Beginnings

by liminater

How I learned what a naughty boy I really am:)

“Bye, Mom,” I yelled as I ran out our back door. I knew that Christy would be waiting for me, and I was in a hurry… she had promised the night before that she would meet me in the woods, at our secret spot, and continue what we had talked about then.

I was six years old, and “the woods” was actually nothing more than an empty lot behind my family’s home, with a stand of trees and a lot of brush. In the center of it, trampled down by years of kids using it as a hideout, was a small clearing that could not be seen from outside, and anyone coming towards it made so much noise that you always had plenty of warning… and the night before, I had almost had Christy talked into pulling her pants down for me when her mom started calling for her to come home for dinner.

It was a Saturday, and Christy had said she would meet me in the clearing at ten. I wanted to get there first, because I had a surprise for her.

At six, I had been “playing naughty” for a couple of years already. It started when I accidentally caught my older sister Maggie with her pants down one day, and was curious about the differences between our legs. Maggie was nine, and let me look at her, but made me show her my own peepee, too, and we played with each other for a few minutes. A few days later, she asked if I wanted to play a game with her, and before it was over we were licking and sucking each other. We still played now and then, but she was eleven now and had lots of friends. I didn’t get her alone nearly as often as I wanted to.

So when Christy’s family moved in and I found out she was the same age as me, I immediately began plotting how to get her clothes off of her.

The surprise I had for her was a magazine, something I had stolen from the box my step dad thought I didn’t know about. It was in the bottom of the bathroom closet, and covered by sheets and blankets, and was filled with magazines with pictures of naked women and people having sex. I was fascinated by some of those pictures, especially the ones of men with big cocks shoved up inside what I thought must be the woman’s ass, until I had showed it to Maggie one day and she showed me her other hole… and I was determined to get Christy to try it with me, even though my pecker was nowhere near that big. I figured her hole wouldn’t be all that big either, so it should work… right?

Sure enough, she was right on time, and I set right to work, showing her the magazine and what I wanted her to let me do. She was scared, and yet I could tell she was also excited… and it took about ten minutes for her to agree to take her pants off, but all she wanted to do was touch and lick for today… and I agreed happily, yanking my own pants off as fast as I could.

Christy was fascinated by my little dick, and stared at it for several seconds before touching it. It was hard and standing straight as an arrow for her, and when her hand closed around it, I moaned with pleasure. I let her play with it for a minute, and then reached out to touch her pussy, and she shyly spread her legs apart so I could reach it.

We were sitting side by side, but sort of facing each other, her legs pointed one way and mine the other, so we could reach each other easily. I could see from her face that she liked what I was doing to her pussy, just the way Maggie had taught me to touch and play with hers.

Christy said, “In the magazine, they’re kissing and stuff. You wanna do that stuff too?”

I nodded and leaned forward to kiss her, and her closed lips pressed against mine for a second. Again, Maggie’s instruction came to the rescue.

“Do you know what ‘French kissing’ is?” I asked.

“I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know how to do it. Isn’t it something like just rubbing your lips together for a long time?”

“No,” I told her, “it’s when you open your mouth and let our tongues touch each other.”

She looked at me doubtfully for a second, but then leaned towards me, her mouth open enough that I could see her tongue trying to dart out. I kissed her and slipped my tongue into her mouth and she jumped, but didn’t pull back. We held the kiss for a few moments, and then I let go and leaned back.

“Okay, what’s next?” she asked.

“Well, now you’re supposed to suck it!” I said.

Christy leaned down close to my dick and looked at it for a moment and then opened her mouth and sucked me in like she was trying to draw milk up a straw. I told her to do it the way Maggie did… not really sucking too hard, but running her tongue over it, and moving her head up and down, sliding her lips over it. I loved seeing my entire little pecker disappear into this pretty little girl’s mouth, and I kept playing with her pussy while she did it. It felt good… not as good as Maggie, who had told me that she learned it from a grownup man, but good.

After a couple of minutes, I had her stop and lay back, so I could move down and lick her pussy. This was my favorite part of what Maggie and I did, at least so far. Maggie made lots of sounds that told me she was enjoying it, and sure enough, some moans began to come from Christy’s mouth as I licked up and down her front crack. When I pushed my tongue in between the two halves of it and hit that little button, she moaned even louder, and I licked and sucked that spot for almost ten minutes, I’m sure.

Finally, Christy started bucking her hips and I knew that she was really into it with me now. When she slowed down, I stopped and asked her if she wanted to try the “fucking” like we saw in the magazines, and she agreed to try it.

I used my finger to find her other hole and pushed it in and out for a few seconds. The wetness I thought must have come from my sucking and licking, and it was easy to slide a finger in just a little way, so I moved into position and had a hell of a time getting my little dick aimed right… but then it squeezed in just a bit, and we “fucked” for the first time.

Luckily for me, Christy’s appetite for “naughty” was as big as my own, and after that we took every chance we could get to play this way, and almost always “fucked” before we were done. We did it in the clearing mostly, but we got daring enough that we did it in my house a few times when my parents and sister were gone, and we even started doing it in her bedroom now and then, on her bed. Her mom would usually peek in on us once right after we got in her room, and then she’d leave us to have fun, so we didn’t worry about getting caught much.

And then one day, just as I was fingering Christy’s pussy so we could get ready to fuck, Christy’s mom opened the door and walked in… and just stood there looking at us.

We froze, of course. I don’t know what Christy expected, but I had visions of getting spanked all the way to my house, and having my mom and step dad find out what I’d been doing, and spanking me even harder… but that didn’t happen.

Christy’s mom, who had told me to call her Katie, just looked at Christy and asked, “Christy, do you like it when he does that?”

Her bottom lip trembling in fear, Christy nodded.

Katie said, “Okay. But you know you have to keep it secret, right? Don’t ever let Daddy find out.” And she turned and started to walk out of the room.

“Are you gonna tell my mom?” I blurted out.

Katie stopped and looked at me. “No. you don’t want me to, do you?” I shook my head vigorously. “Then I won’t, but you have to promise not to tell that I saw you, either, okay? You won’t tell on me, will you?”

Again I shook my head, relief flooding me. Katie stood there looking at us for a few minutes, and then it was like she made up her mind about something.

“Would you two like it if I showed you how to do some of that stuff better?”

Christy and I looked at each other, and then we slowly nodded, both of us. Katie stood there another long moment, expressionless, as if she were struggling with something… and then asked if we would both swear never to tell anyone, not even our closest friends, and we agreed and swore.

Katie began taking her clothes off, and I couldn’t look away. She was about 25, I guess, but all I knew at the time was she was a grownup woman and I was about to see her naked… every little boys’ dream! Add to this the fact that Katie was probably one of the most beautiful women in town… and I was in heaven!

She stripped quickly, and was soon as naked as we were, and came to sit on the edge of the bed. She looked at us, and I suddenly realized that I still had a finger in Christy’s pussy, and realizing it got me excited and I started pushing it in and out again. Christy jumped a bit but didn’t protest, and I was thrilled when Katie leaned over and took my little dick in her hand and began to stroke it gently.

“Okay, Tony,” she said,” Keep doing what you’re doing to Christy.” And then she leaned down and began to lick my balls, running her tongue around the sack, and then up and down the length of my tiny cock. She licked it for several moments, then put her mouth down on it and began to suck me like I had never experienced before.

Since my dick was occupied, and loving it, I decided to lick Christy some more and leaned down and buried my face in her pussy. I was twisted sideways so Katie could suck me, and was licking and sucking on Christy’s button like mad, getting more and more into it all the time, when I suddenly felt such intense pleasure that it almost hurt. My entire lower body felt like it was going to explode, and there was a burning sensation that went all the way to the tips of my toes… and I moaned so loudly that Katie stopped and looked up at me.

While it had felt incredibly good, when she stopped I felt relief…damn, you can only take so much pleasure, I guess, and the relief of letting my body calm down felt as good as the pleasure that had gotten it so excited! Katie smiled then for the first time, and leaned up and pulled my face away from Christy and kissed me, a full-tongue, holding-my-face-to-hers French fucking kiss! I gave back as good as I could and she let me go and smiled again.

She had us move so she could lie down on her back on the bed, had us lay on either side of her. She kissed me again, and then kissed Christy the same way, before taking our hands and putting them on her tits. She showed us how to squeeze them and play with the nipples, and then to suck them, and we each began sucking one. While we sucked on her tits, she was playing with each of us, and a few moments later she took one of my hands and put it in her pussy.

I had never seen or felt pubic hair except in magazine pictures before that day, and I was surprised at how soft it felt. I played with her for a bit, and finally she asked me to go down there and use my mouth on her, the way I’d done to Christy, and I moved quickly into position, I began to lick it, hair and all, and then she reached down and spread her pussy lips open so I could wrap my lips around her own button… and I nursed it like a calf on its mothers tit!

I got myself going good, and then looked up, and was blown away when I saw that she had moved Christy to straddle her face… and she was licking her daughter’s pussy the same way I had done it, her hands holding Christy by her butt, keeping her in position while Christy leaned her own hands against the wall. The sight of this beautiful young mother eating her daughter’s pussy sent a thrill through me that I didn’t understand, but loved… and I went back to eating Katie with everything I could put into it!

Suddnely, Katie had me stop, and it was Christy’s turn to eat her mom out. I didn’t know at first if she would do it, or if she would think it was gross, but she dived right in and did a fine job. Meanwhile, Katie had me straddle her, and let my dick into her mouth… but every once in a while, she’d let her tongue roam back by my butthole, and even push it against my hole till it went in a bit… and I loved that too!

All at once, Katie began to make some noises of her own, moaning and laughing, interpsersed with some high pitched squeals, and her legs clamped onto Christy’s head as she continued licking her mom’s pussy. Katie’s hips bucked upwards the way Christy’s did when I ate her pussy, and she wrapped her is around my little dick and sucked for all she was worth, letting go every couple of seconds to moan or make other noises.

Then she began to relax, and we were moving again… and this time Katie wanted me to fuck her. She had me kneel between her legs, and took hold of my little three inch pecker and guided it into her hole, and then held my hips and fucked herself with my dick… while I was kissing Christy the way Katie had kissed me. We broke from the kiss, and for some reason Christy leaned down and began to lick and suck on my left nipple… and that feeling of burning pleasure hit me again, and a few moments later I had to stop.

We all sat and talked for a few minutes, and Katie told us that we could play this way anytime we wanted… with her, or on our own… but she hoped we liked it and would want her to play more, She even told me that sometimes, when Christy was at her grandparents’ place, I could still come over and play with her if I wanted to… and if we wanted, she’d teach us even more fun naughty things to do.

the one thing she said over and over was that we must never tell anyone… because if we did, she would get in a lot of trouble, and have to move again.

I got dressed and went home that night feeling wonderfully naughty… and thrilled that I was going to learn even more naughty ways to have fun!

Oh, yes… I had promised to come back the next day and play with them again… and I’ll tell you all about that

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Beginnings

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Mom Helps Hurt Son Take A Shower by Story

My wonderful son was home for the summer, Tony is 19 now. He always comes home during summer. Tony had a part time job working at a restaurant, one day I get a call from him at the hospital. He had burned his hands at work while cooking and he wanted me to go and pick him up and drive him home.

I got to the hospital and my poor baby’s hands were both wrapped up to his forearms. On the drive home he explained what had happened but the more troubling question was, how was he going to use the bathroom with both his hands wrapped up. I told him not to worry, we would figure something out.

It was good to have him home, my husband traveled a lot on his job and I was getting quite lonely in the big house by myself. We arrived home and it didn’t take long for my son to start fidgeting. The boy needed to use the bathroom but he was too embarrassed to ask his mom for help. Finally he couldn’t hold it any longer.

“MOM I need to use the bathroom, what are we going to do?”

“Well I don’t know, okay.okay. how about I pull your pants down and your boxers and I will leave the bathroom so you can pee, will that work”

“Yeah I think I can live with that”

So we head into the bathroom and I stand behind my son, I reach around and unbuckle his pants and pull them down, then I hook my fingers in his boxers and pull them down also. I could not help but notice his tight buns. I know a mother is not supposed to think these thoughts, but I couldn’t stop staring at his ass.

I guess I stood so long that Tony said “okay mom you can leave now”

“Oh yeah.. uh .huh.If you need anything call out”

“Thanks mom I am not sure what I would do if you were not here”

“Come on baby you’re my son, that’s what mothers are for”

I didn’t entirely close the door so I could hear him if he called out, as I was walking away I couldn’t stop myself from taking a quick peak. And oh my God, my son was peeing into the toilet, it looked so funny, him trying to hit the bowl without using his hands by aiming with his hips, but what struck me was the size of his cock, even when soft it was longer than my husbands.

I quickly walked away and tried to wipe the image from my head, but I couldn’t. The image kept creeping back in. Am I crazy, I can’t be thinking about this?

We got into a normal routine for the next few days, it helped that my husband was away on business. It might have been to embarrassing to help Tony if my husband was home.

One day I finally told Tony “Son you have to bathe, you stink”

“Now how am I going to bathe with these arms wrapped like this, I can’t get them wet”

“I don’t know but you have to do something”

“Mom get real, I can’t bathe unless you help me”

“Okay then I will help you; I won’t have you stinking up the house”

“How are we going to do it?”

“Well I will put my bathing suit on and I will bathe you from behind, much like when I help you go to the bathroom”

“Okay that will work”

So Tony follows me into my bathroom and I turn on the shower, I take his pants and shirt off and then I slide his boxers off and he walks into the shower, I tell him that I will be right back I am going to put on my bathing suit. I take off all my clothes and I reach for bathing suit, but it had been a while since I had worn it and it was way too small. Now what am I going to do. I decided to just wear my bra and panties.

I opened the shower door and walked in, and my son whistled “Wow mom you look great”

“Sorry my bathing suit was too small; this is all I could think of to wear”

I was feeling naked, my son was ogling me. I can’t say I blame him I think I still look pretty good for my age. I am 40 now but I still in pretty good shape. My butt is bigger than when I was 19 but my husband has no complaints and he adores my big breasts. He loves to suck on my large areolas.

My husband doesn’t like me to trim my pussy and right now I was cursing his name because my pussy hairs were not completely covered by my panties, that were quickly becoming see through. I told my son to stop looking over his shoulders and to turn around.

“Oh come on mom your seeing me naked, it is not fair that I can’t at least see you in your underwear”

“This is not about being fair but about washing you, now turn your head young man”

“Okayyyyyyyy MOM”

I looked down at myself and it became quite apparent what had captured Tony’s gaze. My bra was soaked and had become completely transparent.

I started to wash his hair, it was funny watching Tony trying not to let his hands get wet while we showered, it looked like he was being searched by the police with his arms high in the air. I started to wash his back and the lower I got the more aroused I got. Stop that he is your son for goodness sakes. But I couldn’t stop the thoughts from creeping in, the closer I got to his butt the more wicked my thoughts were.

I skipped over his butt and got on my knees and washed his legs, I worked my way up his legs until I was washing the back of his thighs, and I took a deep breath and started to wash his ass. Tony was frozen still as I quickly washed his ass. I then stood up and wrapped my hands around him from behind and started to wash his chest. I could feel my breasts being crushed against him and I could only wonder what was going through his mind.

