filled pussy.
The guy filming was getting a close up of the dog about to unload sperm in me. Everyone was silent as the dog went still, its head resting on my breast. I began moaning as the cum flooded up inside me. The feeling was amazing, a hot gush of liquid coating my insides as the animal spurted inside of me for what seemed like several minutes. The cock pulsed inside me, the knot sealed most of the cum in my hole but I heard the guys exclaiming that they could see dog cum starting to ooze from me.
“Damn, this bitch will take any dog, I bet!” said one of the men. They all agreed. The Rottweiler was still on top of me, its breathing slowing now. The knot held the prick firmly in place deep in my hole. I could now feel cum trickling out of my overloaded pussy and dripping down my asscrack, joining the existing cum puddle underneath my ass. My pussy felt good so stuffed up. The meat filled me to capacity. I grinded my cunt as it was knotted to the dog, trying to make myself cum. The dog started struggling on top of me, now trying to break free as his objective of filling his bitch up was accomplished. I moaned as he tried to pull his cock and knot out but failed. He whined a little, more of his cum starting to ooze from my hole. A few minutes went by and his knot had deflated enough for him to pull it from my cunt, releasing a copious amount of semen from my hole. The men collectively gasped, laughed, and hollered when the sperm began gushing out of me.
Someone stood me up on my feet, and they took pictures and video of the cum running out of my holes and down my legs. I stood unsteadily while the men examined my stretched out holes. The Rottweiler, who had been licking his deflating cock, was soon led out of the room. I was pushed back down on my hands and knees on the cum soaked floor, and heard another big dog being led into the room several minutes later. This one was a Great Dane! The dog was huge and a light gray color; a very handsome animal.
“Come here Hercules, lick her preggo cunt, boy!” said one of the men, pushing the dog’s nose into my cunt from behind. I shivered at the cold nose touching my warm sex. Cum was still flowing from my holes. The Great Dane began licking the juices flowing from my ass and cunt. Someone spread my asscheeks to allow the animal easier access to clean my asshole. I moaned as the long, warm tongue covered my wet gash, effectively cleaning the previous cum loads from my holes to the best of its ability.
The dog was called up on my back, its huge body draping over my entire back. Once on top of me, someone pressed the dog’s hips against my ass to encourage him to hump me. I could feel the beast’s hard prick starting to twitch and rouse from its hiding place. A few minutes later and the animal was humping my backside, its balls swinging wildly at my pussy and ass. The prick was stabbing all around my holes, trying to get inside me. I wiggled my ass, trying to get the prick in my pussy.
The prickhead dug into my asscrack and slid down into my asshole, making me gasp. As the animal’s prick found a hole, he thrust his hips hard into me and began humping me rapidly. The force of the huge animal’s thrusts began pushing me around on the carpet, my knees getting further rug-burned. I cried out as I felt the massive cock growing in my shithole. The beast was huge, weighing me down as he forcefully pounded me. I didn’t like anal sex, I wanted to be fucked in the pussy! There was nothing I could do now as I was being penetrated rapidly by the large Great Dane. The animal panted loudly in my ear as he banged me hard.
My asshole stretched as its knot grew in my chute, the prick searching to unload inside me. I started shrieking as I felt the knot rammed further into my rectum, the prickhead reaching to my guts. It felt like a searing hot rod had been inserted in my asshole, tearing up my insides. After minutes of intense fucking, the dog became still, its prick could reach no further, the knot was buried in my asshole. Balls swung to a stop, and then the cock exploded inside me. Hot gushes of cum made me cry out. The cock spurted again and again, cum flooding my insides while I moaned. The dog stayed still after its cock was done erupting, knotted securely to my ass. The men were all jerking off as they watched the dog tied to its pregnant teen bitch, faces contorted as they pleasured themselves to the sight of the dog sodomizing me.
Cum was escaping my knotted hole and starting to drip down my thighs. I wiggled my ass a little, trying to encourage the dog to get off me now. He stayed still over my back for several more minutes, calming after fucking me wildly. More camera flashes were going off as the men took pictures of my stuffed asshole. I felt someone walk up to my pussy as I was tied to the dog on my hands and knees, and a cockhead was placed within my pussy slit, parting my lips just a little. Then I felt human cum spurting into my pussy while the dog was knotted to my ass. Whoever was unloading their sperm in my pussy from behind was moaning as they did so. This caused the dog to begin stirring, and the man’s cock was soon pulled away from my oozing hole and the dog started trying to pull away from me.
I moaned as the huge knot bulged in my asshole, the long prick secure in my guts. Someone started calling the dog over and the animal began dragging me behind him while trotting over to the man. I squealed as I was dragged by my asshole across the room. The men were laughing and filming away. Some of the guys started pulling my blond hair and squeezing my tits. One of the guys jerking his cock in my face suddenly spurted ropes of cum all over my face, all in my eyes. I was still knotted to the Great Dane. The other guys followed suit jerking their cocks in my face, and my face was soon covered with loads of cum. They spermed in my hair and everything, and it dripped down my forehead into my eyes and down my cheeks. I felt a load shooting into my ear and tried to pull away but was roughly held in place by my hair. Soon my entire head was covered with loads of cum.
The Great Dane pulled out of me soon after the group of men unloaded their cum all over my face. The copious amount of dog sperm that had been injected into my bowels was now flowing freely out of my asshole. Somebody reached behind me and stuck a few fingers in my ass, scooping up dog cum and then wiping it on my lips, forcing me to taste the ass-flavored dog cum. I squirmed as my asshole was being pried open for the cameras, capturing my hole filled with cum.
One of the men pulled me on top of him and started fucking my pussy and held my asscheeks wide while he did so, making globs of dog cum more effectively ooze from my ass. He bounced me up and down while the Great Dane was led out of the room. I couldn’t even feel the guys cum up in my pussy since by that point my cunt was so used up and spermed in. I was pulled off him and pushed to my back again on the floor. Another dog was brought into the room. I looked over, and my heart soared!