My hands moved down to wash his stomach, my god he had a tight stomach, Tony is 6 foot 2, tall and handsome with brown hair and eyes, he was always so well tanned, you could tell he worked out with all his muscles bulging. Tony was so proud that he weighed 225 pounds of solid muscle, and now here was his mom exploring every inch of his body. After finishing up his stomach I put more soap on my hands reached around and let my hands slide down his pubic hair and I grasped his cock.

Tony gasped” Mom what are you doing”

“Just washing you all over, I am sure that part of your body needs washing too, besides you’re my son I use to wash you when you were little so shut up and let me do my job”

As we were talking I was washing his cock and balls, I couldn’t help but notice his cock was growing, but I pretended not to notice and I said. “All done” and I got out. I dried myself while Tony stayed in to give me my privacy. When I had left the bathroom he got out and dried himself as best as he could.

That night I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind, here I was feeling up my son and I loved it. How could this be? I was talking to my husband as we do every night, we still enjoy sex and when he is away we enjoy phone sex.

My husband was helping me get off as I masturbated but instead of thinking of my husband all I could think off was Tony as I played with my clit. I had a mind bending orgasm as I thought of my son. I hung up the phone with Dave, feeling very guilty I drifted off to sleep. For the next few days the routine didn’t change.

Finally on the fifth day as I was bathing Tony he said “Mom I can’ take it anymore my balls are aching”

“What do you mean?

“MOM when you go a long time and you have someone toying with you.. well men get blue balls”

I started to laugh “Oh my god.. I am so sorry baby I didn’t know I was having that effect”

“MOM I hate to ask but could you help me out”

“WHAT are you crazy what are you suggesting”

“Mom just reach over when you’re washing me and just stroke a little bit till I can release my tension”

“Do you know what your asking, its one thing for me to help you bathe but quite another to masturbate you.”

“I know mom but it really hurts”

“Okay but you have to keep this between us. My god I would die if anyone found out”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that mom, I can’t imagine I would want anyone to know my mom jerked me off”

“Hey watch your language I am still your mom”

“”I am sorry mom, I am just so frustrated”

“Okay forget it; let me do this before I change my mind”

I stood behind him and pressed my breasts on his back as I reached around and searched for his cock. My hand was sliding down his tummy, and I felt the tip of his cock, he was already hard. I slowly let my hand glide over his cock. It was so different now, I wasn’t trying to hurry, I was now caressing his cock, and my other hand reached around and massaged his ball. I took my hand and started to massage his cock back and forth.

Tony was moaning as I masturbated him. I felt him breathing faster and I knew he was close. Then it happened I felt his cock start to throb and he started cumming, I continued stroking his cock as his cum hit the shower wall.

“OHhhh thanks mom I really needed that”

“My pleasure honey, I was glad that I could make you feel all better now”

I started to wash the cum off my hand but when he wasn’t looking I reached up and tasted his cum, what in the world possessed me to do that.

I got out off the shower and Tony headed to his room. What had I just done, I had masturbated my baby, and it felt gooooood. That night I came so hard as my husband talked me through another orgasm. Now I was hooked on masturbating my son, every night I milked his cock. On the 4th night Tony asked me if he could turn around so he could watch me masturbate him.

I don’t know”

“Mom please, you play with me every night, the least you could do is let me look at you while you play with me, besides I will come even faster”

“Okay go ahead”

Tony turned around and he was now standing next to me, I reached over and grasped his cock and started pulling on it.

“Mom you look really hot in your panties and bra”

“Thanks but you shouldn’t be thinking about those things”

“Come on mom I can’t help it, you do look hot”

“You really think so”

“I know so, dad is one lucky man”

“Ahh that is so sweet, thanks honey”

It was surreal; my son is complementing me on my looks as I jerked him off. He very quickly started to cum and it hit my stomach. We both looked down and laughed as the water washed off the cum.

The next night Tony had one more request, “Mom you could you please take your bra off.please pretty please”

“I don’t think so young man”

“Oh come on mom I can practically see them anyway, come just this one time”

“Okay just this one time” But we both knew it wouldn’t be just this one time, each day we crossed new boundaries that we had no business crossing. I took off my bra and my breasts flopped out. My nipples were so hard from the water hitting them and when my son looking at them I could see the lust in his eyes.

“You like what you see”

“Oh yes it is the way I always pictured them”

Didn’t take him long to cum when he saw my breasts. The next day Tony had a new request. If I didn’t know any better I would swear the boy was trying to seduce me, but I knew it was just curiosity.

“Mom can you get on your knees and let me come on your tits”

“WHAT are you crazy?”

“Come on mom, it will really make me cum fast.please”

“Okay just this one time”

Tony is so tall that when I was on my knees his cock was at my chin. I knelt back a little and started to stroke his cock, I now had a real nice view of it and I studied it as I stroked it. He must have been around 8 inches long and real thick and veiny with a big mushroom head. I was enjoying masturbating him and he was moaning as I stroked his cock.

“OH yeah mom stroke my cock, make me cum on your tits”

Normally I would have slapped him for talking to me this way, but when I heard the words escape his lips it just made me hornier. I couldn’t wait for him to cum all over my breasts. His legs started to turn to mush and I knew he was close. I pulled myself a little higher and then he let loose with a stream of cum hitting my nipples, it was so erotic.

For the next two days I stroked his cock until he came on my tits. On the third day, as I was kneeling and stroking him, Tony moved his hips real fast and his cock hit my lips.

“What in the world are you doing?”

“I’m sorry.I’m sorry. I never had a blowjob. I don’t know what came over me”

“You’ve never had a blow job?”

“No”

“Come on tell me the truth”

“No really mom I have never had one”

“Wow I can’t believe it”

“Well it’s true, mom please .please let me just slip my cock in your mouth just once. I want to know what it feels like”

“I don’t know”

“Come one, mom just this once”

“Okay just this once”

With that my lips reached out and I let his cock enter my mouth, it was so hard and big and it felt so amazing. My tongue swirled around his head and he moaned as he pushed his hips and fucked my face. When he was getting close I pulled my mouth away and I jerked him off till he came on my chest.

“Wow….thanks mom that felt wonderful”

I couldn’t wait to get back to my room, lock the door and masturbate.

The next day we went to the doctor and had his bandages removed. His hands looked so much better. We went home but I had an empty feeling in my gut. I was no longer needed. I had no excuse to suck his cock anymore.

When we arrived at home Tony said “Come on mom I need to take a shower”

“You don’t need me anymore”

“Oh come on mom, one more time please”

I was ecstatic. “Okay one last time mister”

We walked in the bathroom and Tony said “as long as this is the last time do you think for once we could both be nude instead of just me”

“Sure why not, since this will be the last time”

I felt Tony’s eyes on me as I lowered my panties “nice bush mom, you’re so hairy”

“Yeah your dad won’t let me trim it he likes it that way”

“So do I”

I got on my usual position, on my knees and I took his cock in my mouth. As I sucked his cock, I felt Tony’s hands massaging my neck. When he didn’t feel me pull away, his hands went lower until he was massaging my breasts, it felt sooooooo gooood. He was pinching my nipples as I sucked him deeper. I was about to pull away when I sensed he was getting close, but then I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding my head on his cock as he thrust deeper and faster.

“Gulp TOONNYY ”

Then I felt the first splash hit my tongue, I felt Tony cumming in my mouth.

“OH YEAH MOM TAKE MY CUM”

He kept pumping more cum from his cock

“OH MOM YOU MOUTH FEELS SO GOOD.. EAT MY CUM MOM ..TAKE IT ALL”

Here I was on my knees as my son came in my mouth, I could feel the cum dripping from the corners of my mouth as my son continued to spew his cum in his mothers mouth.

He finally let go of my head, but it was too late I had already swallowed most of his cum.

“Thanks mom you’re amazing”

I stood up and I felt his hands reach for my pussy.

“Just what do you think your doing?”

“Come on mom I know you must be horny, let me make you cum with my fingers”

Not another word was spoken as he played with my clit, I felt his hands enter my pussy, I was so wet. Tony then turned me around so he could play with my ass, I felt powerless to stop him as he rubbed me all over, his hands caressed my ass and as he reached for my pussy I could feel his hard cock resting on my ass.

He told me to reach out and put my hands on the shower wall, as I leaned over I felt Tony rubbing his cock all over my ass. Oh my god, what was he doing to me. His cock felt so hard as he rubbed it on my crack. I felt him teasing me; he was rubbing his cock on the outside of my lips, rubbing it all over.

Then it happened I felt his cock enter my pussy, he was so much bigger than his dad. His cock filled my pussy, we both groaned as he impaled himself on me. There were no more barriers to cross; my son was fucking his mother.

Tony grabbed my hips and started fucking me real fast I could feel his cock hitting my uterus, he was in so deep. With a final thrust I felt his cum splash the inside of my pussy. My beautiful son was cumming inside me and I loved it.

I felt his cock slip out of my pussy and I felt empty. We shut off the shower and dried ourselves, and then Tony took me by the hand and led me to my marital bed. He laid me down on the bed on my stomach and asked me if we had any baby oil. I told him to go look in the medicine cabinet.

He came back and poured a little oil on my back; he bent over and kissed me on my neck as he massaged the oil in. He continued massaging me going lower and lower with every pass till he was rubbing the top of my ass. I felt him reach over and he poured more oil on my ass. He then massaged my globes all over.

“Mom you have a beautiful ass, I could rub it all day”

“And you have wonderful hands; you make me feel so good.”

Tony then pulled my legs apart and I felt him massaging my inner thighs, I felt him getting closer and closer to my pussy, then I felt his pinky flick one of my lips and I melted. He was rubbing his fingers all around my crack and then I felt his index finger enter my ass. He had his knuckle buried in my ass and it felt wonderful. He pulled it out and moved down to my pussy; he was now rubbing my pussy when I felt his tongue licking the crack of my ass. Oh My God.

Tony then took both his hands and spread my cheeks as his tongue worked his magic, he was licking me all over, he lowered his mouth an licked my pussy, when his tongue hit my clit I had my first orgasm. He left my pussy and licked higher till he was licking all around my small little pink hole, then Oh my god I felt his tongue enter my ass. No one had ever done that before.

I couldn’t believe all the things I was letting my son do to me. He then pulled his tongue out and got behind me, and placed his cock on my ass.

“Mom I am gonna fuck your ass”

“Please baby go slow, no one has ever fucked me there”

“Not even Dad”

“Not even your dad baby”

“Oh I love it mom, it’s like you been saving you ass for me”

“Please be gentle baby”

“I will mom.I will”

I felt his cock push the head in slowly.god it felt like he was shoving a bat up my ass. But I couldn’t deny him. He slowly pushed more of his cock in and I started to enjoy the feeling. My son had his cock up my ass, what else was left. Mother and son had done everything now. My son was fucking my ass and I loved it. My son pushed me on the bed; he leaned into me and was showering me with kisses as he fucked me.

“OH mom I’m cummmmmiggggggggg”

I felt his cock erupt inside my ass; my baby was cumming inside me. We fell asleep with his cock buried inside me, we took a short nap. I woke up and looked at the clock it was eleven pm. I got up and washed up in the bathroom.

My son came in and as he walked by he rubbed my ass and said “Damn I love your butt mom”

I smiled back and grabbed his cock “Not as much as I love this”

“Let’s go back to bed mom I want to make love to you again”

We got in bed and my son got on top of me and slowly teased me with his cock, he finally entered my pussy and was slowly fucking me when the phone rang. Oh shit I forgot and my husband was calling to say goodnight.

“Shit stop Tony, it’s your dad on the phone”

I reached over and picked up the phone.

“Hi honey”

“Hi babe how was everything today”

Tony didn’t stop he was still inside me and slowly fucking my pussy as I talked with his dad. I kept giving him dirty looks but he just smiled and continued fucking me. It was hard holding down a conversation with your husband as your son is fucking you.

“So did Tony get his bandages off?”

“Yeap all went smooth”

How’s he doing?”

“Oh he is doing great”

“Put him on the phone I want to talk to him”

“Okay. Tony come get the phone, your dad’s on”

Tony smiled as he spoke “Hi dad how is work” Tony continued to fuck me as he talked to his dad.

I couldn’t believe as I watched him on the phone. He was talking to his dad as he fucked his mother. He handed the phone back as I heard him say “okay bye dad I am going to go watch T.V.”

He handed me the phone and started to fuck me a little faster. His cock felt so good in my pussy.

“Okay honey Tony is gone”

“Good because I am horny tonight”

Dave proceeded to jerk off as he spoke to me “God honey I missed you, I love your pussy, pretend I am there and I am fucking you right now”

“Oh baby your cock feels so good in me”

Tony loved it he started to fuck me faster; he had his ear to the phone as Dave talked me through an orgasm.

“Wow honey your really into it tonight”

I responded “Uh huh oh baby your cock feels so good in me, fuck me baby”

Every time I said it Tony started to fuck me faster. I started to cum and I screamed “OH yesssssss I am cumming arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh”

At that point I felt Tony cumming and we could here Dave cumming on the other side of the phone.

“Wow Linda, that was amazing I swear if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were getting fucked”

“Hmmmm Yes you loved that wouldn’t you. That’s always been your fantasy hasn’t it. You always wanted to watch me get fucked by another man. Maybe tomorrow night we can roll play it”

“Oh yes baby lets do it”

I hung up the phone and I fell asleep in my son’s arms.

The next night my son was back in my bed and we were just waiting for Dave to call. Sure enough the phone rang and Dave was on the phone.

“So how are you feeling tonight?”

“Horny enough love that I still want to act out your fantasy.”

“Hmm yeah babe I only wish there was someone really in bed with you”

“Would you really want that Dave?”

“Oh Yes”

“You’re not just saying that are you, I’m serious Dave would you really want me to fuck someone else”

“You know I do, you’re the one that always didn’t want to do it”

“What if I agree to now?”

“Don’t you be teasing me now?”

“I am serious, what if I had someone in bed with me right now”

“I would love it”

Well guess what, someone is in bed with me right now”

“Yeah sure”

“Say something”

“Hi”

I heard my husband laughing on the other end. “Who are you trying to fool that’s just Tony”

“Yes I know”

“What are you saying?”

“I am saying, do you still want me to get fucked by someone else”

“Linda what are you saying”

Your son is lying in bed with me naked and we want to know if you still want me to get fucked”

“Oh my god that is so intense..YES I want him to fuck you Linda”

“Don’t tell me, tell your son”

“Tony I want you to fuck your mother and treat her like the slut she is”

“Okay Dad I will fuck her good and hard” Tony handed the phone back to me, your son is getting ready to put his cock in me”

“HMMM I want every little detail. How big is his cock?”

“His cock is so big honey it fills me up”

“I want you to ride him”

“Tony lay on the bed”

“Honey I am standing over our son admiring his hard cock. I am lowering my pussy. He is holding his cock out for me, Honey I can feel his big cock entering my lips OHHHHHHHH honey his cock feel so gooooood”

“Oh yeah baby do you love his cock”

“OH yeah I love his cock, I am riding his cock right now I am bouncing up an down on his cock.Oh yeah baby, fuck your mommy.. Fuck me hard..”

I could hear Dave masturbating as his son fucked me.

“OH Dave I wish you were here to watch him fuck me, he feels so god inside me”

“Oh Dave Oh Dave Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am cumming on your son’s cock”

“Oh yeah baby cum on his cock”

Oh Dave I can feel your son cumming inside me oh he is cumming so deep inside me honey, I can feel his cum. he is cumming so much”

“Oh yeah you love it don’t you, take his cock out and lick it clean NOW”

“I am taking his cock out honey, here talk to your dad”

Hi Dad, mom is cleaning my cock, she is licking it all over, she is sucking my cock dad”

“What’s he saying?”

“He says for you to clean all the cum out of my cock mom”

“Tell him I am . Tell him I am going to fuck you all night. Now say goodnight.. I have some fucking to do”

“Good night Dad mom will tell you all about it when you get home tomorrow night.”

As my son hung up the phone I knew my life would never be the same, I continued fucking him all night just as we promised his dad.

Dave called me from the airport saying he would be home in a few minutes. When he walked in the front door he yelled “I’M home”

“I am up here honey in the bedroom”

Dave walked in and was shocked, on the bed was his son behind me, fucking me doggie style. Dave dropped his bag “Wow you two look hot”

“Get out of your clothes and join the fun; we thought you might enjoy our surprise”

“Oh yeah I love surprises.”

Dave took his clothes off, but he never took his eyes off his son’s cock as it entered my pussy. He walked over to me and I grabbed his cock and pulled it to my mouth. How great was this, I was sucking my husbands cock while my son fucked me.

I felt Tony cumming and I said “Your son is cumming inside me honey”

Dave heard that and started to cum I pulled his cock back into my mouth so I could capture his cum. I had my son cumming in my pussy and my husband cumming in my mouth. What else could a girl ask for?

“Honey remember that fantasy of yours”

“What fantasy”

I got on my back “Dave come here and lick my pussy, clean my cunt out”

“MMMMMMMMMM”

Dave got between my legs and started to suck the cum right out”

Tony came over to my face and pushed his cock in my mouth. I cleaned off his cock as he watched his dad eat his cum out of my pussy.

We fucked the rest of the night till my pussy was too sore to fuck, we fell asleep me sandwiched between my two lovers.

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Catching Mom

Catching Mom
by BarondeSade©

Rich finished up his successful sales trip a day early. Returning home, he knew his father was still out of town, so he thought that he would drop by and see if his mother, Clarice would like to join him for a late dinner.

Turning down the street his parents lived on, he was surprised to see Henry Tyler’s car parked out in driveway in front of his parent’s house. Henry was Seth’s boss, and it wasn’t too uncommon for him to visit. But with his father out of town, it did seem a bit odd, Rich thought.

Knowing his mother was a bit of a flirt, he wondered if anything untoward was going on between her and Henry. Deciding not to stop in front of the house, he drove down to a side street and pulled his car up to the curb…

Getting out, he surreptitiously crept back down the sidewalk to the house. Stepping up to the gate leading into the backyard, he unlocked it and slipped inside. Seeing the light from the recreation room shining out onto the patio, he quietly closed the gate behind him. The patio cover hid the windows from the prying eyes of the neighbors, and his parent’s rarely, if ever closed the curtains because of it.

Creeping up to the window, he peered inside.

What he saw stunned him.

Henry was sitting on the couch looking up at Clarice who stood in front of him with a drink in her hand.

But when he saw the way she was dressed, he was astonished. Staring at his mother, he felt shock waves go racing down his spine to his cock.

She had on a pair of bright, red stiletto heeled pumps that had to be at least four inches tall. Her shapely legs, arched beautifully by the heels, were encased in a pair of sheer, red, lace-top thigh high hose that ended just above mid thigh. The red, French-cut, panties she wore didn’t even cover her hairy pussy, and left her gorgeous, bowling ball butt completely bare. As he swept his eyes higher up her full figure, he saw a racy, red garter belt with its long, red thongs reaching down to the top of her hose. And she had put it on, under her panties, so that she wouldn’t have to take it off when she took her panties off. Above that he saw her big, saggy breasts were almost totally exposed, resting in a lacy, red push-up bra that provided support to her big tits, but little else. He could easily see the evidence of her excitement as her big, puffy nipples proudly jutted out at Henry. Then she said something to Henry and laughed as she pointed down at Henry’s lap.

Running his eyes over to Henry, Rich saw that he had his shirt unbuttoned as he sat sipping on his drink. And he obviously had his pants unbuttoned too, as sticking up out of his shorts was his big, hard cock. It was apparently the topic of their conversation as both of them were looking down at it and laughing.

Watching on in stunned silence, he saw his mother lift her drink to her mouth and take a long pull on it. Then she leaned down and set it on the coffee table. As she did, her big tits dangled down below her, jiggling softly when she turned and gracefully sat down beside Henry. She said something else to Henry that Rich couldn’t hear because of the closed window, then reached out and took hold of Henry’s jutting cock. Laughing, she twisted her hand up and down the towering cock as they talked. Then she leaned down over his cock and gave it a big, wet kiss. Still working her hand up and down the shaft of the giant, she slowly opened her mouth and sucked its big, bloated head into her mouth. Watching his mother suck on Henry’s cock, Rich felt a jolt of excitement tear through his own rock-hard cock as it throbbed excitedly.

Then, Rich saw Henry reach out and rest his hand, palm down on the back of her head. Rich watched on in a daze as Henry dug his fingers down into her long, brown hair and began to push and pull her head up and down. Sparkles of light danced off her long, dangling earrings as her head bobbed up and down. Rich watched on jealously as her ruby red lips worked up and down on the thick, swollen shaft of Henry’s big cock.

Keeping his eyes locked on them, Rich reached down and quickly unzipped his pants. Digging down inside his shorts, he dragged his throbbing cock out into the open. Watching his mother hungrily sucking and fisting Henry’s big cock, Rich began to work his hand up and down his own cock.

Sickly wondering what it would feel like to have her sucking on his dick, he saw her cheeks hollow as she roughly sucked on Henry’s cock. As she sucked, she cupped Henry’s big balls in her hand and was plucking and pulling at them with her long fingers.

He couldn’t believe it. How could she do that to him? Was it of her own free will? Or was she being coerced to do it? Did Henry threaten to fire Sam if she didn’t cooperate? Or was there money involved? Or was she just doing it because she wanted to do it? His Dad was gone an awful lot… Maybe his mother was just horny and Henry was taking care of that for her…

The way she was dressed and acting, it certainly didn’t appear to be any duress involved. And the way she was gobbling Henry’s big cock, it looked like she was enjoying it. Really enjoying it, as she roughly twisted her hand round his cock at the same time she stroked it. Finally, he saw Henry say something and his mother lifted her mouth up off his cock. Rich disgustedly saw that the monster was glistening wetly with her spit.

Then, with a calculated look of anticipation, Henry pushed himself up to his feet and stepped out of his pants. Reaching down to her, he took Clarice’s hands and gently pulled her up to her feet. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her to him, hugging her tightly as their lips met. Mouths open, they hungrily kissed for the longest time. While they did, he could see his mother thrusting herself against Henry’s cock as they grappled and wrestled with each other. If there was coercion, he sickly thought, his mother hid it well as he continued to slowly stroke his cock. Finally, they broke, breathing heavily as they lustily stared into each other’s eyes.

Then, without another word, they turned and walked, hand in hand, down the hall. Rich watched Henry’s big cock slashing the air in front of him as his mother’s bowling ball butt jiggled delightfully with each step she took. He could imagine the sound of her high heels on the hardwood floor as she strutted down the hallway and turned into the guestroom with Henry right by her side.

It couldn’t believe his luck. When he was a horny teenager, he had taken it on himself to make a peek hole looking into the guestroom. With it, he could watch as guests undressed, not knowing that they had an uninvited visitor. And one night, he had even caught his Aunt and Uncle fucking. Hoping that his secret hadn’t been discovered, he sneaked around to the hidden peek hole. Quietly pulling out the board that hid the hole, he leaned down and looked inside the room.

There they were. His mother lying on her back, as Henry had his fingers dug down under her panties and was pulling them down her long legs. As he did, Rich saw a sparkle of light flash from his mother’s wedding ring. A sick reminder of the desecration taking place in the room, he thought to himself as he watched Henry slip her panties off over her stiletto heels. But Rich didn’t know why he found it so offensive because he would trade place with Henry in a heartbeat who was standing at the foot of the bed grinning, lifting the wisp of red cloth up to his nose and taking a whiff of it.

Rich heard the murmur of his voice, but couldn’t make out what he said to Clarice who laughed back up at him. Then still holding the panties in his hand, Henry quickly shucked his shorts down his sinewy legs as his cock jumped and bobbed in front of him. Staring at the man’s big cock, he saw him bend down and quickly strip off his shorts, shoes and socks as Clarice lay watching him.

She said something to him as he stood back up and they both laughed. Then he draped her panties over his cock. Rich watched the flimsy, red fluff dance and jiggle as Henry clenched the muscles around the base of his cock, making it twitch and jump.

Watching them talk, he was still unable to hear what they said. But he could only imagine the topic was probably once again, the monstrosity jutting out of Henry’s groin as it jumped and jerked when he pulled his shirt back over his shoulders.

Finally, Henry stood naked at the foot of the bed, lustily staring down at Clarice as she slowly parted her legs. Grinning up at him, she dug her stiletto heels down into the bed and pushed her knees up into the air, widening the gap between her lovely legs. Henry, in the meantime, tossed her panties aside, crawled up onto the bed and up between her nylon-encased thighs. Reaching down between the rounded U of her legs with both hands, she gently grasped the bobbing giant and guided it down to the oozing, wet hole there.

The emotions swirling through Rich’s head were making him dizzy. He was feeling them all.

Anger…jealousy…envy…lust…disgust…loathing.

Rich gawked on, seeing his mother’s meaty pussy for the very first time, other than the very first time he had been expelled from it. But, he had no recollection of that.

The thick, fleshy lips encircling the oozing wound were wetly coated with her glistening juices as the head of Henry’s cock slowly approached it. Holding his cock with the tips of her fingers, she led it down to its baptism inside the wetness of her cunt. Luckily, or unluckily, Rich thought, his vantage point gave him a perfect view of Henry’s cock as it gradually disappeared between her bulky, pink lips. Rich could even see the big, blue veins jutting out of the pink barrel of Henry’s thick, round cock. Then his mother’s lips moved as she spoke and Henry thrust forward, driving his entire cock down into her gluttonous hole.

God, if that were only my cock, Rich dizzily thought, watching their groins grind together as his mother pulled Henry’s mouth down to hers. They kissed open-mouthed for several long moments, then Henry’s ass began to methodically rock back and forth at the same time his big cock sloshed in and out of her pussy.

But wait, Rich giddily thought…maybe…maybe… it could be me…me on top of her pounding my cock into her pussy instead of Henry.

He had caught her in the act…caught them in the act…he had them…had them right where he wanted them, he perversely thought.

Not only could he blackmail his mother, he laughed to himself…he might even be able to supplement his income with a few donations from Henry…wouldn’t that be a hoot…get to fulfil a lifetime fantasy…and fucking get paid for it…

You’re one more sick puppy, Rich told himself, watching Henry hammer his big, juice-drenched cock into his mother’s pussy.

And there, right in front of him was all the evidence he needed, he laughed to himself. Right there on Henry’s bouncing butt. A big, hairy mole was perched right in the middle of one quivering ass-cheek. That along with the knowledge of his mother’s outfit would be more than enough proof to convince them that he had actually witnessed their illicit indiscretion…

He didn’t know how long they fucked, but his mother had three or four orgasms before Henry finally shot his load.

As soon as he saw Henry finish, he quickly stroked his own cock up to ejaculation and shot his seed-filled load out onto the side of the house under the window. Then, stuffing his cock back into his pants, and replacing the board, he quickly fled the scene and headed back to his apartment to plan out his twisted revenge on his mother and Henry.

Stepping up to the door, Rich rang the doorbell and impatiently waited for his mother to answer it.
Suddenly, the door opened.

“Well, hello, Richard,” his mother said in a low, sultry voice. “Right on time, as usual. Come on in, and I’ll get my things.”

“You look especially nice, tonight, Mom,” he grinned, stepping inside and sweeping his eyes over her mountainous breasts that were bulging up from the top of her black, low-cut dress.

“Why, thank you, Dear,” she purred, smiling at him then walking over to retrieve her shawl and purse.

Rich watched her ass roll like a pair of bowling balls under the tight dress as she clopped across the room in her high heels.

Maybe he’d even have a little of that, too, he sickly thought.

Draping her shawl over her shoulders, she picked up her purse and stepped back over to where he stood.

“Ready?” she smiled, taking his hand in hers.

“Sure am,” he grinned back at her, pushing the door open and letting her pull him through it.

Closing the door behind them, he walked down the sidewalk hand in hand with his mother. Opening the car door, he watched her slide onto the seat. As she did, her dress rode up her creamy thigh giving Rich a nice view of her leg.

“Opps,” she tittered, pushing her dress back down her leg.

“Nice,” Rich said, closing the door.

They idly chatted as they ate their meal, but Rich didn’t bring up the subject of their rendezvous until they were finished and the waiter stepped up with the bill.

Putting his credit card down on the little tray, he turned to his mother and smiled at her again.

“I know,” he said, reaching over and taking her hand in his.

“You know what?” she laughed softly, staring back into his eyes with an amused grin on her pretty lips.

“I know about you…you and Henry,” he said.

He watched the color drain from her face as her mouth dropped open. She didn’t say a word for the longest time as she stared back at him with a stunned look on her face.

“How? When?” she finally choked out as the waiter stepped back up to the table and handed Rich his receipt to sign.

“Yesterday evening,” Rich said, scribbling his signature on the receipt and handing it back to the waiter.

Pausing until the waiter had gone, he reached back over and took hold of her clammy hand again.

“I saw you…you and Henry through the window,” he told her. “I didn’t know that I had such a good looking Mom. And, oh by the way, you look really nice in red.”

“Why? Why did you…you do that?” she asked, watching him push his chair back and stand up.

“Why? I was about to ask you the same thing,” he laughed, stepping around behind her and pulling her chair back for her.

Standing up in shocked silence, she huffily threw her shawl around her shoulders as Rich took her hand and led her across the room to the exit.

“How could you…” she asked him as he started the car. “How could you do that to me?”

“A little righteous indignation is a good thing,” he said, steering the car out onto the street, “but how could you do that to Dad?”

“I don’t know…I don’t know…it just sort of…happened,” she mumbled, looking straight down the road.

“So…how long have you…you been, uh, been servicing old Henry?” he casually asked.

“Rich…don’t be so vulgar,” she whined.

“Vulgar?” Rich laughed. “And what do you call what you and Henry did?”

Neither of them spoke for several moments as they drove along in silence.

“So…now what?” she finally asked.

“I guess that would be up to you,” he smirked, glancing suggestively down at her jiggling tits.

“What?” she gasped, staring at him in disbelief. “You don’t…you don’t think…NO!”

“It would be a shame if somehow Dad found out…” he smiled icily. “It could be really be a shame if he knew his beautiful wife was fucking his boss. He might do something really nasty.”