“Beefy!” I exclaimed weakly. As soon as he saw me he dove right between my legs– I had trained him to be an excellent cunt-eater. I moaned and writhed as he licked my pussy and cleaned my asshole with his tongue. I could feel my face crusting with the loads of cum, and felt a couple more guys unloading their cum onto my chest as Beefy ate me intensively. My moans filled the room as my beloved Golden Retriever tended to my sore holes. I hoped he’d finally fuck my pussy and unload his cum inside me!
He continued lapping me up as I grinded my pussy into his snout. I shivered as he started licking my thighs and then my bulging belly, moving up to lick the cum puddles off my chest. He licked some of the cum from my face as I petted him as best as I could with my handcuffed wrists. I reached down to rub his sheath and his tail wagged excitedly. He was as happy to see me as I was to see him! My fingers rubbed near the pink prickhead that was dancing in and out of the sheath. Beefy went back down to my crotch to lick my cunt again. I could feel an orgasm building as he efficiently stimulated my clit with his long tongue.
My moans got even louder as I got close to cumming, but before I could Beefy stopped licking me. I called him to jump up on me and he did so; I spread my legs wide for my beloved pet. To my delight he soon started humping as I grinded my crotch at his sheath. His front legs wrapped tight around me, holding me close while his cockhead poked around at my slit. My legs were open as wide as they could go, inviting the dog to make me his bitch.
“She loves the dog cock, doesn’t she?” one of the guys said. Fuck yeah I do– a dog’s cock isn’t attached to some asshole man who could get me knocked up! A dog could fuck so much better, faster, and harder than a man, too! I felt Beefy’s cockhead stabbing around my clit and I wiggled underneath him to try to get the prick into my pussyhole. Beefy began humping at me, trying to get his prick inside his human bitch. His prick was so close!
I felt his hard meat jab into my pussyhole suddenly, and once the head went inside a little Beefy started humping me hard. My moans grew louder as his pace increased. His cock started growing once inside my hole, reaching for my womb. He pounded me harder and harder, all the while holding me tight to him. My small breasts were heaving wildly with the dog’s frenetic pace. I couldn’t help but fuck my hips back at the dog, encouraging his cock to delve deep into my hole, having craved my pet’s meat for so long now. We fucked hard, Beefy’s cock extending into my cervix after several minutes of intense penetration. His knot had began swelling at the base of his long cock, pleasuring my pussyhole which was stretched tight around it. It didn’t seem he could get any further inside me, but I felt the knot go in a little deeper.
The feeling of being filled by my beloved Golden Retriever was intensely pleasurable. He kept up his jackhammer pace for several minutes, steadily stimulating my cunt. My orgasm was building in my loins, beginning to surge through my body. I began moaning even louder, almost screaming with the pleasure as my orgasm grew stronger. Beefy didn’t stop his intense pounding as my body convulsed below him on the floor. Oh, how I loved my dog! I wanted no other, just my Beefy! My eyes rolled back in my head, mouth agape as the waves of pleasure crashed over my petite, young, body.
As my orgasm was fading, Beefy became still on top of me with his cock stuck securely in my hole. His prickhead reaching my baby-filled womb. I felt the cock pulse, then the cum began gushing. The cum was so hot, it felt so incredible as it flowed inside me and trickled out of my stretched cunt. It felt like a gallon of sperm had filled me up! Beefy panted happily on top of me, his cock erupting its final spurts of cum in his human bitch.
“Good boy,” I said to him as he stayed still. I grinded my cunt harder against him, feeling yet another orgasm start to stir in my well-fucked body. As I grinded hard, stuffed so full of dog meat, another orgasm surged from the tips of my toes to my nipples, making me scream loudly under Beefy. The men’s pricks were still hard. As Beefy was knotted atop me, the group of guys began dispersing, some of them coming up to my face to release one last load of sperm on me before leaving.
Beefy stayed knotted to me for 15 more minutes while I told him how much I loved him and cooed at him for fucking me so well. The room had emptied, it seemed the men had gone home. Beefy eventually started pulling his knot out of me, and the feeling of his prick and knot tugging on my insides was making yet another orgasm build up in me. As Beefy pulled some more, the orgasm surged through me, still running through my legs as I felt the cock finally tearing from my insides, releasing a momentous amount of sperm from my pussyhole. Beefy licked his cum from my cunt as my orgasm still sizzled in my body, and I moaned as I came down from my intense climax. I patted him on the head, loving him more than ever. My breath was returning back to normal. The house was silent as I fell into a brief sleep sprawled on the floor, my beloved pet back by my side.
Part 7
All was still quiet throughout the house when I awoke. My gang bang and night of dog sex was over. I rose to my feet after Beefy was done licking his cum from my hole. My legs were sore from being fucked constantly for months on end and often being held wide open. And my wrists were sore, too, so often restrained. I looked around the room and suddenly noticed the handcuff keys on the top of the dresser. My dad’s handgun was near the keys…
My heart started beating faster as I walked over to the dresser. I grabbed the handcuff keys and after some struggling was able to get myself free. Then I picked up the gun. Beefy was panting happily and looking up at me. I patted him calmly on the head. Walking out of the room, there was silence everywhere. The men were gone. I walked into my old bedroom, untouched since the last time I’d slept in it, and retrieved a dress. The first time I’d worn clothing in months. I had to pick a loose dress since my belly had gotten larger and I had no maternity clothes. Leaving the bedroom, I took the gun with me and tiptoed down the hall.
Then I saw my dad — he was naked and laying on his stomach in the kitchen near the basement stairs. The small carpet nearby was in disarray, like he had possibly slipped on it. There was an open bottle of tequila on the kitchen counter, so I figured he probably gotten drunk after the other guys left, slipped on the carpet, and passed out. My pulse quickened as I contemplated what to do next. I held the handcuffs and gun in my hand. Beefy had followed behind me. I walked up to my snoring father on the floor, resisting the urge to stomp on his head right then and there. He had put me through a tremendous amount of torment, and so far I had survived and intended to get out of this alive!
There was a choke chain on the table with a matching collar, and some clothesline. My mind was racing. I bent down and gingerly slid one of the handcuffs around Dad’s wrist and snapped it closed, holding my breath. He didn’t wake. I gently took the other wrist and slapped the other cuff around that one, successfully handcuffing his wrists together. Taking the clothesline, I then tied the rope around his wrists and tied it to the banister at the top of the stairs, securing his arms out above his head. Then I slipped the choke collar and leash around his neck, but first held it in my hands to warm the metal, not wanting the shock of the cold metal to rouse him. Once the choke collar was around his neck and he was tied securely, I jerked hard on the leash and he began to stir. He turned his head and looked up at me, confused.