“I can’t believe that…that you’re really suggesting,” she fumed, “suggesting that I, I let you, you and I, no, no, I couldn’t, it’s out of the question. Why, that…that would be…be incest for God’s sake!”

“Oh, give all this moral indignation a rest,” Rich muttered. “It’s not a very long step from adultery to incest, you know.”

“How can you think…I’m your Mother, for heaven’s sake,” she fussed. “How could you do…do something like that to me? That’s disgusting!”

Turning the wheel, Rich guided the car over to the curb in front of her house. Reaching down, he shut the car off and turned toward her.

“I never knew that you were such a sexy woman,” he said, glancing down at her heaving breasts, “but the show, you and Henry put on the other night, convinced me different.”

“But that…that was between Henry and I,” she whimpered. “How, how could you expect for it to be be like that…for…with you? I’m your Mother, damn it!”

“That’s what makes it so damned exciting,” he told her with a smirk. “It’s something I’ve wanted forever. I just never thought I’d get a chance…a chance to…well you know.”

“Oh…God…Rich. Think. Think about what you’re asking me to do!” she sobbed, tears streaking down through the makeup on her face. “You’re asking me to…to let my own son fuck…fuck me?”

“Well, it’s obvious that you enjoy fucking,” he smirked. “I counted four or five testaments to that fact the other night. So what difference does it make who’s providing the meat? Hell’s bells…cock is cock, isn’t it. It doesn’t seem to bother you where it’s coming from…Dad’s cock or Henry’s cock. It doesn’t matter to you. So why not mine?”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” she moaned, holding her head in her hands. “I…I just can’t…can’t do it.”

“When is Dad getting back?” Rich casually asked.

“Saturday! Why?” she wept.

“Oh, I was just wondering,” he smiled tauntingly.

“Good night,” she shot back, throwing the door open and thrusting herself out of the car.

Rich grinned, watching her stomp up the sidewalk to the door. She was so mad, it took her several attempts for her to unlock the door. Then turning, she raked an angry glare across his face and disappeared inside.

Well, the cat is out of the bag, Rich told himself as he started the car. Wondering what his mother would do, he drove back to his apartment.

Thursday evening, Rich sat watching the news and sipping on a glass of wine when the phone rang. Letting the answering machine kick on, he listened to his message as he waited.

“Rich…Rich, this is your mother…are you there?”

Picking up the phone, he jabbed the talk button.

“Hi, Mom,” he said into the receiver.

“Rich, I think we need to talk,” she said. “Do you think you could come over tonight?”

“Sure, Mom,” he said, grinning into the receiver. “When?”

“Uh…now…could you come over now?”

“Sure. I’ll leave right now,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she said.

Then Rich heard the dial tone as his mother hung her phone up.

So, what is this all about, he wondered, setting his glass down? Turning the TV off, he threw on a jacket and headed out to see what his mother wanted.

Parking his car in the driveway along side his mother’s car, Rich crawled out. Running his hands down over his pants, he straightened out the wrinkles and walked up to the door. Ringing the doorbell, he waited, wondering what his mother would have to say. Hoping that maybe she might have changed her mind, but doubting it.

Then, the door opened and Rich felt a shiver of excitement tickle through his cock.

“Come in,” his mother said, stepping aside so he could go inside.

Dizzily, Rich saw that she was wearing a long, black robe that flowed down her body, highlighting every nook and cranny, suggestively insinuating what lay hidden beneath it. Then, he saw she was wearing a pair of stiletto heels exactly like the ones she had been wearing the night she had been with Henry, except they were black like her gown. Was she wearing the same lingerie she wore that night, too, he giddily wondered?

Quickly stepping inside, he saw that his mother had a drink in her hand as she pushed the door closed.

“There’s a drink for you on the bar,” she told him, striding toward the couch with the wispy robe billowing out behind her.

“Uh…thanks,” he said, walking over and picking up his drink.

His mother stood by the couch, watching him with a strained look on her face.

“So,” he said, pausing to take a sip of his drink before continuing, “what did you want to talk about?”

Then, she took a sip of her drink and slowly bent down over the coffee table. Setting the glass on the table, she stood back up and turned to face him.

The scene eerily reminded him of the other night just before she had sat down by Henry, except Rich wasn’t sitting on the couch and she had the robe on.

Reaching down to the knot in the sash wrapped around her waist, she slowly, almost teasingly, plucked it open.

Rich waited breathlessly as she stared into his eyes, still holding her gown clasped shut.

“I guess I have no other choice,” she told him, “I have too much to lose.”

Rich watched as she slowly spread the gown open and pushed it back over her shoulders, letting it slither down to the floor. Rich’s eyes raced over her body, reveling in the view as she defiantly stared back at him.

“So…so this is what…what you want,” she said, holding her arms out as she posed for him.

“God…yes…yes,” Rich hissed.

As he stared at her, he saw that she was dressed just as she had been the other night, except this time everything was black. Black pushup bra, black garter belt, black panties, black hose, and black stiletto high heels. Was this her way of telling him that even though she was doing it, she was in mourning for the death of their innocence.

“You know this is so wrong,” she mumbled, easing down onto the couch, “but if it will insure your silence…so be it.”

“But, Mom…” Rich started, but she raised a finger to her lips to shush him.

“Come over here,” she told him as she sat perched on the edge of the couch cushion with her long legs spread apart. (PIC)

Numbly, he stumbled over to her and stepped in front of her.

“You promise to never tell anyone about any of this?” she asked him, looking up at him as her fingers quickly plucked his belt apart. “Henry or you?”

“I promise…” he groaned, staring down into her sad brown eyes.

“No one must ever know,” she muttered, unbuttoning his pants.

“They won’t,” he groaned. “I promise no one will ever know.”

“I still can’t believe I’m letting this happen,” she whined, slowly unzipping his pants.

Spreading his pants open, she let them go slithering down to the floor as her eyes flared when she saw the size of his penis.

Clawing her fingers under the waistband of his shorts, she slowly eased them down off his big cock.

“You…you’re…you’re as big as Henry,” she whispered, timidly running her fingertips over his twitching giant.

“I know,” he told her.

Looking up from his jutting cock, she stared into his eyes for a few moments before she dropped her gaze back down to his cock. Then she slowly leaned forward.

Oh, God, Rich groaned to himself. She’s going to suck my cock, he frantically thought, watching her slowly open her mouth and suck the swollen head of his cock into her mouth.

Staring down at the unbelievable sight, he saw her reach out and grasp his hips in her hands. Feeling her hot tongue on the sensitive, tautly stretched skin of his cock-head, he felt her gently pull him toward her. Gawking down, he watched her lips move along the thick shaft of his throbbing cock as she sucked more and more of it inside her mouth.

Finally, the head of his cock nudged up against the back of her mouth, and Rich felt her push back at him as his spit-coated cock slowly slithered out from between her red lips. Rich had never seen anything so perversely sensual in his whole life as she continued to disgorge his cock until only its giant, swollen head remained inside her mouth. Running her tongue along the bottom of his cock, she slowly pulled it back inside her mouth, tickling and teasing it as she did. Then, she began to push on his hips a little quicker and he joined in, gently rocking his hips back and forth with the same rhythm.

Running his hands down to her head, he lovingly caressed her long, brown hair as he rhythmically fucked her hot mouth. As he did, he watched the long, dangling earrings hanging down from her ears, swing back and forth while the diamond-like stones sparkled and twinkled in the light. The same earrings she had worn the night with Henry.

He saw her cheeks hollow and felt the suction increase as she sucked harder and harder on his slowly pistoning peter.

Did she want him to come in her mouth, he dizzily wondered? That would be awesome, but he wanted her pussy tonight. He wanted to come in her pussy and fill it with his hot syrup. Fill her birth-chamber with his hot, sperm-filled sap. He wanted to desecrate it and punish her for defiling his birthplace. What right did she have to give it away to Henry? It was his…he sickly thought. And tonight, he would reclaim it and make it his once again…

The bubbling reservoir of cum in his swinging balls was about to reach the flash point and he knew that if he intended to deposit inside her pussy, he had to stop…now.

Clutching at her hair, he gently pulled her head back at the same time he jerked his hips back, pulling his steel-hard cock out of her sucking mouth.

“What? What?” she stammered, looking up at him perplexed. “I thought…thought…don’t you want to come, come in my mouth?”

“Yes…yes,” he panted, stepping back out from between her legs, “but first I’m going to come in you like Henry did. In your hot pussy, just like he did!”

“Oh…” she said, staring down at his big, stiff cock that was still pointing straight at her face.

A rosy blush spread out over her cheeks as she slowly closed her legs.

Backing away, Rich quickly took off the rest of his clothes as she reached down and timidly pushed her lacy, black panties down her legs. Just as the other night, he dizzily thought. She had put her panties on over the straps of her garter belt, so that when she took them off, she wouldn’t have to take the garter belt off.

Standing before his mother as naked as the day she had borne him, he dropped down onto his knees. Reaching out, he ran his hands down between her legs and gently spread them farther apart.

“This…this is so embarassing,” she whined, running her hand down to cover her big, meaty pussy. “I’m so ashamed.”

“I want to see,” he said, reaching down and gently pushing her hand away from the fleshy rift between her legs. “I want to see where I came from.”

“It…it’s not pretty,” she complained, as he stared down at it with reverence and awe.

“No, it’s not…it’s beautiful,” he groaned, slowly running his fingers over the soft, forgiving flesh.

“Oh God!” she gasped, throwing her head back against the couch and closing her eyes as he delicately explored the mystery of her pussy with the tips of his fingers.
Then he leaned in closer. Gently, he delicately took the meaty lips of her pussy between his fingers and thumbs and slowly spread them apart. As he did, the oozing opening of her vagina revealed itself.

Leaning down, Rich stuck out his tongue. Then, starting out down at the bottom of the cleft, where her vagina gaped open, he licked his tongue up it all the way to the top, where her big, bulging clit stuck out of its fleshy hood.

“God,” she gasped again, as Rich lapped his tongue up and down the juice filled breach. “This is so wrong…”

Then he stopped. Pursing his tongue, he eased it down into the warm, juice-filled opening from which he had been expelled so long ago.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” his mother murmured as he gently tongue-fucked the hot, little hole. “Soooo wrong.”

Finally, he eased his tongue back out of the opening and slowly licked his way up to the bulge of her clit.

Slowly, lovingly, he tickled and teased the nub of her clit with the tip of his probing tongue.

“Oh-no-no–not…not that,” she moaned.

But even as she protested, Rich thought he felt an almost imperceptible thrust of her hips, gently pushing her pussy up against him.

“No-no-can’t–can’t let…can’t let…” she whimpered.

Rich didn’t let up. He kept the tip of his tongue busily working on her clit as she fussed. Then, almost if as by magic, he felt her hands gently curl around the back of his head. Suddenly, he felt his lips being pressed down against her pussy and clit as he felt her hips begin patter up and down, thrusting her pussy up against his mouth.

“Oh-God-God-no–no-can’t…can’t come,” she whimpered.

But despite her vocal protests, her body movements became more and more insistent. Sensing her capitulation, Rich renewed his attack on her clit with increased determination. Then, he suddenly shoved two fingers down into her tight pussy.

“OhGod-ohGod-ohGod,” she gushed out as she roughly shoved him down onto her puss. “Nooooooooooooooo.”

As she groveled under him, he felt her muscles tighten tighter and tighter as her pussy collapsed down around his fingers. Then, he felt her pussy begin to spurt out thick, hot gushes of juice onto his hand and chin. Gush after gush, so much that the hot juice ran down his chin and onto his throat as she held him shoved down against her orgasming cunt.

He’d made his mother come, Rich feverishly thought. Made her come, even against her will. He’d make her admit her complicity in their illicit union. She had fought to keep from coming, but he had made her do it. He made her come with his tongue and now…now he was going to make her come with his cock…his big, hard cock!

She came and came as he continued to torment her clit and gently finger-fuck her, until finally she dropped back down onto the couch, gasping for breath.

“I’m so…so ashamed,” she groaned out as Rich lifted his juice-splattered face up and pulled his fingers out of her oozing pussy. “I’m so bad. Let you-let you make me come.”

“Come on, Mom,” Rich said, flicking out his tongue and licking his lips as he ran the back of his hand across his dripping chin. “This is going to happen. So, why don’t you give in…give in and enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it? Enjoy it?” she whined. “How can I enjoy getting…getting fucked by my own son? This is so wrong!”

“You enjoyed it the other night…I saw you,” he said, slowly shuffling up between her legs and reaching out with his hands to one of her grape fruit-sized tits.

As he did, his big, jutting cock slid up onto her belly and his dangling balls nudged up against her drooling cunt.

Leaning down over her, he lifted her tit and pulled the big, bulging nipple in between his lips. Just as before, her head slouched back against the couch and her eyes fluttered shut. It was almost as if she couldn’t face the reality of what was happening.

Squeezing and fondling her big tits, Rich kept at it until both nipples were fully hardened once again.

But he didn’t stop. Then, as he roughly sucked on one of the swollen paps, he felt the tips of her fingers pressing against his belly, forcing him back away from her.

Was she going to make him stop now, he frantically thought? What was she doing? She couldn’t stop him until he got to come inside her pussy. Letting the big, puffy nipple slip out of his mouth, he looked down as she continued to push him back away from her. Looking back up into her eyes, he saw a look he had never seen before. She was looking back at him, but her eyes looked out of focus. Glazed over, with widely dilated pupils as she stared back at him. Then he felt her fingers on his cock. They were pushing down on it, insistently forcing it back and down between her legs. Then, as she pushed it down, he felt the tip of his cock-head nestle down between her meaty cunt-lips and slowly sink into the hot, clutching opening of her vagina.

Dizzily, feeling faint from all the emotions pouring into his overstressed brain, he watched his cock slowly disappear down into the hot clutching hole of his mother’s vagina. He had never felt anything like it, he drunkenly thought, as the tight, hot sheath of his mother’s cunt wrapped itself around his probing prick. Fighting to hold back the upsurging urge to shoot his load of cum into her, he continued to ease himself down into fiery pit of his creation. Like some Jules Vernieian creation descending down into the center of the earth, his cock journeyed deeper and deeper into the cloying heat of her womanhood.

At last, their bellies met. Now they were one again, Rich crazily thought. One again, joined together in the most despicable of ways.

There was no more holding back now. Now was the time…the time he had waited for all of his life. He must do it.

Suddenly, he began to frantically fuck her. Pounding his cock in and out of her savagely as he childishly whimpered and cried out his emotions, unable to keep them in check.

“Oh, yes,” she hissed heaving herself back onto his vicious onslaught.

The words were music to his ears as he mindlessly fucked her. He had conquered her again. Maybe this time, it was the war he had won, not just the battle, he told himself.

But this one was for him…she had already had her salvation…now was his time.

He could feel the fireball down inside his slashing balls growing hotter with every penetration. Her hot, clutching pussy was sucking him closer and closer to imminent eruption. Bracing himself for the fiery eruption, he suddenly felt another tremor shudder through his mother’s body as she dug her fingernails down into his hips, pulling his cock into her as deep as it would go.

A string of soft, breathy ohs bubbled out from her pursed lips as she thrust herself back at him, grinding her hot pussy down around his buried cock. Her face grimaced in orgasmic jubilation while she strained to elicit every last pleasurable spasm from her orgasm. As her clasping pussy frantically pulled and sucked on his cock, he waited impatiently for her to finish.

As she did, Rich could feel her hot juices pouring out of her cunt, around the shaft of his cock, gushing down onto his balls and the front of his hairy thighs.

The pulls on his cock by her clinging pussy grew weaker and weaker until at last they stopped altogether. Her big tits heaved up and down as she breathed heavily and slumped back against the couch.

Ignoring her near catatonic state, Rich began to nail her pussy that was now loosely wrapped around his pistoning prick. Reaching around behind her butt, he dug his fingers down into the soft, pliant flesh and jerked her back and forth while pounding his cock down into her, re-stoking the fireball down inside his flopping balls.

After a few strokes, his mother’s eyes fluttered open and she lifted her hands back up to his thrusting hips. Digging her claws down into his skin, she quickly joined in the back and forth in the push-pull rhythm of Rich’s attack on her pussy.

They must look like some kind of disgusting fucking machine Rich thought as their bodies worked back and forth, arms flailing in tandem, pushing and pulling on each other. Listening to the sick, wet slap of their bodies smacking together, Rich felt the hot, bubbling cum down in his balls rising to the surface, readying itself for ejection. Almost there, he frantically thought as he watched his mother’s giant tits wildly lurching up and down on her chest.

Hammering his cock into her harder and harder, he looked up and saw that she was looking back at him with the same wild, out-of-focus, crazed look as before.

As his hips slashed back and forth, he saw her spread her legs apart farther and kick her feet up into the air. Then she hooked her feet around behind his lurching ass and kicked the sharp, pointed tips of her stiletto heels into his bounding ass. Spurring him on, she urged him to fuck her harder and harder until there were no more gears left…he was fucking her as hard and fast as he could.

Suddenly, a jolt of electricity crackled through his cock, immediately followed be a spasm of pleasure so powerfully intense, it brought tears to his eyes. This was followed by a gush of searing fiery cum rushing up through his cock and spurting out into the hot, sucking hole between his mother’s legs.

THIS WAS IT! HE WAS COMING IN HIS MOTHER’S VAGINA! COMING IN HER HOT, SUCKING CUNT! He was delirious as she dug the sharp heels into his ass, forcing him deeper into her as she began to shiver and shake. His cock continued to spew out great, fiery gobs of hot, clinging cum into her cunt as it spasmed around his cock, sucking out his creamy load. Over and over again, his prick jerked, each time spurting out another gusher of cum into her overflowing pussy. Rich could feel the hot goo leaking out around his cock, dripping down onto his balls and legs where it mixed with the slippery coating of his mother’s juice.

The scent of their essences filled the air with their obscene fragrances as they passionately ground their bodies together, trying to extract every last iota of pleasure from their incestuous coupling. Rich was in an ecstatic daze as he thrust himself deep into the clinging channel of his mother’s cum-drenched cunt.

Finally it ended.

Still connected to his mother in the most obscene of ways, Rich tiredly leaned forward and gently rested his head on one of his mother’s big, pillowy breasts. The heaving of her chest made the giant mound of soft, pliant flesh roll and undulate, but the motion slowly diminished as she finally caught her breath. As she did, Rich lovingly kissed his way down to its big, puffy nipple, jutting out of the circle of dark, pebbled flesh tipping her breast.

“Ummmmmmmmm,” he heard her softly moan as he gently sucked it between his lips.
Tenderly sucking on the swollen pap, he felt his mother’s hand lightly touch his head. Then she began to delicately run her long fingers through his hair as he lovingly nursed on her breast. The loving intimacy of their incestuous communion was so loving and tender, Rich knew that he had now won her over to his side. Not only had she seen the light, she seemed have totally succumbed to their new closeness…

But Rich could feel his cock slowly retreating back down the slippery, overflowing sheath of her cunt. Then, finally, with a sick, wet slurp, it flopped out of her cunt followed by a gush of thick, syrupy afterbirth. It was almost like being born again, he giddily thought. I guess that makes me a born-again mother-fucker.

Slowly, Rich lifted his mouth away from his mother’s swollen nipple. Pushing up off her, he lowered himself down onto the couch beside her. Reaching over, he pulled her to him and gently hugged her.

“Was it good for you?” she whispered, running her hand down to his limp dick nestled between his legs.

“There are no words to describe it,” said back to her, running a finger under her chin and tilting her mouth up as he lowered his lips down onto hers.

Kissing, with parted mouths, their probing tongues touched and explored each other. As they did, Rich felt a tickle of excitement spark through his cock while she toyed with the sleeping giant. Wrapping his arm around her, he reached down over her shoulder and gently kneaded one soft, pliant tit while he cupped the other mountain in the palm of his hand. Marveling at the weight of her heavy tit, he tweaked the jutting nipple and felt it slowly harden.

Finally, breathing heavily, she broke their kiss and leaned back away from him, disentangling his arms and hands from hers.

Pushing herself up onto her tall, stiletto heels, she reached down and let him pull himself up beside her.

“Come,” she said softly, holding onto his hand as they walked down the hallway toward the guestroom.

Stepping into the room behind her, Rich watched her big, beautiful ass swish enticingly as she stepped over to the bed. As she leaned down and swept the bedspread down the bed, he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she murmured as he cupped her big tits in his hands and gently leaned her down onto the bed.

Leaning over her, he eased his hands out from her and stood back up. Now she lay on the bed, her tits and belly resting on the bed while her long, extended legs thrust her pretty ass up into air. Slowly dropping down to his knees, Rich gently pushed her legs apart until her lovely rear end was right in front of his face. Running his eyes over the perfect, round globes of smooth, flawless skin, he lovingly ran his hands over them.

As he savored their perfection, he reached out and gently grasped them in his hands. Digging his thumbs down into the plaint flesh, he slowly spread the cheeks of her ass apart to bare the delicate, pink rosebud between them. Running out his tongue, he leaned toward her and lazily licked up the crack of her ass all the way from her oozing pussy to the cleft where the crack melted into her lower back. As he did, her heard a little moan escape her lips when the tip of his tongue brushed over the pout of her exposed asshole. Bringing his tongue back down to it, he ran the tip of his tongue around the wrinkled, little prune. Listening to her mews and purrs, he delicately tickled and teased the fragile little notch, as down below his cock hardened and stiffened until it was once again proudly standing, ready to do his bidding…

Then he saw his mother’s arm extend out away from her body as she reached over to the nightstand drawer. Still lying face down on the bed, she blindly opened the drawer and groped around inside. Then she pulled out a little, white vibrator and tossed it down on the bed beside her. Shoving her hand back into the drawer, this time she came out with a tube of ointment. Thrusting her hand back, holding her palm up with the tube resting in it, she offered it to him. Looking over at her upturned hand, he picked up the tube and watched her groping for the vibrator.

As Rich studied the tube, she finally found the vibrator, flicked it on and shoved it down under her to her pussy. The half-empty tube of Analease had a little plastic applicator screwed onto it as he stared down at it.

ANALEASE…ANAL…AS IN ASSHOLE! She’s…she’s gonna let me…let me do it to her…in…in the ass, he incredulously thought. Why, he’d only been teasing her asshole to give his cock time to get hard so he could fuck her pussy. But now…now she was offering him the crown jewel of her collection…her beautiful, pouting asshole…

Slowly getting to his feet, he looked down on the glorious view. As he gawked down, he could see two small, red marks, one on each cheek, where his thumbs had dug in to spread her cheeks apart. They were the only thing marring the flawless beauty of her big, round butt as he shifted the tube from his left hand to his right hand. Giving the tube a little squeeze, he watched the glistening goo slowly ooze out the line of little holes on each side of the applicator. Then with an expectant grin on his lips, he leaned down with one hand and gently spread the cheeks of her ass apart once again. Seeing her asshole wink back into view, he slowly lowered the plastic tip down to the pink star looking back up at him. Placing the tip down in the center of the wrinkled, pink prune, he gently pushed it down into it.

“Ohhhcooolllldddddd,” she murmured out as Rich squeezed the tube forcing out the ointment into her ass.

Keeping up the pressure on the tube, he slowly extracted it, leaving behind a trail of the slippery goo inside her ass. Continuing to mash, he slowly brought it out through her asshole where it left a glistening gob of the stuff on her clenched asshole. Switching the tube back to his left hand, he extended the middle finger of his right hand and slowly spread the gob of lubricant all around his mother’s asshole.

Listening to the merry hum of the little vibrator, he quickly squeezed out a big gush of the slippery juice onto his cock. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he hurriedly spread the goop all over his cock.

Wonder if Henry has ever had her ass, he jealously thought as he leaned down and wiped his hands on the sheet? Of course, he has you dimwit, why else would the lube be in the drawer. Well, it could be for his father, he argued. In the guestroom, he jealously thought. She certainly didn’t need it for her pussy as wet as she got. Putting lube in her pussy would be like pouring a glass of water into a lake. Wouldn’t serve any purpose. And it certainly wasn’t to use with Seth, or it would be up in their bedroom.

“Okay?” he asked, wrapping his hands around her hips and maneuvering the head of his cock down onto her glistening asshole.

“Unh-huhhhhhh,” she murmured as he carefully positioned the tapered tip of his cock down into the slippery furrow.

Leaning forward, he watched her dig the sharp tips of her stilleto heels into the carpet and thrust back at him as he leaned into her.

Expecting more resistance, he was surprised when the head of his cock quickly slipped down into the mushy heat of her rectum.

“It’s already in,” he grunted out, continuing to push his cock down into the clenching tightness of her anus.

“Uh-huh,” she muttered as his belly smacked up against the soft cheeks of her ass.

“God-God,” he groaned, jerking his hips back and then hammering his cock back down into her hot, clutching ass. “I’m fucking you in the ass…fucking your hot ass…can’t believe it.”

“Yessssssssssssss,” she hissed back at him.

Mouth…pussy…and now ass…all in one night and from the woman he had fantasized about for so long! What else could he ask for? What else did she have up her sleeve? Or pussy? Or ass? Or mouth?

With her thrusting herself back at him and him jerking and pulling on her hips, he was driving his cock down into the fluted ring of flesh all the way to the hilt on every pounding thrust. The wrinkled rim of her anus had completely disappeared, pulled down into her ass by the thick shaft of his cock as he fucked her ass with a vengeance. Staring down at the rounded cheeks of her ass, he watched them ripple from the force of his blows as his belly slapped up against them. Jerking her back at the same time he hammered his cock into her increased the violence of the blows. But she didn’t relent as she kept humping her asshole back onto his jackhammer blows.

The bed creaked and groaned as his legs slammed up against it, rocking it and making it shake back and forth. Watching her sweet ass cheeks sloshing and rippling, he dug his fingers down into them and roughly kneaded them as his big cock slid in and out of her tightly clenched ass.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh,” he heard his mother plaintively mew as he watched the muscles of her back tighten. “Oh…oh…gonna-gonna…”

Damn, he incredulously thought. She’s going to have a frigging orgasm while I’m fucking her in the ass. How fucking crazy is that? An orgasm while she’s getting it in the ass…wonder if Old Henry ever made her do that?

Then all of a sudden, a trembling shudder made her muscles quiver and shake as Rich felt her already tightly-clenched asshole squeeze down around his cock with even more intensity. Reveling of the tight clutching of the ring of muscles encircling his pistoning cock, he could feel every spasm of pleasure that worked through her. Every time one did, her asshole clenched down onto his cock.

Then he felt her hot asshole relent, releasing it’s deathly hold on his cock as the buzzing of the vibrator stopped and his mother threw her hands up over her head. She looked like she was under arrest, lying on her belly, her arms thrust up over her head.

Maybe it was symbolism of her surrender to him, he giddily thought.

But soon, all thoughts other than those focused on his slashing cock were driven from his head by the atomic explosion that went off down inside his cock. The blast was such that he felt like his cock had been blown off and now his cum was pouring out of the hole where his cock head had once been. Flowing out of the hole, it poured out into his mother’s hot, sucking asshole like a river of molten lava.

“Hot…so hot,” she groaned, thrusting her ass back up at him as his cock continued to lurch and spew out its creamy load into her rectum.

Grinding his belly down against her upthrust ass, he held his peter down inside the hot clutch of her ass until it finally stopped shooting off.

“Oh…God,” he groaned out, gently pushing her away and slowly dragging his funky prick back out of the cum-filled channel of her rectum.

As his cock finally popped out, he stared down at her asshole that had to be spread open at least an inch wide. He watched it as it spasmodically clutched while the opening slowly closed in on itself.

“Fucking awesome,” he grunted, sticking his finger down into the dilated opening and letting it shrink down around it.

Finally, he pulled his finger out and her asshole and it shrank back to normal with the only evidence of its rape being the reddish circle around it as a trickle of cum oozed out of it.

“I can’t believe you…you let me do that to you,” he told her, backing away from her.

“I like it sometimes,” she murmured, rolling over onto her back and watching him as he stepped over to the bathroom.

Quickly washing his cock, he rinsed it and stepped back out into the bedroom.

He saw that his mother was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had already taken her little, push-up brassiere off and was slowly unfastening the strops of her garter from her sheer, black hose. Then bending down, she rolled her hose down her long legs one at a time. Finished, she slipped her heels back on. Raising back up, she reached around behind her back and unsnapped her garter belt. Looking over at him, she smiled and removed her long, dangling earrings. Putting them on the nightstand, she looked over at him and gave him a melancholy little smile.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” she asked him, gathering up her lingerie.

“Sure,” he grinned, watching her strut across the room in her stiletto heels, ass quivering and jiggling delightfully.

“Okay,” she smiled, “but I’m going to bed…to sleep. You kinda wore me out tonight.”

“I know what you mean,” he said, stepping over to her bed as she leaned down and stuffed her undies into the clothes hamper.

“Remind me to wash those tomorrow,” she told him, walking into the bathroom. “We wouldn’t want your father to find them. He might think something was afoot.”

“Okay,” he said, crawling onto the bed and slipping under the covers.

A few minutes later, she came padding out of the bathroom in her bare feet. Rich watched her big tits wobble and flop as she smiled when she saw he was watching her tits.

“Do you like them?” she asked him, stopping by the side of the bed.

“I love them,” Rich said, watching her cup and lift them.

“Not too saggy?” she asked.

“Not too saggy,” he grinned. “Just right. Besides I like saggy tits.”

“You do, do you,” she laughed, letting them drop back onto her chest as she leaned down and crawled onto the bed.

Slipping under the covers beside him, she reached over and flicked the lamp off then snuggled up against him.

“Night-night,” she murmured, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Night-night,” he whispered, laying his hand on one of her big, soft breasts.

Rich didn’t know what time it was when he awoke. The room was dark and his mother’s warm body was still snuggled up against him. Looking down at his glowing watch, he saw that it was five o’clock. They had gone to bed around ten, he recalled, so they had slept for seven hours. Plenty of time for his mother to have recovered, he told himself as he ran his hand down to his cock.