I pointed the gun at his face. His eyes met mine, surprised. He realized he was tied up, and I was holding the leash to the collar around his neck. I began to laugh at the surprised look on his face. Walking closer to him, I put my foot against the back of his neck and stepped down hard, smashing his face to the floor. I pressed the barrel of the gun to the back of his head. Beefy was watching me calmly. I chuckled madly.
“Fucking piece of shit ,” I said through gritted teeth, keeping my foot on his neck as I straightened up, removing the gun from his head. I spat at him, covering the back of his head and shoulders with my spit. My foot pressed harder into his neck and he groaned. I stepped off of him and again pointed the gun in his face as he looked up at me.
“Angel, what do you think you’re gonna do?” said my dad. “You think you can kill a man?” I glared down at him hatefully.
“Yes, yes, Dad, I do,” I said, aiming the gun at him.
“Well, I’m not gonna beg you to spare my life, you dog-fucking slut,” said Dad.
I kicked him hard in the head and he turned away from me, his face against the kitchen floor. Still holding the choke collar, I pulled on it again, raising his head off the floor so I could kick it again. His head collapsed to the ground with the impact of my foot on his skull. Then I walked to the stove and grabbed some cooking oil. He began squirming as I poured the oil down his back, into his asscrack.
“What the fuck are you doing, Angel?” my dad said hoarsely, feeling the oil oozing over his ass. I called Beefy over to me and petted him lovingly on the head. My dad turned his head to watch me rub Beefy’s sheath, coaxing the dog’s cock to come out once again. Dad began to struggle, and I stopped caressing Beefy to shove the gun in my dad’s mouth, breaking his front tooth in half as I did so. I laughed again as he spat blood and the broken tooth out.
“Stop moving, asshole,” I said. Once again I turned my attention to my dog and rubbed his sheath, encouraging the pink prickhead to come back out. Beefy was getting excited and started trying to jump up at me to hump, but instead I instructed him to jump up on my dad. As Dad was sprawled on the floor, tied up to the banister, Beefy jumped up on his back and started humping his ass.
“No, no, Angel, no…” said my dad. I just laughed and pulled hard on the choke chain, cutting his air off. Beefy was wrapping his legs around my dad’s waist as he humped at his ass. The dog’s pink prick had come out a few inches and was now searching for a bitch hole. My dad squirmed some more and I again yanked the chain hard. Beefy thrust his hips, his prick rubbing Dad’s asshole while I smiled. The cooking oil had lubricated Dad’s ass crack very well. Suddenly Beefy’s prick felt my dad’s tight asshole– I could tell because he immediately began fucking the shit out of my dad once he had found the hole. Dad began groaning on the floor.
“Shut up, you old fuck! You like that?! You like that Dad? You fucking old perverted piece of shit! You like that dog cock raping your asshole? I hope he destroys your ass! And if he doesn’t, I’m gonna take this gun and shove it in your ass and blow you away, you old fucker!” I screamed. Dad was writhing as Beefy fucked his asshole with a rapid pace. I held the choke chain all the while, pulling on it to choke Dad’s breath away. He deserved it.
I encouraged Beefy to fuck him harder, harder, harder. The dog was doing a great job, his cock becoming lodged securely in dad’s asshole. I knew the cock was growing inside him. I knew the knot was expanding now in my dad’s rectum. I laughed again, hard, and again yanked hard on the leash. Dad struggled against the restraints, making me laugh even more. Beefy was beginning to slow his pace. Any moment his cum was going to gush into my dad’s ass.
When dad began groaning I knew the dog’s knot was securely stuck in his hole and the prick was spewing cum. Beefy had become still, his nuts swinging to a stop against my father’s ass. It was a wonderful sight. While Dad was tied up and the dog was knotted in his ass, I went back to my room and began packing up some clothes. My heart continued beating hard. I was going to steal his car, the dog, and any money I could find.
While I looked through his drawers, I found a book with records of the payments the men had given him to fuck me. It contained names and addresses. There were the names from my first gang bang– Jim, Tom, Eddie, Joel, etc. There was a camera with various recordings of the men raping me. I took the address book and camera, and in another drawer I found a huge wad of cash, money Dad got for letting other men fuck his daughter’s teenage holes. Quickly counting it up, it added up in the thousands. I stashed the money, address book, and camera in my suitcase and went back to the kitchen to get the car keys. Beefy was tied to Dad still, so I began calling him to me, resulting in the dog trying to roughly pull his meat from my dad’s asshole.
Dad cried out as Beefy’s cock and knot tugged on his insides. I laughed again. A few minutes later, Beefy pulled out of Dad’s used up asshole and cum started gushing out of him. I took a handful of cum and rubbed it in his face, forcing him to taste it. When he spit it out I jerked the chain hard. I was packed and ready to go, ready to leave this asshole and this house of horrors.
Taking the car keys, I loaded Dad’s car with my suitcase and Beefy. Then I went back inside and began dumping the cooking oil all over my dad. I took a book of matches, and lit a match on fire. Then I dropped it on his back. He screamed as the flame hit his skin. I just laughed again. I took another match and threw it at the curtains. Then another one in the living room. The house was beginning to burn. Dad was screaming as the flames began rising around his bound body. While he was scrambling around on the floor I kicked his balls hard, making him wail painfully. He struggled against his restraints.
“Fuck you, old man,” I said, spitting at him once more. Then I got the fuck out of there. I turned to look once more as I pulled out of the driveway, watching flames enveloping the house. Finally, I was free, and I made it out alive with my beloved pet, Beefy.
Later, I used the address book and camera evidence to blackmail my dad’s friends out of hundreds of thousands of dollars. If they didn’t give me the money, I told them I’d turn them into the cops for raping an underage girl. I then used this money to eventually build a comfortable life for myself far, far away from home. When I had the baby a few months after escaping, I was delighted to see she was a light brown color — she wasn’t my dad’s baby after all! She was mixed black and white. I thought back to all the sex my dad forced me to have, and only remembered one black guy out of all of them — Jim.
So I blackmailed Jim into taking care of me and the baby for life. I began looking forward to his generous monthly checks. Eventually I began receiving enough cash from my dad’s asshole friends to live comfortably in a sprawling place in the mountains– fucking my dog whenever I wanted!

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Family Affair – Ch 1

It all really seemed to start that muggy summer day when I was mowing the lawn. It was a typical summer afternoon in suburban Atlanta – humid, muggy – with cloud cover that looked like it could dump an inch or two of rain any minute. I was trying to hurry up and get done with the lawn before it did so but I didn’t quite make it. The clouds opened up and dumped warm rain in sheets. I had only a half dozen more strips to cut so I just continued to shove the mower along even though it was leaving a trail of soggy, clumped grass clippings in its wake. Screw it. I’m gonna’ finish this one way or another, I thought. My clothes were soaked through almost instantly in the deluge and, as I walked, the wet denim of my jeans rubbed my pecker through my boxer shorts and I soon had a full erection. Once erect it seemed like my jeans were rubbing it even harder and it was obvious to me that it wasn’t going away anytime soon. Finished with the grass, I shoved the lawn mower under the carport and headed into the house after kicking off my waterlogged, grass stained sneakers on the steps.
“You’re soaked.” Mom told me.
“No shit.” I replied.
“Don’t talk that way.” She chided. “Come down to the laundry room and get those wet clothes off.” I was seventeen at the time. Dad had split when I was six but between his child support and alimony and Mom’s job we managed to keep the house and do okay. My older sister, mom, and I never had an excess of money but we didn’t go hungry either. As I followed Mom down the steps to the laundry room I felt my jeans continuing to rub my hard on. In the laundry room, I peeled off my shirt and socks and then pulled my jeans off, trying to be careful to leave my boxers in place. It’s not that I was all that modest – we were fairly casual about nudity in our home – but Mom had never seen me with a damn hard on before. “Your boxers, too.” She said. “They’re soaking wet.”
“Mom.” I protested.
“Come on, Joey. I don’t have all day.” She said. She and my sister were about the only folks left calling me Joey. Everyone else called me Joe. I leaned over to pull my boxers off, stepping out of them and then standing up. My erection hadn’t subsided in the least and as I stood up, I noticed Mom take note of it but, seeming to ignore it, she just said, “Now, go get a hot shower. You’ll feel better.”
“Okay.” I said lamely and I looped out into the hall and into my bathroom which was right next to the laundry room. As I turned on the shower and climbed in, my hard on still at full staff, I thought about my standing there in front of Mom for the first time ever with a full erection. I realized that the thoughts were turning me on and I began to stroke my penis slowly, adding some soap for lubricant and worked up to a full speed wank. Leaning back against the wall of the shower stall I could feel myself climbing rapidly toward an orgasm and then there it was. I came, a good sized load, and watched it swirl around the drain in the water before dropping down out of sight.
Three or four nights later I was in bed around 10:00 PM when I heard Mom coming down the steps. She came into my room and asked, “Joey, you still awake?”
“Yeah, Mom.” She came over and sat down on the side of my bed. She leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.
“Good night, son.” She said but afterwards she continued to sit rather than standing up and leaving like she usually did.
“Mom?”
She put her hand on my chest and with her eyes darting around but not making eye contact with me she said, “You know, the other afternoon in the laundry room, I couldn’t help but notice how you’ve grown up.” It was true. Other than gaining a little weight in the interim, I’m about the same size now as I was then. By eighteen, of course, my penis was fully developed, too, at least as much as it was going to develop anyway. I was, and am, what I’ve found to be right on the average size – about six or six and a half inches when erect though I’m larger than average when flaccid and my penis hangs down a good five inches along with my low slung testicles. They swing around rather comically when I walk nude.
“Yeah, well my wet jeans were rubbing me.” I replied hesitantly.
“That’s okay, Joey. It’s a natural thing.” Mom said softly. As she spoke, her hand was drifting down my abdomen from my chest. “It happens to all boys as the grow up.” He hand was down near my penis now which I felt beginning to stir. Sleeping naked under just a sheet in the warm summer’s evening, its engorgement was obvious and Mom let her hand lightly slide onto my hardening penis. “See, it’s even doing it now, isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah Mom.” She was grasping my nearly erect penis through the sheet gently and moving her hand on it slightly.
“You must have urges.” She said. “A lot of urges. I bet you maturbate regularly, don’t you? Every day?”
“Mom!” I answered.
“It’s okay, Joey. It’s perfectly normal. Even I masturbate.” She replied.
“Mom!” I protested. She stood up, leaned over, and slipped my sheet down toward my feet. My penis was fully erect, standing up about an inch or so off my abdomen. Without saying a word, Mom stood up straight and slipped her robe off. She was naked underneath and her slightly oversized breasts sagged down, their nipples seeming to stare at me. She climbed onto my bed, straddled me, and before lowering herself onto me she fingered her pussy for a moment, then grasped my penis and guided it into her as she gently lowered herself onto me. As she moved her hips slightly to get me as deep as possible her eyes were closed. She sat there motionless, my penis planted deeply in the snug warmth of her pussy, and sighed.
“Oh God, it’s been a long time.” She said softly as she began to slowly rock her hips front to back on me. I reached up and grasped a tit in each hand which brought another sigh from her accompanied by an increase in the speed of her rocking. She leaned over toward me, her tits right in my face as she began to raise and lower herself on my penis. I began to suck on one of her tits which elicited a faster stroking of her up and down on my penis. My hips were beginning to move, thrusting to meet each of her thrusts as I continued to suck on that tit.
I could feel myself rapidly approaching an orgasm and I dropped her nipple from my lips and quietly said, “I’m gonna’ cum, Mom.” She said nothing, instead the speed of her thrusts increased and my thrusts increased to match hers. “Oh damn, I’m about to cum.” I spat out before feeling my penis began to pulse, shooting my load. Mom felt me cumming and stopped her thrusts, planting me as deeply as possible as I continued to dump my load deep inside of her. I groaned as my body trembled at the end of my orgasm. Mom leaned her face down to mine and kissed me on the lips before beginning to rock her hips on me again. She rocked faster and faster, me sucking on a tit again. I could feel wetness running down my testicles as she began to groan quietly and shake. Her rocking stopped and she sat shaking and trembling as I felt her pussy alternately tightening and relaxing on my still mostly erect penis. When she was done, she collaped onto me, her tits squashed against my chest, spilling out on either side.