Thinking of his mother lying naked beside him gave his cock all the impetuous it needed, and within moments, it was jutting up out of his crotch, ripe and ready. Slowly, trying not to shake the bed, he rolled over onto his side facing his mother. Then, he ran his hand down to her legs and gently pushed them apart. Groping her in the dark, he sought out her pussy and eased a finger down into the hot, wet socket.

“Unhhhhhhhhhh,” he heard her murmur out of the dark as her legs slowly drifted father apart.

Sensing her consent, he struggled up to his hands and knees. Climbing over her leg, he felt his knees brush against hers as he leaned over her. In the darkness, he lowered his hips, searching for the opening of her pussy with the tapered tip of his cock. Then he felt her hot fingers on his cock, pulling and guiding him down to the waiting hole.

As he felt the head of his cock touch down between the fleshy lips of her cunt, he leaned into her, easing his cock into the clutching heat of her pussy.

“Unhhhhhh,” she murmured again, reaching down and digging her long fingernails into his ass, pulling him down into her.

Pushing his cock down into the hot mush of her pussy, he continued until it was buried in her hot cunt all the way up to the hilt.

Groveling in the wickedness of the moment, he didn’t move as he basked in the feel of her hot, rich juices marinating his cock.

“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness below him.

“I love you, too,” he heard her whisper back.

Basting his peter in her warm broth, he waited for the longest time before he slowly began to work his cock in and out of the clutching hole between her legs.

In and out, in and out went his cock as he leisurely fucked her. He wanted it to last and last, so he kept the pace slow and unhurried. Then he felt his mother’s fingers on his cock as she explored the union where they become one. As she did, he leaned down onto his elbows and clutched her slowly undulating breasts. Squeezing and kneading them, he lovingly fucked her on and on into the growing light of the morning.

He felt his mother’s hands move from his cock to the back of his head. Gently, she forced his head down and their open mouths wetly met. Their lips crushed together and their tongues slithered into the other’s mouth, tasting, touching, intertwining and sensually probing.

His senses were on fever edge, feeling every sensual touch of their bodies as they meshed together in incestuous harmony.

He could feel the fleeting touch of her silky smooth thighs brush against his hips as he drove his cock down into the heated tightness of her pussy; feel the soft pliancy of her breasts against his palms as he lovingly fondled them; feel the soft pressure of her hands as they pressed down forcing their lips together; feel the hot draft of her breath on his face as they kissed; feel the soft fullness of her lips against his as they kissed; feel the soft touch of her belly rubbing against his as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her hot pussy; feel the cool caress of the sheet on his back and buttock as they rubbed against him; and most fascinating of all, feel the clutching tightness of her pussy on his cock as he methodically slid it in and out of her.

He could hear her soft grunts as they fucked; hear the soft, wet sounds their mouths made as they kissed; hear his own soft pants as he lovingly fucked his mother; hear the soft pat of their juice-covered groins striking together; hear the soft slurp of her pussy as it hungrily sucked on his cock.

He could smell the delicate fragrance of her perfume; smell the acrid tartness of her spit; smell the aroma of their essences as it welled up from their incestuous union.

He could taste the unfamiliar flavor of her spit on his tongue as their tongues sparred and rubbed together.

And now, at last, he could see the faint outline of his mother’s beautiful face as the sun began to rise.

Continuing to slowly fuck her, he felt the passion between them growing. Ever so slowly, he eased the pace up little by little until he was hammering his cock into her at a frantic clip.

“Yes…yessss…yeeess” she hissed out into his mouth and he felt her straining up against him as her pussy imploded down around his pistoning peter.

Grunting and gasping as he fucked her, he could feel the strength of her orgasm as it washed over her. Her nails dug into his ass, breaking the skin as she pulled him down into her.

Their mouths finally jerked apart as she gasped for breath and strained up against him. He could feel her hot pussy frantically clutching and grasping at his cock as he savagely pounded it into her.

“Come…come…come in me,” he heard his mother pant. “Now…please…please…”

His mother wanted him to come in her pussy again. The thought of her wanting him to shoot his hot, seed-filled cum into her pussy pushed him over the edge. Driving his throbbing giant down into her as deep as he could, he let go and felt it jump. As it did, he felt the hot mush of her pussy collapse down around it and a gigantic gush of creamy sap spewed out into the depths of her pussy.

“Yes…yessss…yes,” she hissed again, kicking her feet up into the air and driving her heels into his clenched ass, forcing him even deeper into herself. “Come…come…come in me.”

Hearing her coarse curses, Rich roughly clawed at her breasts and held himself thrust down in her as his cock emptied its loathsome load into her pussy with one fiery gush after another. There was so much cum, he could feel it leaking out and running down onto his balls, as he leaned down and crushed his lips against hers. Driving his tongue down into her mouth, he felt her teeth lightly nip at it as she sucked on him with her mouth and pussy. Rich was in an ecstatic fog, but at last he had no more to give her…he had given her his all…and she had hungrily consumed it.

“God!” he gasped, as their lips broke apart. “Never…never…that good.”

“Yes…yes…wonderful,” she gurgled, clutching her pussy at his retreating giant. “Wonderful.”

Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was six-thirty. No wonder he was exhausted, he tiredly thought. An hour and a half…they had fucked for ninety minutes.

Slowly dragging his cum-covered prick back down the silky channel of her cunt, he flopped down beside her and pulled her to him.

“Want to sleep in?” he asked her.

“I think so,” she laughed, then yawned as she snuggled up against him. “I think so.”

The End

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My Lady Vampire

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My Lady Vampire

By Cylis Derrens

I can still remember the first night I met her: my Alina. It was a cold night as I passed her. She wore a black dress as she stood in front of the club. I remember feeling drawn to her. A beautiful voluptuous woman with long dark hair she stood out in the crowd of women that were far too skinny. I had never liked the really skinny ones so she was a welcome change. I approached her gathering my courage as I removed my coat to offer to her. She turned as I drew near and I froze enraptured by her beauty. No words came to my lips and I could barely breathe. It was as if the vision of her had taken all other thoughts except to just look at her. “Is that for me?She asked and I only nodded mutely. Her smile was like pure magic and I felt my heart skip. “Thank you.She said accepting the coat as I moved to put it on her, wondering how I was able to move from where I had been rooted a moment before.

The coat helped her warm up a little. Still she shivered a little. I couldn’t believe my boldness when I asked, “Would you like to use my body for added warmth?To my surprise she accepted huddling against me. I was aware of her closeness and every part of her that touched me. Without be able to stop it I felt a growing stiffness between my legs. I was so embarrassed I hoped she didn’t notice. Part of me wanted to hide it by moving away from her, but the rest didn’t dare leave her side. She told me her name was Alina and she was new to city. I introduced myself and asked if she was from out of town. I detected a faint accent I didn’t recognize. She had just arrived late that evening. Alina had not even booked a room yet at a hotel. “Do you know anyplace I can stay?She asked. It was a holiday weekend so a lot of places would be full, at least most of the affordable places I knew of one left. I drove her to where her car was parked and gave the directions. Before she drove off I asked for her number. Taking out a pen she wrote it on my hand before driving away. I immediately wrote it down on a piece of paper promising myself to call her the next day. I called her a couple times the following afternoon but I only got the mailbox on her cell.

Later that night I was hanging out with my friends when she called me. I asked her out to dinner at a local restaurant and I drove to her hotel to pick her up. We had a pleasant conversation while enjoying our dinner at the restaurant. I drove her back to her hotel afterwards. We walked to her room where we both said goodnight. An awkward moment followed and I kissed her. Our kiss deepened until we were making out in the hall. Slowly I backed her into the room closing the door behind us. We moved to the bed and she crawled on to it still facing me. I slip the top of her dress down exposing her full breasts. I can feel my heart thump with excitement as I view them. My member is rock hard right then and I want so much to just take her right then and there. It takes all my willpower to hold back. Reaching for her right breast I massage it. I then rub the nipple gently between fingers watching as her eyes close. I can hear her breath catch as my warm mouth takes in as much as the breast as I can. I used my other hand to also give her left breast some attention as well. I soon have her moaning and hot. I don’t stop until I am certain both breasts have received all the teasing they can stand. Licking my fingers I move them down to rub her pussy and she is wearing no panties. I already feel her nice and wet from our little foreplay. I pop the wet fingers into my mouth sucking on them and never before have I tasted anything so sweet. I had to gave more and slid my body down hers feel her soft skin against me. Looking at her pussy I gave it a couple test flicks and saw her breathing change by the rise and fall of her breasts. Hooking an arm under each leg I gripped her thighs before lowering my head. I began slowly at first but my tongue moved more urgently as I tasted more and more of her. My tongue began to lick her like ice cream on a cone. Soon her fingers gripped my hair as I heard and felt her cum her juices soaking my face. Wanting to get more out of her I began to stroke two fingers inside of her curling them inside. I rub the top inside focusing on her g-spot. Her busy was now very sensitive and every stroke drove her wild. I wanted to continue but Alina said, “Fuck me!I didn’t know how to tell her that I had just realized I forgotten a condom. Instead all I could do was blurt it out. She didn’t seem to care. “Fuck me baby!Alina said repeating her command with much more urgency. Deciding to put oblige her I moved into position. She helped me guide my cock inside I moved in and out slowly at first. “Faster!Alina said. At her command I picked up my pace. “Harder baby! Give it to me! Fuck me as hard as you can!Alina said. I began to focus everything I could muster pumping into her. Wrapping her legs around my waist she tried to match my rhythm perfectly and we both exploded together. We continued for a couple more bouts before I came one last time fucking her doggie style. The two of us collapsed together and I awoke the next morning tired but content. It took be a little while to get up as I felt a little woozy. When I went to the mirror I saw what looked like two bite marks in my neck.

I had heard about those people who thought they were vampires and figured that Alina was one of them. I wasn’t one to judge and if there were any more nights like the night before I wasn’t about to complain. Eventually Alina bought apartment of her own and we would switch off on whose apartment we were going to that night. It must have gone for months like this after a time I began to grow weaker. Every day following one of our lovemaking sessions I would become more and more sensitive to light. After awhile I began to wear sunglasses to protect my eyes. It wasn’t until I actually began to think of the cause that I began doing my research. I went to the library researching anything that might fit my condition, and something occurred to me: I had never seen Alina in the day. No matter how close we had become she never saw me in the daytime no matter how many times I called. Part of me could see myself marrying this girl but why did I feel something was wrong all of the sudden. Acting on a hunch I visited her apartment finding an extra key over the door frame. Opening the door I found her in the bedroom with the windows boarded up. She lay on the bed as peaceful as the dead. In her state she did not even seem to feel me touch and feel the coldness. Alina’s skin was like ice. I felt for a pulse and felt one that barely registered. A chill down my spine as all the pieces fell into place. Producing the stake I prepared to stab it into her heart, but when the moment came I couldn’t do it. I tried to force myself but as much as I tried I still remembered that this was the same creature I spent some much time with. Looking at my watch I realized the sun would be setting in an hour. Quickly I hurried from that place rushing home. I was determined to get out of town before she woke up. I was surprised how quickly I packed. It wasn’t until I was ready to head out that I removed the bandage on my neck. I stared there dumbfounded as saw it had already healed. Decided to put is aside for later I walked back into to the bedroom. I would grab my bags and head out. I was startled to find Alina waiting for me. “Sorry to surprise you. I just wanted to see you and didn’t feel the need to call. Is there something wrong?The last part Alina said as she saw the look of apprehension cross my face. “Nothing, I’m fine thanks.I said backing up until my back hit the wall behind me next to the doorway. “Good.Alina said before kissing me. “I have waited a long time for someone like you. You might say I have searched the entire world.Alina said. While I heard her words something else was on my mind. Looking down at her I seemed to focus strangely on her throat. Tearing my eyes away I met hers. “Are you sure you are alright?Alina asked. Her face showed concern. “Perhaps we should skip me sleeping over until you feel better.Alina said. Taking her in my arms I reveled at the scent that wafted to my nostrils before I kissed her. I felt my heart strong and powerful beat in my chest. At the moment I felt stronger than I ever had, and now that I did I intended to make full use of it. Taking her hand I led her to the bed. Once there I began stripping off her jean shorts and white t-shirt. I quickly undid her bra and pulled off her panties annoyed that they stood in the way. Once they were removed she had me lay down as she straddle me. At first I was content to just lay there but as I caught sight of her neck again I leaned up. Taking it as a sign I wanted to be closer she leaned into be so her breasts rubbed up against mine. I loved her curves soft skin as my hands gripped her hips. She moved my head to her neck loving it when I kissed her there. Once there I felt the overwhelming urge to bite down but I ignored wondering why I thought of it. Closing my eyes I tried to focus on something else but all I could do was imagine the taste of her. Without realizing it I had drawn closer and closer to her. Now my mouth was only inches away. Glancing at her face I saw her just beginning to ride the orgasm and I soon began to feel her body begin to quiver. Soon I felt my self follow and in the last throes of passion I sank my new fangs in and heard her gasp. It was a gasp of pure ecstasy as I began to drink taking in as much as I could. Are heart beats matched in a sweet rhythm and I saw images from her past through the blood. I stopped as she began to weaken. Licking my lips I cleaned away the last traces of blood spilling not a drop on the white bed sheets.

My body felt rejuvenated and even stronger than before. New power filled my limbs as I mounted her as turned around on her hands and knees. A secret part of me had taken over now set free. I wanted to the unbridled aggression I now felt pumping through my veins. “Yes my sweet, take what you want. I am yours. We are the same now you and I.Alina said.

Gripping her shoulders I pounded into her with tremendous force. Alina took it enjoying every minute of it matching me to increase the impact of our two bodies as they thumped together. I fucked her until her legs gave out from exhaustion and she came more times than I could count and still I had more to give. With her belly pressed flat against the bed I pushed myself and her for one last one before the bed collapsed beneath us and we spilled to the floor exhausted. I lay there realizing why I had been chosen. I would the one to end her loneliness and be her ever constant companion. I could not but feel grateful for the gift being offered me. I was a half-born she explained: one who could walk in both worlds. We were a rarity most of us never knew what we were. The bite she had given me had awakened it. Even now I could chose to remain human and say goodbye to my lady vampire, but in the end I knew I wouldn’t. I too was alone. Did I really want to go back to a normal life and deny that part of my nature? Looking into her eyes I kissed her feeling the softness of her lips. It wasn’t really a difficult decision when you think about it love or loneliness? Pulling each other to the broken bed we laid down on top about to fall asleep curling up together. I remembered the words she had said earlier about her being mine felt our connection. In that moment I could not dream of being separated from her and it was a moment that did not pass. Just as she began to close her eyes I whispered in her ear, “And I am yours my lady now and forever.

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A Call from the Heart

A Call from the Heart
by Pelaam©

“Are you sure it’s safe to be going out this late, Dr Dunstan?”

The concern in the voice stopped the man who turned and faced his Housekeeper. Verena had been nursemaid and nanny in his childhood and now the matronly, grey-haired woman kept his house. He smiled reassuringly at her.

“If I cannot be back by dark, I will keep well away from danger,” he replied.

Verena smiled sadly at the determined man before her. She could scarcely believe it was over thirty five years since Dunstan had been born. He was now a doctor, like his father before him, but neither of his parents was alive to see it. Both had died over ten years earlier during a plague that that ravaged the town. It was luck, or fate, Dunstan had been away studying and she had gone to visit her sister that had saved them.