Kissing me on my lips, I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her tongue was exploring my mouth and I began to push back with my tongue, our tongues dancing with each other as I felt more wetness running down my testicles. She broke off the kiss and said softly, “I love you, Joey.”
“I love you, too, Mom” I replied. She rose up and kind of rolled off of me, trailing cum across my hip as she got up. Out of the room she went for a moment and then back in wiping the inside of her thighs with a towel and extending a towel in her other hand to me. Taking the offered towel, I wiped myself and the sheet under me off, milking the last cum from my shrinking penis.
“You go to sleep now.” She said as she slipped into her robe. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips before turning and leaving my room.
The next evening, Mom visited me again after I’d gone to bed. This time our lovemaking was unrushed. Without a word, she dropped her robe and slipped into the bed next to me, lying up against me, her right tit squashed up against the side of my ribcage and her left lying half on my chest. Her left leg was lying across my thighs and she rooted her right arm under me until it was under my neck. As she began to kiss me, tongue probing for mine, her left hand lightly stroking my chest and abdomen in ever widening circles, drifting lower on my torso with each lazy circle until she lightly stroked my testicles and then my erect penis. Alternating between my penis and testicles she lightly fondled with her finger tips. I found the touch so arousing it was nearly maddening. I reached for her left tit with my right hand and began to play with its sizeable nipple as we continued to kiss deeply.
She broke off the kiss and, with her arm under my neck, pulled me toward her so that I rolled onto my side to face her. She rolled to lie on her back with her right leg hooked over my legs. Taking my right hand, she guided it to her pussy and pressed it gently into its warmth. I began to feel around with my fingers. “Gently, Joey, lightly.” She said, the first words spoken between us since she’d slipped into my bed. Responding to her instructions, I lighlty felt around, exploring her pubic hair, a substantial bush of dark, curly hair, then the lips of her pussy. I felt along their length, then let my fingers move lightly up and down along them. She put her hand on mine and pressed my finger tips into her pussy and I felt the warm wetness waiting there. With two fingers, I probed gently into and around her pussy bringing more wetness out to her lips with each successive pass. I had a pretty good idea of the female anatomy and I began to search with my fingers for her clit, finding it quickly. Fingering it, I felt it seem to grow firmer under my touch. “Around it, Joey. It feels better there.” Mom whispered. I began to finger around the base of her clit, gently squeezing it. As I was doing this, Mom lifted her right tit up from where it sagged and I raised my shoulders up slightly and leaned over her to take the nipple into my lips and sick on it. As I continued to circle and squeeze her clit and suck on that beautiful nipple, Mom began to breathe faster and shudder a little. The shuddering grew in intensity along with a gutteral groan, deep in her throat before her body seemed to stiffen for a few moments then relax. She put her hand on my right hand to still it before reaching and grasping my erect penis to stroke it slowly. Moving her right leg off of my legs, she said, “Here, I want you in me.”
I rolled over onto my knees as she spread her legs, feet flat on the bed and knees splayed apert. I scrambled between her legs and she grasped my penis to aim it home as I plunged into her. I went in as deeply as I could, our pubic bones pressed up hard against one another then began to thrust, plunging in and out, as Mom raised her feet and wrapped her legs around the small of my back. As I thrusted faster she urged me on with her legs, squeezing me to her with each of my thrusts. With each of my thrusts Mom’s tits flailed back and forth as I slammed into her. She was smiling as we maintained direct eye contact fucking each other with complete abandon. Shem began to groan softly and shake under me as I continued to hammer her about as fast and hard as I could. She closed her eyes and trembled all up and down her body before looking me in the eyes again and urging me on with her legs around my back. Still plunging in and out I felt myself rising toward orgasm. As I spilled over the top and began to cum I lost my rhythm and collapsed onto her, continuing to thrust sporatically with my hips as I shot my load deep inside her. Spent, I stopped moving and just laid there on her. We were both damp with sweat and breathing hard as Mom wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly with both her arms and legs. My face to hers, I kissed her, probing with my tongue, she probing back until our tongues played with each other all around our mouths.
“You’re a special son, Joe.” She said softly as she rolled to her right to get me off of her. Up and then out into the hall she went to return with two towels again. With one stuffed between her legs she took the other and wiped me off, milking my penis as she did. Though my penis was beginning to soften, her touch brought it back to a full erection. “Is it still ready for more?” She asked, “Well, I’m finished for tonight. You need to get to sleep, Joey.”
She put her robe on with the towel still stuffed between her legs and turned to leave. “Good night, son.” She said as she headed out my door.
“Good night, Mom.” I answered.

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 11

This one was fun to rewrite. I fleshed out the Noble Court in the dialogue, and refined some of the interaction Leveria has with her mother.

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Milk of Desire, Book V – Chapter 1

It’s time to test various perverted experiments on prisoners on my prisoners to see exactly how I can spread my power. I already know it works when ingested orally, but now I’ve got a lot of tests and a lot of subjects, just not a lot of time before someone might notice them missing. The clock is ticking so it’s time to get to work.

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SCP – Kelly

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story so feel free to leave any criticism, (it starts slow but trust me I think it’s worth it) I’ve read these forums since I was 11 and I’ve hated watching them slowly die as activity decreased. I decided if I wanted to see some good stuff on here I might as well contribute and hit two birds with one stone. Hopefully I can become a frequent poster here, everything I’ll post will be original and I hope you enjoy!