Dunstan had grown into a fine man, tall and broad like his father and inheriting his mother’s fair hair and ocean-blue eyes. A light-blond goatee beard adorned an expressive, sensual mouth. He was liked and respected in his home town and popular with his patients. His practice was both successful and busy. There had been a call for him to visit a pregnant woman, heavy with her first child, on the outskirts of town. Even with his horse, Dunstan might not get home before darkness fell.

This night of all nights.

The eve of All Saints’ Day.

Allhallows Eve.

“You will take care?” Although phrased as a question, the tone brokered no argument.

“I will, Verena. If I am not back before dark, lock the house and I will return before daybreak.”

“I understand, Doctor,” Verena nodded. Impetuously she gave him a hug that was returned with equal affection. “Be safe,” she whispered, as he disappeared through the door.

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Dunstan growled as he trudged through the thick foliage. The mother-to-be was now fine, but it had taken much longer than he had anticipated. He would never get back home before dark. He left his horse tethered inside the forest that encircled half of the town and sought shelter from the oncoming storm he could feel in the air. He stopped, suddenly certain the sound of voices had carried to him. Glancing in the direction the moon would rise that night, but not espying its light, Dunstan veered from his course.

Now that he could hear the voices, he felt anger rise within him.

“Please, I am innocent, I did not touch Morton’s cow. You must believe me, please.”

The sound of flesh on flesh made Dunstan’s jaw clench and he hastened forward.

“Silence, Nosferatu,” came a harsh, uncultured voice. “Your kind is as bad as those that feed on us. Well, no more. We will leave you tied here for the sun to take care of.”

“But it will take days for me to die,” the first voice sobbed. “And I have done nothing except spurn your unwanted advances, Morton.”

Dunstan stopped to peer at the scene before him and felt his stomach roil. A half-naked youth was tied to a tree, his face and chest bearing the bruises that spoke of his ill-treatment. His trousers were also torn, revealing the skin at his hip and a wisp of the hair at his groin. Dunstan recognised Ranald as the captive, as well as Morton and two of his cronies. Drawing himself to his full height, he strode forward and demanded angrily:

“Just what do you think you are doing?” He purposely directed his question at the weakest of the group, Morton’s men; Rodney and Owen. “Do you want to hang?”

“No, sir, Dr Dunstan, sir,” Rodney spoke quickly. “But Master Morton here says it was Ranald as killed his cow and we need to take care of him if no one else will.”

“Ranald has lived peacefully amongst us for the last month, what would possess him to act so out of character? Moreover,” he continued, not allowing anyone to answer. “As I and the town’s Mayor can attest, Morton’s cow did not have blood drained from it. It was savaged by some form of fell beast that fed on its flesh.”

Rodney and Owen turned surprised eyes on Morton.

“What does it matter how the cow died?” Morton snarled. He shoved his long, dark hair away from his face to glower menacingly at Dunstan. “He’s Nosferatu.”

“And he rejected you, so you take perverted revenge. No one deserves to suffer as Ranald would. He would die of thirst slowly and painfully. If you do not all leave instantly I will report you to Edmund and, as town Mayor, he can confiscate all your possessions to compensate Ranald for your mistreatment of him.”

“You tricked us, Master Morton,” Owen rumbled. “We’ll not be punished because of something between you and the boy.”

Dunstan gave a silent sigh of relief as Owen turned and Rodney went with him, their mutual grumblings fading. He glanced quickly at Ranald. As their eyes met for the first time, Dunstan felt a sudden jolt throughout his body. It was as though he was seeing someone he had known all his life. He gave himself a mental shake. He still had Morton to deal with.

“You’ll be sorry, Dunstan,” Morton hissed sibilantly. “You’ll get yours.”

Dunstan waited for the other man to leave before rushing forward to begin untying the captive young man. He had known of Ranald’s existence and briefly seen the exquisitely beautiful man, but never eye to eye. Dunstan recognised the feeling of attraction, but there was more, something deeper he did not understand.

“Thank you, Dr Dunstan,” Ranald whispered as one hand came almost free, then his eyes widened on a sight behind his benefactor and he cried desperately. “Behind you!”

The warning came too late and Ranald felt ill at the sickening crunch of wood on bone as the branch wielded by Morton connected with Dunstan’s skull. He could only pray the doctor was neither dead nor would be permanently damaged by the ferocity of the blow.

“There’s no way I’m leaving this night without having surfeit of your body, Nosferatu,” Morton grinned evilly, tossing the branch aside.

As cruel hands began to tear at the remnants of his clothing, Ranald tried desperately to resist. His kind were stronger than humans, but not to the same extent as his more deadly Vampire brethren. He sobbed with pain and sorrow as more hard blows to his unprotected stomach and groin robbed him of strength and breath. He had already spent some time in Morton’s clutches and had not fed which weakened him further. He knew he would not be able to fully free the hand Dunstan had partially untied nor would he be able to stop his would-be rapist taking that which he had sworn only to give to his life-mate. He was untouched and the thought of his impending ravishment had tears sliding down his cheeks.

One of his legs was taken in a hard grip and forced around Morton’s waist; the other man’s breath fetid as he gripped tightly to Ranald’s hair and crushed his mouth against his captive. Ranald could feel the evidence of Morton’s arousal pressing against his buttocks.

“Please do not do this. I beg you,” he husked, his voice rough with tears.

“I’ve dreamt of having you,” Morton laughed coldly. “There’s not a man alive as could stop me now.”

Ranald eyes closed as he felt Morton push forward. They flew open again at a shriek of fear and snarl of fury. Ranald could hear the sounds of the life-or-death struggle that was taking place behind him, but was unable to turn enough to see. He concentrated instead on freeing his hand. As the limb became loose from its bindings the shrieks turned into gurgles and then silence descended. Ranald shivered as he strained to free his still-tied hand. Then he stopped and stared.

It was not a man who had saved him. Instead a werewolf, whose gold and caramel fur glinted in the moonlight, stood before him. Even if Ranald had been unable to see that Dunstan’s body had vanished from where it lay, he would still recognise the man within the beast. He gave a nervous smile, unsure of just how much the Lycanthrope would understand.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He watched as the beast cocked his head from side to side like a confused puppy. Then the werewolf stepped closer, nose twitching as he scented Ranald. Ranald shivered again as hot breath caressed his throat then across his chest. He gasped as he realised the direction of the werewolf’s curiosity. A cold nose nuzzled against his groin and he groaned as he reacted.

“Dunstan, please, not here, not like this,” he pleaded.

The wolf-man had eliminated the threat to what he already considered as his mate. Now he was uncertain of how to proceed. The young male was shy, uncertain and yet a beguiling scent called to him and he began to follow its trail down luminescent skin to its origin. He heard a voice but although he could make no sense of the sounds, its tone caught his attention. He rose from where he crouched at his mate’s sex and peered at the beautiful visage.

“Please, Dunstan. Let us leave this place. It is not safe here,” Ranald coaxed. He reached to caress the furred face.

The Lycanthrope growled as he scented Ranald’s blood. He gripped the hand stroking him and nuzzled the bloodied wrist before licking to help it heal. The taste of his mate was as a song in his soul. He realised the other limb was restrained and, with a slash of powerful claws, effortlessly ripped away the rope binding his mate. He whined his distress as the other male immediately scooped up the discarded clothing and began to leave him.

“We must go, Dunstan,” Ranald said, picking up the man’s clothing and heading away from the clearing. A sad sound had him turn back and he gave a smile as he saw the werewolf standing forlornly, looking like a lost puppy. “Oh, Dunstan,” he husked. “I am not leaving you.” He moved to the other man and rubbed his body against warm fur to a sound remarkably like a purr from his relieved mate. “Come with me.” He clasped a hirsute hand and they ran.

Finally satisfied there was enough distance between them and where they had left Morton’s remains, Ranald slowed to a stop. He glanced around, the darkness no bar to his preternatural eyes. He spied a soft, grassy mound within a thicket and led his lover-to-be towards it. He, too, could feel the imminent storm, but that would not stop them.

The werewolf could smell his mate’s growing arousal as they slowed to a walk and then sat together. He gave a low whine as his mate drew him close.

“This is not the place or the way I envisioned my first time,” Ranald sighed. “But I know I have found that for which I left the safety of my home and family to find. I heard your call, Dunstan, the call from your heart and I have answered it. Make us one and bind us forever. Even if you cannot understand my words, I know you feel the same as I. The wolf mates for life and you would not act so if you did not wish to be bound to me. Take me, Dunstan.” He lay down, spreading his legs as the first flashes of lightening split the sky.

The wolf-man’s head had cocked from side-to-side as he listened to the musical sounds his mate made. The invitation to couple was unmistakable and yet the beast hesitated. There was desire for him which set his flesh afire, but there was something else…an anxiety that caused him to whine softly. He snuffled delicately at his mate as thunder rumbled distantly. He trailed down satin-smooth skin to his mate’s sex. He nosed at the velvety sac and then lower again as he pushed slim legs out and back. He scented his lover’s most private entrance and then *knew*what disturbed the beautiful one. He threw his head back and howled as thunder clapped loudly overhead. His yearning was answered. This was *his* mate. *His*. For him and him alone.

Ranald watched as the beast scented him. He did not expect a gentle coupling. He was surprised the werewolf did not attempt to mount him immediately. He could sense and smell the creature’s desire. The sensation of the creature’s moist breath across his skin had his sex hardening and when the shaggy head dropped to scent him intimately, Ranald moaned softly. Then his mate was howling and Ranald blinked. Did the Lycan understand it was his first time? He smiled shyly as the male crouched over him, the cerulean orbs regarding him with a tumult of emotion. He pulled the werewolf to him, rubbing his skin across the furred visage and nibbling gently at lips that framed deadly teeth.

The gentle, loving touches sent a frisson through the Lycan’s form. He responded with equal tenderness, not wanting to bring anything but pleasure to the entrancing creature. He licked down the ivory column of his mate’s neck, pausing to bite carefully, wanting only to mark, not tear. The gasp and wriggle aroused the wolf-man further. He barely noticed the fat drops of rain that began to fall, his senses focused on the beguiling being writhing beneath him. His tongue traversed the smooth chest, pausing to nip with exquisite precision on the pebbled nubs. This time his mate gave a pleasured cry, holding his head at the breast he laved with rasping licks.

Ranald was grateful for the occasional drops of rain that meandered their way through the leafy canopy above him. He was certain that without their cooling influence he would surely ignite. His skin seemed on fire with desire for the werewolf that so lovingly and erotically was learning every inch of his body. He cried out Dunstan’s name as the talented tongue licked his manhood. He felt it taken into the ravenous maw and his hips began an instinctive rise and fall. A strong hand stilled him and the aching rod was licked from root to tip once more. The head was singled out for prolonged attention as the Lycan drank Ranald’s pre-come greedily.

Ranald thrashed, moaning his need, his hands tangling in his lover’s mane as he hurtled towards release. The pressure on his hips vanished and he thrust up as he came, his seed flooding the mouth that swallowed noisily around the flesh it still held. He called Dunstan’s name again and again as he was milked of his crème to lie sated and boneless in a languid afterglow. He whimpered softly as his lover moved lower between his spread thighs. He shuffled a little to ensure he was exposed to his mate, encouraging the final union.

The werewolf reluctantly left his mate’s sex, but knew there were more tastes and textures yet to savour. His mate’s hidden portal was revealed to him and his nostrils flared. Eyes closed, he followed the alluring scent, moving forward until his nose was buried in it. His tongue slid out to lick, adding a new taste to scent. Instantly addicted, craving more, he thrust his tongue forward again and again.

A low moan reached his ears and he relished the pleasured sound. Soft panting, gentle moans and impassioned groans enmeshed together with a rapidly increasing heartbeat to create an intoxicating melody that fed the fire of arousal within him. His hands roamed over heated flesh, some soft, some hard, to discover fragrant fur and smooth skin. The different textures made him excited in a way unknown before. Finally, he opened his eyes. He stared ravenously at the opening to his mate’s intimacy, wet and slick with his saliva.

Wanting more… needing more… he brought his mouth back to his mate’s body, licking and nuzzling. He heard a whimper, the sound of need penetrating the sensual haze clouding his mind. He leant his head against a now rain and sweat damp, quivering thigh, licking it as he panted harshly. Briefly he leant over the writhing form as if seeking permission, his indigo eyes aflame with want, need and love. They met orbs of scorching sienna that held the same emotions.

“Yes, Dunstan,” Ranald moaned. “Yes.”

A feral look glinted in the wolf-man’s eyes. With a growl, he moved back down the luminescent, rain-wet body, stopping to lick and nip, marking his mate. By the time he reached Ranald’s groin once more, his lover was writhing and pleading, caught up in the fire now racing through his own body. The Lycan howled his joy before pulling apart the satiny globes, his tongue tasting once more before plunging into Ranald’s body again and again.

Everything else ceased to exist. The two males were enveloped in each other, in the sensations coursing through their bodies. The rain, the cold, the hard ground were all forgotten and Ranald felt no pain when his mate finally entered him, one thigh held out to open the slighter man even more. The bigger male instinctively held him down and Ranald let the waves of pleasure cascade over him. The wolf-man thrust into his body again and again enjoying the push into Ranald’s tight sheath.

Ranald moaned as the Lycan changed his angle and brushed across his sweet spot. At the mercy of the stimulation, the Nosferatu felt his excitement mount with each stroke of the long, thick flesh inside him. His own renewed, straining arousal rolled across his belly, the slight friction against the sensitive head making him yearn for a more firm touch.

A fierce grin lighted the Lycan’s face at the cries of pleasure from his mate’s lips. Releasing his grip on the trim thigh, the wolf-man grasped his lover’s engorged shaft. In response his mate lifted his buttocks, grinding wantonly on the rod that impaled him. The werewolf withdrew until only the thick, blunt head of his staff was sheathed. He roughly pumped the arousal in his hand and thrust in a series of short, sharp jabs, relentlessly ramming his mate’s hidden jewel. Dunstan howled as Ranald moaned and writhed, rocking his hips trying to envelop more of the pleasure-giving hardness whilst pushing his own into his mate’s furred fist.

The werewolf watched avidly as Ranald threw his head back, screaming at the intense pleasure. The Lycan howled again when the Nosferatu’s slender shaft pulsed in his hand and a stream of pearlescent cream jetted forth. The thick, warm fluid spattered Ranald’s smooth chest and spilled over the wolf-man’s fingers. As the slighter male rode out the wave of consuming bliss, nearly passing out as his release tore through him, the werewolf eagerly licked his fingers clean. He then blanketed the slighter form with his body to clean the sweet nectar from satin, moon-kissed skin. The sensation of his furred torso against his mate’s sensitised skin was almost too much for the Nosferatu to bear and Dunstan reacted to the soft whimper. A brush of his face against Ranald’s and his weight shifted.