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Growing up and Aunt Daphne

At the age of 12 I thought I had it all sorted. I had a clear idea of right and wrong- I knew that the church, God and the bible were right and that stealing, lying and cheating were wrong. I was, I thought, close to God. I went to church every Sunday, prayed every night and did my best to help others to see the error of their ways and return to the light- guess I was pretty much insufferable even if well-meaning. I was coming to understand about sins of the flesh- I wasn’t too sure what they were, but I lumped them into the general heading of bad things and left them there- happy to have a go at anyone who seemed to be erring in that particular direction. This all changed on Sunday shortly after my 12th birthday. I was keen to go to church but mum wanted to go into town to the mothers meeting and so she said I could go on my own that Sunday, Aunt Daphne agreed to bring me home and do some sitting whilst Mum finished up in town.
That’s was fine and after the service Daphne came and collected me from the kids class “You all ready to go?” she said. “Sure” I replied gathering up my books and bible. Daphne was my Mum’s younger sister, at nearly 35 she was still in the flush of her good looks, trim and petite with a well fitted dress she looked great and I had always liked her. She had recently divorced her husband (an action of which I thoroughly disapproved) and mum said she had gone a “bit crazy” since. Today she seemed to have a sparkle in her eye- but I guess I was just imagining it. The ride home was uneventful- I was spouting off about some sort of holier-than-thou nonsense and Daphne listed with a slightly pained expression. “Don’t you ever get tired of telling people what’s good for them?” she asked… I was surprised by the question- and frankly the answer was “No” but something in her tone of voice made me desist from actually voicing that reply. It thought for a while” What do you mean” I said “Its all laid down in the bible and the pastor explains it every Sunday- its not just me and its easy… you just listen and do what he says” She glanced at me as she drove “Its not always that simple” she said- “you are only 12 and there’s a lot you don’t know yet – stuff about relationships and between men and women- have you got a girlfriend yet?”. I reckoned she was off on the sins of the flesh stuff again and I was ready for that… “Well that’s what grown ups always say, but its no different when you’re older- it’s the same solution- listen to the pastor and the voice inside your head – and No I don’t have a girlfriend but I know how to behave when I get one” “Lucky girl” said Daphne under her breath- I could tell she was getting irritated with me and I really didn’t see what the difference was so we passed the rest of the journey in silence.
After we got home the phone rang- it was mum, she was delayed in town had run into some friends and was going to stay late for dinner, would Daphne mind putting me to bed? No problem, and so it was agreed, I went to watch TV and Daphne went upstairs. I heard her coming down a while later and she headed out for the garage. I lay on my stomach and watched the TV. The door opened and I turned to see Daphne standing there with something behind her back. “Your mums not coming home ‘till late” she said I thought maybe we could work a few things out and get some stuff straight? – you need to understand that the world isn’t quite as cosy as you think- there’s a lot of this man and woman stuff to understand- my ex showed me and I think its time someone showed you” I could see she has d a strange look in her eye, she closed the door behind her without turning round. “Get something straight little nephew, people don’t like having all this advice from a little prig, if you don’t stop you are going to really piss people off… anyway, its not as if its all bad…” her voice trailed off. Once before some kids at School had had a go at me along similar lines, I’d gotten the crap kicked out of me and left to go home in tears and a ripped shirt so I was pretty sure something bad was coming… She took a step forward and I retreated to the sofa “Do you like me?” she said “Yes of course” I replied… ”No, do you like the way I look?” she added. Well the truth was yes of course, she was trim and slim and her tight-fitting clothes showed off every one of her soft curves. “You look fine” I stammered. She came and sat next to me “Do you want to touch” she said. She put whatever it was she was holding down beside her and took my hand. She guided it to her breast- Satan’s work! “No” I yelled “I can’t do that I don’t want to!” “Don’t be such a scaredy cat” I tried to pull my hand back but in a flash she had reached behind her and grabbed the loop of rope she had been hiding, it was deftly slipped over my wrist and slid tight. “Can’t run now little boy” she teased. “What are you doing?” I asked. For reply she tied the rope to the arm of the sofa and grabbed my other wrist. She looped that one too and tied it off on the other side. “Just like hubby used to do” she said with a sparkle. I was worried now, I knew that her ex had beaten her; maybe she had learned to do the same? “No, No I said let me go” and I started to struggle. Daphne moved over me, putting her weight on my body, she was lithe and strong and easily overpowered me. I started to kick and got a lucky hit on her thigh. She slapped me hard across the face. I was so surprised by the sudden sting that I stopped struggling, it hurt, the redness welled on my cheek and tears started to trickle down my face “Just shut up, don’t struggle, you need this” she said. I thought of the saints and their trials and I knew that I had to face suffering, although somehow this seemed that it wasn’t all bad. Daphne stood and looked down at me, with a sudden movement she lifted her dress over her head and was standing before me in knickers and bra. I’d never seen a woman in her underwear before, the sight was spectacular but also forbidden, I closed my eyes. “Don’t be a cry baby” she said, “Look at me”. My eyes stayed shut “look at me she repeated and gave me another slap- although more gentle this time. I opened my eyes, I was crying properly now, no pretending, I was trapped and I didn’t know what to do. I was scared but excited- somewhere (I wasn’t sure quite where) there was an odd tingling…. But this was all wrong; I was going to go to hell for sure. Well if I was, then Daphne might be there ahead of me. “Don’t worry she said, I just need to do a few things for me and whilst I’m doing them you should learn a thing or two yourself” I didn’t know what she meant but I got the idea when she reached down and unzipped my fly… no-one had ever done that. The sensation was pleasant but it was wrong so I struggled again. Daphne used her weight to restrain me; I could smell her scent, floral and intoxicating. I began to feel giddy. I couldn’t see what was happening but Daphne had managed to worm her hand into my fly and was even now extricating my 12year old manhood from the protective folds of my pants. I’d never been touched there before, I even avoided touching myself there! – it was dirty and evil. But this didn’t feel either of those things. Her cool hands finally freed me from my clothes and her slender fingers closed about me enclosing my soft penis in her hand. Things began to happen, I realised where the tingling was coming from. It felt nice, but it was wrong, “No” I said again but she just squeezed more firmly and my prick answered with a matching Throb, “What’s the matter?” she cooed-“isn’t this nice?” She squeezed again. I was getting hard. But I mustn’t I knew this was bad, I knew all the bad things that come from that and I always tried to avoid it. Frantically I started reciting my favourite passages from the bible, take my mind elsewhere throb not working, must try harder please father help me throb, no, no more must control throb. How was this happening to me? I couldn’t get up, I couldn’t move… she seemed able to restrain me easily with just one hand. I couldn’t control the situation, I couldn’t even control my own body as my small member strove to swell and fill her fist even as it squeezed me. “Oh look what’s happened” she cooed in a tone that was both victorious and mocking at the same time. “Has the little boy stood up?” I knew it was wrong but I didn’t struggle, I didn’t scream there was a rushing sound in my head, the world shrank to this room, to me and her, to this sofa and finally just to my prick in her hand, that’s all there was, it filled the universe, it was the universe, THROB and the sparkling prickles of sensation flashed from my prick to my brain and seemed to say “don’t interrupt this, Don’t stop it we need it you prig, let us have our way!”
Daphne was moving now, sliding down my body which was awkwardly propped in a sitting position against the sofa. She took her eyes off mine and looked down at the contents of her hand, my little 12-year-old hard on twitching in her palm. “Hmmm you like that don’t you?” she said, in truth I did, but I wasn’t prepared for what followed. Daphne lowered her head. I felt her breath on the head of my prick, warm and damp and then a flash of pure delight what was that? She was licking the head! I reacted in shock “Uggh I said, Ooh what’s that?” “Don’t worry little boy” she teased, “Aunty has it all in hand”. With that she opened her mouth and her head bobbed further down. Her mouth enveloped me, there was warmth and wetness, and her tongue swirled around the head and tickled the underside of my prick. “No, No stop!” I screamed but in truth I didn’t want this to stop, my prick knew what it needed and Daphne seemed to know too, the two of them didn’t want me getting in the way. I found my hips bucked up as the tingling grew and grew building to a crescendo. There was a dam inside of me and it was going to burst! Closer, closer the walls were getting weaker, soon it would give way, the flood would come and there was nothing I could do about it. I made a half hearted move to push her away, “Don’t” came the immediate and firm message from my prick “I need this- you need this give it up little boy, time to grow up!” It was a conspiracy- my own prick and this warm soft woman I was powerless in the face of it. Daphne flicked her tongue over the underside of my glans, and it was too late! The dam burst, stars exploded in my head, someone had moved the floor-or was it the earth? I was tumbling falling, falling, head over heels into space, there was a noise like a loud cry far away… and something was happening as I fell, my treacherous prick was twitching and jumping inside Daphne’s mouth sending rivers of sensation to flood over me…. Gradually the universe settled, the world came back beneath me and I realised that the crying sound was me so I shut my mouth. I realised too that my eyes were shut tightly so I opened them cautiously, Daphne had let me slip from her mouth, and my prick was lying limp and wet in my lap. She was licking her lips and seemed disappointed- “Hmm I’d forgotten little boys don’t make cum yet” I was sorry she wasn’t pleased with me, but then she smiled and said that soon I would, and next time she would milk it from me properly, Anyway, she added, it was less messy this way and she wouldn’t get pregnant. I wasn’t sure what she meant but I was about to find out.
I felt thoroughly exhausted, but something inside me was more peaceful than ever it had been, there was a deep relaxation, my body was cramped but that didn’t matter, I was content and comfortable. You could have removed my appendix and I wouldn’t have cared…
She must have noticed my changed demeanour… “Well how was that little boy? Not quite so easy to handle is it?” I looked at her puzzled. “I’m going to let you up now” she said, “but I don’t want you to struggle and I’m not through with you yet”
She loosened the ropes- I hadn’t felt them but as they came off I realised how tight they had been- blood flooded back to my hands and I rubbed my wrists. I looked at her unsure of myself. “Come” she said and raised me up from the floor. My prick was protruding limply from my shorts so she grabbed it with one hand and started to lead me to the door. The flabby flesh stretched a little as I got the message and I followed her up the stairs and into my mum’s room. “Now we can try this properly” she said- I wasn’t too sure about that, doubts returned, No I said lamely, she could tell I didn’t mean it, my prick knew I didn’t mean it, there was no fight left, just a resignation in my brain and a thrilling of anticipation in my prick.
Daphne stripped me easily, the shorts and pants dropped down my legs and the tee shirt came easily over my head. Then she lay me down on the bed and stood up so I could see her. “Watch” she commanded as she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. I had never seen breasts before and I wasn’t really ready for these; they seemed perfect, swollen symmetrical mounds of flesh each topped with a raspberry nipple like a cherry on an ice cream cone. He leant over me and brushed my face with them. The feeling was electric! They were soft and warm; as she leant forward they hung in creamy firmness over my face. By instinct I opened my mouth and took a nipple between my lips. I started to kiss and suck at it like baby she murmured something that sounded content. I put my arms around her and pulled her onto me and more fully into my mouth. Delicious sensations, half remembered memories safe and secure in my mother’s nurturing breast. But as well as that there were different feelings, a taste more bitter than that of sweet milk, an engorged nipple that my tongue rasped across, a yielding softness as the breast moved with my lips and an enticing scent. I raised my hand to cup the partner of this delicious orb and rolled the nipple between finger and thumb. “MMmmmm, good boy” she murmured above me.
I felt her hand slide down my body again, lightly skipping over my stomach to engage once again with my prick “Hello” it answered, rising and stiffening at her command. I did nothing to oppose the effect and sucked harder on the delicious breast above me. “Bad boy-Don’t be greedy” she said “and don’t forget the other one”. She pulled back and her nipple slipped from my mouth with an audible “pop”, she tilted her chest and presented breast number two for its attention, I happily set about the task, sucking deeply and being rewarded by the that first rush of bitter-sweet nipple flavour. She squeezed my prick and I felt him throb in her grip, hell the two of them knew more about this stuff than I did! Daphne moved across me and sat astride my body, her thighs parted to accommodate my body. Tentatively I reached down to her… ”Hmmm she teased “I see the little boy is starting to see that this isn’t so clear cut?” She lifted herself so I could slip my hand beneath her; I felt the tight curls of her pubic hair, the forest that grew on the hillside, and beneath that the river in the valley! She was warm and mushy, a heady scent started to rise, earthy, musky and urgent. Suddenly she flinched- “Ouch – be careful” she said my inexpert ministration had obviously scratched or pinched when I was trying to caress- “be gentle” she said! I was trying but inexperience let me down. “Sorry I said” mortified to have caused pain to such a delicious region and terrified that she would make me stop- I apologised frantically- “I’m trying- I’ll be careful” “Sure” she said, “but let’s see what this can do now”. She moved my hands away, and reached for my my prick, raising it whilst at the same time easing herself up so that her body hung above me, I could feel the heat of her on my prick as she hung there just for a moment, and then she lowered herself down. My 12-year old prick was just hard enough to ease inside her, gently parting her cunt lips as she lowered throb, I felt her opening to me, I felt the head ease into her and almost click inside as her lips closed over the glans throb. I hadn’t expected the sheer wonder of the sensation I gasped aloud “Ohh, Ohh, Ohh” as she lowered herself onto me. My prick seemed to be coming alive bit by bit as it entered her, each extra millimetre reporting in to my brain as she absorbed it, activating it with her warmth and moisture. Then at last and all too soon, she came to the end of her slow luxurious slide; she had taken all of me straight inside her cunt tube, her lips were closed around the base of my shaft and her mons met mine, her pubic hairs scratching on my as yet hairless pubis. I had slipped from earth into heaven and the warmth of the flaring stars seemed to radiate from inside her. My prick let out a grateful throb as it soaked in her deliciousness. I was speechless, I daren’t move, I didn’t want anything to stop this or interrupt the intensity of the sensation. I was inside a woman, throb – what now she’s moving? “Hmmm” murmured Daphne- she started to raise herself up, I was terrified she wanted to pull off me so I grabbed her hips and thrust myself back into her, I slid back in easily and clung to her body seeking to maintain the penetration. “Careful now” she said, “No need to be in such a hurry” – I wasn’t sure what she meant, I had just been frightened that she meant to pull me out, abandoning me to flop back into cold reality. I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I was desperate to stay in her celestial orbit. Her words were reassuring, so I relaxed my grip and sank back onto the bed. She came down with me and then rose up so that my shaft slid down her cunny tube. Before I popped out she reversed the motion, sinking down and letting me savour the deliciousness of entering her all over again: another slow slide then another! Hmmm we both moaned, and then she pulled up fast and quickly down again. I gasped, I wasn’t ready for that and wasn’t even sure what had happened, I had felt a rush of coldness then pressure around my penis and a flood of warmth as she enveloped me in her warm tightness once again. She was still for a little as I gathered my breath and then she did it again! I gasped in shocked delight, “Please stay on stay on me” I begged. She took no heed and started to work me up and down her vaginal canal as fast or as slowly as she wished- I didn’t yet know that this wasn’t about me, that it is always wise to let a woman take her pleasure when she wants and I cried out for her to hold me inside for longer. But Daphne was in control and she continued to ride me. I became accustomed to the cold chill of the “ups” as I began to understand that they would inevitably be followed by the luscious glide of the “downs” when and I slid easily inside her once more; warmth was restored and I was bathed yet again in her slippery welcome. Once I came to understand that “up” doesn’t have to mean “out” I relaxed and relished the sensations her movements afforded me. The flood was building up again behind the dam, each cycle of rise and fall was incrementally raising the pressure. The tingling in the head of my prick was getting stronger, building, building, building – rising inevitably with each of her downward thrusts to the point where I knew the dam would be able to hold it no longer. The point of release was coming, yes definitely coming- “Uhh”, closer- “Uhh” – closer, -“Uhh” -closer. I tensed against it, but it was inevitable. Bravely I surrendered myself to meet it. She was starting to moan now, her eyes were closed and I could hear her breath coming faster as she worked me up and down inside of her. She started to grind forwards and backwards, rocking to and fro slightly with each downward thrust. It scratched a little but I didn’t mind, the growing urgency in her was exhilarating. I felt things change inside of her, it was as if she had grabbed my prick with her hand (but how could she?). The working of a woman’s vaginal muscles was still a mystery to me, all I knew was a delicious firmness as her vagina gripped my shaft tightly during her ride, my prick twitched a couple of times in response. Then she seemed to convulse on top of me moaning “Uhh, Uhh, Uhh” in time with the twitches inside of her as her own muscles spasmed and gripped, gripped, gripped my shaft. The feeling was unbelievable! The dam burst, the flaring heat of the stars enveloped me, the bed dissolved and I tumbled again headlong into the raw heat of creation as a rushing sound filled my head. This time I was dimly aware, as if a long way off, that my own prick was pulsing, pulsing, pulsing and a feeling as if my very essence was spurting from me deep into Daphne’s thirsty body as my first ever spending rose from my balls. “Arrghh” I screamed as for the first time I felt the male fluid leave me. It was weak and thin with a lack of sperm, but it was plentiful and it rushed to bathe her cervix even as her throbbing pussy rejoiced to receive it… Her cunt muscles responded to my gift and milked my prick just as I had so recently suckled at her breast. I answered with milky spurt after spurt of seminal fluid, emitted just as deep inside her as my straining hips could thrust me.
We both stopped moving and there was silence for a moment, she started to giggle almost hysterically –I felt her body suddenly prickle with goosebumps and she started to tremble uncontrollably on top of me as the strength of the orgasm receded. I too felt cold, so we pulled the quilt over us and lay still. She remained crouched on top of me with my softening penis still closeted within her. “Hmm, hmm- that was good” she said “It’s been a long time and I needed that”. I had to agree that I had needed that too –although I hadn’t known that I did. “So no more preaching” she said with a mock severity, “I’m sorry that I had to force you, but you had to know what you were talking about… its not at all simple is it?” I had to agree, there was no doubt that the feelings she had shown me were the most intense sensations I had ever experienced- or was ever likely to. How could such a thing not be good? How would I have felt now if some prig told me that I should never do this again, but should rather read the bible and seek the strength to resist? I knew it was an unequal struggle; I grew limp and began to slip from Daphne’s body, and, even as my emission began to drip from her to puddle warmly on my stomach, I knew that I wanted to return. I wanted to slip back inside that warm, wonderful, heavenly place, I wanted to refill her with my shaft and my fluid and I wanted to rejoice in the sheer delight of her soft body just as soon as I was able. I had learned my lesson and I just hoped she would let me study some more.

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