The wolf-man flipped Ranald easily onto his belly. Quickly re-sheathing, the Lycan pushed into the tight passage until his full length was once more snugly ensconced. Now the beast was oblivious to all but his overwhelming need to sink his aching manhood into his mate as deeply as possible and claim him for his own. The second climax had relaxed the smaller male to the extent that the Lycan could thrust as he needed. In a growing frenzy of need and desire the big male drove into clinging heat, knowing instinctively, in every cell, that here he would find all that he needed in this world. Releasing his seed into the irresistible creature writhing under him was more than just desirable it was crucial, it was their ultimate bonding. Finally, the pleasure caught up with him and he threw back his head and bayed his release to the heavens as his seed erupted in a devastating climax.

Drifting, Ranald dimly heard the werewolf’s roar of completion and the sensation of teeth latching onto his neck as liquid heat filled him. Ranald smiled at the werewolf’s exhaustion as he panted heavily in his ear. Hot drops of saliva fell on the back of his neck and the bruising hold on his flanks lightened. He felt the wolf-man’s weight shift. The Nosferatu moaned when his mate’s fur rubbed against the insides of his thighs and then a supple tongue was licking sensitive skin. He relaxed fully and let the Lycan give him a thorough cleansing. He was rolled once more to gaze into the anxious orbs of his new life-mate. He caressed the furred visage tenderly.

“Sleep with me, my love,” he murmured. He settled the big head on his chest, smiling at the way the bigger male tried to wrap around him. With a contented sigh, he let himself drift once more.

As a Nosferatu never truly slept, Ranald was instantly aware of the point at which Dunstan began his transformation back into human form. He silently prayed that the man was as pleased with his new mate as the Lycan had been. He smiled shyly at the human in his arms as confused cerulean gazed up at him, then the eyes became more alert as memories surfaced.

“I…you…we…” Dunstan stammered, unsure of how to proceed.

“You recognised me as your mate, Dunstan,” Ranald whispered. “We bonded. I pray that you are not disappointed with me.”

“Disappointed?” Dunstan laughed, incredulity colouring his voice. “I could scarcely hope to ever have had a mate of my own, and yet, here I am with the most beautiful creature I ever beheld. I felt something for you the instant our eyes met. Like…like coming home…like I had found where I belonged.”

“Then I…I…please you?” Ranald asked coyly.

“If I were any more pleased, I do not think I could contain myself. But…I was rough. I pray I did not hurt you?”

“You were very considerate,” Ranald smiled. “I would have preferred to have had my first time with you in human form…” The groan from Dunstan made Ranald stop.

“I can barely remember,” Dunstan said, his voice anguished.

“That can be remedied, if you wish,” Ranald offered, laying back submissively.

“You would have me again?” Duncan husked, his eyes devouring the vision of loveliness that lay before him. “You are not too…uncomfortable?”

“Nay, my love. I would have you inside me, if you are willing.”

“More than willing,” Dunstan replied honestly. He moved to take his place between Ranald’s outspread thighs. He hissed angrily as he now saw the mottled markings of the beating Ranald had earlier endured.

“They will heal, my love,” Ranald whispered, soothing, softly, sensually. “Make love with me, banish the unhappy memories forever.”

“Mine, always,” Dunstan growled, possessively, angrily, passionately. No one would ever again hurt the exquisite creature in his arms. He mated their mouths, his tongue ravishing his mate’s warm, wet cavern. He ensured he was familiar with every nuance before moving to taste the ivory skin of Ranald’s throat and collarbone. He sucked one alluring cinnamon nub into his mouth as his fingers teased the other before switching sides to an impassioned cry from the young man he pleasured. Already both of their staffs were hard and leaking and Dunstan knew he did not have the control to draw out their foreplay nor the time as the first tendrils of dawn made their appearance in the sky.

He positioned their bodies with care, staring lovingly down at Ranald, and tenderly pushed into the entrance of the slighter man’s body. The tight heat of his mate enveloping his throbbing maleness almost made him spill instantly. He took deep, calming breaths as he gazed into the limpid brown pools of his lover’s eyes. Slowly, gently, inch by hard, aching inch, Dunstan sank into Ranald’s body, until they were physically one once more.

“Dunstan, it feels so good,” Ranald purred, reaching to caress his lover’s face. “I love you,”

The bigger man held very still. He felt the tense muscles of the hot, moist channel slowly loosen and relax to welcome him home. Wherever Ranald was would now forever be his home and to be inside the Nosferatu was paradise on Earth. Waves of erotic pleasure pulsed throughout his whole body. He could feel his mate’s heartbeat as they bonded, mated, united, two becoming one.

Destiny.

Dunstan tried to go slow, to be gentle, but after just a few strokes his tenuous control fractured.

“Love you, love you, love you,” he chanted. Senses afire, he made love with Ranald in an erotic blur of sound, sight, scent and sensation. His sex plunged In and out of his beloved Nosferatu’s body, faster and harder, adoring, desiring, claiming that which was already his. This time he would remember every dulcet cry, each look of joy and love, their combined scents and tastes, the feel of his mate coming apart in his arms and of his seed filling the body of his beloved.

Yet, even at the height of their passion, the bigger man was both aware and overjoyed that his Nosferatu, his mate, his lover, was meeting him thrust for thrust, passion for passion, needing, wanting, desiring him. Ranald was claiming Dunstan as his own, binding, cherishing, loving him with equal fervour. He felt it deep within his soul. They were joined, spiritually, physically, completely.

One.

Dunstan could feel the need for release building within his sweet Nosferatu. His own pleasure increased, fired, blazed through him, gathered deep in his groin, glowing, igniting, burning. He was going to erupt and wanted to take his mate with him. With one final thrust, burying himself as deep as was possible, he came, his seed flowing like lava deep inside his mate and his voice roaring his completion.

Dunstan’s orgasm triggered Ranald’s. This coupling had been made with pleasure, ardour, rapture, and his manhood was no longer able to contain his euphoria. He coated their hot skin with pulse after pulse of his crème, moaning Dunstan’s name.

Slowly the two men came down from the high of their shared orgasm. With awareness came the realisation of lives entwined forever, of destiny fulfilled, two becoming as one and they kissed tenderly to seal their bond.

“We have to return to my home quickly,” Dunstan said, pulling his lover to their feet. He caught the slender, swaying form. “When did you last feed?” he asked anxiously.

“Nearly three days,” Ranald murmured drowsily.

“Feed from me,” Dunstan commanded, pressing the Nosferatu’s mouth to his throat. It was not the norm for one such as Ranald, but there was no time for any other recourse. He felt the soft lips caress his throat, the sensation so erotic that if he had not just come, Dunstan was certain he would be hard. “Feed,” he whispered desperately as Ranald moved away after a moment or two of gentle nuzzling.

“I have, my love,” the Nosferatu replied. “My kin do not kill when they feed and so it is the lightest of touches we need. “I have taken enough for now.”

Dunstan kissed his mate lovingly and began to dress.

“Your clothing?” he asked, as he saw none but his own.

“Torn and ruined,” Ranald confessed. “I can stay here…” he began, but his words were halted by a harder kiss.

“I will not leave you,” Dunstan growled. “I need my horse.”

“She is close by, over in that direction,” Ranald pointed. “I know her by your scent.”

The two men hurried to the mare. Dunstan rapidly unsaddled her and wrapped Ranald’s pale form in her blanket. Once she was saddled again he mounted the horse and drew Ranald into his arms.

“I will take care of everything, my beloved,” he promised. “No one will persecute you again.”

****

Verena opened the door, glowering angrily at the early hour and the uncouth banging that seemed to cause the door to rattle.

“What is it you want at this time?” she asked archly.

“My apologies for the hour, Mistress Verena,” a deep, cultured voice apologised. “But we need to see Dr Dunstan.”

“I’m afraid you cannot, Master Edmund,” Verena began. She took in the sight of the town Mayor and the Chief Constable who accompanied him. Both men wore grave miens and she felt coldness in the pit of her stomach. However, she gathered her strength and firmly stood her ground. “Dr Dunstan is not…”

“What is it, Edmund?”

“Dr Dunstan!” Verena exclaimed. “You should not be up and about.”

Edmund stared at his friend. The blond wore his night attire, looked exhausted and there was bruising about his temple.

“The Constable and I need to speak with you, Dunstan. It’s important.”

“Come through to the drawing room,” Dunstan said tiredly. “We can speak there. Verena, may we have some tea?” He led the way, ushering the other two men ahead of him to sit on a large, leather wing-back settee. He settled on one of the matching chairs. A fire was already lit and blazing in the room and he pulled his chair a little closer to its heat.

“We came to see you because Morton is dead and Rodney and Owen say you and the Nosferatu were last to see him,” Edmund said quietly.

“Dead?” Dunstan echoed, looking shocked. “But how, when?”

“Sometime last night after you persuaded his men not to go along with his plans for Ranald,” Edmund replied.

“I give you my word, as a man, I did not kill Morton,” Dunstan said, choosing his words with great care.

“We do not suspect you, Doctor,” the Constable said. “But the Nosferatu…”

“I think perhaps I can allay your suspicions there also,” Dunstan interrupted. As he stood, Verena bustled into the room carrying a tray with the necessities to provide tea as requested. He murmured into her ear and both left.

Edmund frowned with confusion as Verena returned in seconds with a warm, woollen blanket and a small tray. Then his gasp was matched by the Constable’s as Dunstan returned, his arms seemingly the only things keeping Ranald on his feet. The bruises of a beating were vivid against the pallor of the Nosferatu’s face, his slim body wrapped in a thick, voluminous robe. He watched as Verena clucked and settled Ranald into a chair, suitably covered by the blanket, and with the tray supporting a cup of tea for him. He accepted his own cup as she passed out drinks before returning to Ranald. He could not help but smile as the Housekeeper stood, arms folded, as if on guard at Ranald’s side.

“I was lucky not to be killed by Morton,” Dunstan sighed, as he collapsed back into his own chair. He sipped at his tea and then touched the bruising at his temple. “He returned to try to…hurt…Ranald. I was injured, but foiled his cruel intent. However, I could see no safe place for Ranald but here. If you so require it of me, I can show you the bruises that cover the rest of Ranald’s body. As to Morton’s death…”

“There is no need, Doctor,” the Constable interjected. “It was no man that killed Morton,” he added gruffly. “He was torn apart; the marks of tooth and claw are evident.”

“And so you suspected me?” Ranald’s sad voice had all turning to face him. “I did not kill him any more than I was responsible for the death of his cow.”

“Hush now, Master Ranald,” Verena clucked. “I am sure the gentlemen had no such thoughts.” She fussed over the blanket as she was favoured with a smile that warmed her despite its fragility. She was certain that once the dark, young man was fully well, his true smile would be as incandescent as the sun.

Edmund exchanged a brief, discomfited look with the Constable. It had indeed been the other man’s thought, although everything Edmund knew of a Nosferatu told him otherwise. However, he could see that the Constable was clearly changing his mind. It was evident that Ranald was not their murderer and no man had killed Morton. If Edmund were to confess his true heart, he would admit that Morton would not be missed.

“Ranald barely had enough strength for me to bring him safely here. I can assure you, he has not been out of my company since last night. He is not your killer. His is a pure, gentle soul,” Dunstan added angrily.

“We had to make sure, Doctor,” the Constable countered suavely, smoothly turning his initial suspicion of, into apprehension for, Ranald. “People will be concerned about the Nosferatu, some regarding them as no different to Vampires. I would not want them thinking of taking the law into their own hands. As Ranald is innocent in regards what befell Morton, I need to ensure people leave you in peace until he is well enough to leave your care.”

“I will take whatever measures I deem necessary to protect Ranald, Constable,” Dunstan said firmly. “I will not countenance any that would abuse or hurt him in any way.”

“Dunstan, might I have a private word with you?” Edmund asked. He arose quickly, before the Constable could enter into a debate with the blond whose face was so stone-like as to be carved from granite.

The two men moved into Dunstan’s library, the blond looking quizzically at the older man.

“You must know that news of Ranald’s true nature will spread quickly through the town. There will be some who will not continue as your patients until he has moved out and others that will not want a Nosferatu living amongst them.”

“Edmund, I appreciate your concern,” Dunstan sighed. “However, Ranald cannot fend for himself at this time. Morton’s attack hurt more than his body. He is both physically and mentally fragile. I cannot turn him away. If patients will not come, then they may find another physician. I must trust the Constable when he says he will help protect an innocent man and I assure you, my friend, Ranald is a pure soul. When he is well, he will leave here and I will leave with him. All I would ask of you, as my friend, is that you help me keep him safe for the time it takes him to regain his strength. We shall be gone in a couple of weeks.”

“Your home, your practice?” Edmund asked, not entirely shocked by the news. Dunstan’s protective behaviour now made sense to the older man.

“I am putting both into the hands of my solicitor to sell as soon as I feel fit enough to leave the house to do so. We intend to return to Ranald’s home. I am more assured of my safety there than of his here.”

Edmund nodded and clasped Dunstan’s hand.

“I will miss you, my friend. However, I wish you happiness. I wish both of you happiness,” he added with a smile.

****

Ranald snuggled close to Dunstan’s warm body as they shared his bed. He was still weak and his lover still insisted he feed from him. If he was not already so in love with the blond, Ranald knew he would lose his heart to Dunstan all over again. He nuzzled affectionately against Dunstan’s lightly furred body. He relished the feel of muscled torso and learning the taste and texture of the dusky-pink nubs haloed by rose areolae, urged on in his explorations by low groans and breathy moans of appreciation. He raised his head as Dunstan’s hand tipped his chin to lock eyes with him.

“If you feel strong enough, my love, I must show you where I will spend this night when the moon rises,” Dunstan said, his voice laced with resignation and sadness.

“You will not spend it here with me?” Ranald asked, a mix of confusion and hurt in his voice. Did his mate not wish to sleep with him? “If you will not share your bed with me, then where will you go?” Ranald allowed himself to be assisted into a nightshirt and robe and watched as Dunstan dressed himself similarly. He took the proffered hand and let himself be led from the room.

They went into the kitchen and to a thick, wooden door with strong iron hinges and locks. Ranald glanced at Verena, but she simply shook her head sadly. Through the door and down stone steps he followed his lover until they entered a cellar of thick, stone walls and Ranald gave a cry of denial at the sight before him.

Behind iron bars was an area spread with straw. Fastened securely to the thick walls were manacles. Ranald buried his face in Dunstan’s chest.

“You have lived here during the full moon?” he whispered hoarsely.

“Verena secures me and I take a sleeping draught that would knock out a mere man for an entire day. A part of me must also know not to make too much noise and the thickness of the walls helps muffle sound and, yes, this is where I stay. This way I cannot get free and risk hurting the townsfolk or being attacked myself.”

“How long?” Ranald asked.

“It has been three long, lonely years,” Dunstan sighed. “I thought to help an injured man and was bitten for my concern. The first change caught us by surprise. The next night I almost drugged myself into oblivion, but I still tried to get out of the house. I created this prison to hold me. I do not know how I would have coped without Verena to help me.”

“Three years ago I started to be restless at the time of the full moon,” Ranald whispered. “Then I started getting dreams, feeling as though I was being called, that I was needed. My mother and sister were both against my leaving home and so I resisted until several months ago. They were always strongest at the time of Allhallows Eve. But I felt the call in my heart, in my soul, your call, Dunstan and I am sorry I took so long to find you. You will not need this…this place again. Tomorrow we will dismantle it and this night you will spend in your bed…with me.”

“Ranald, you cannot be sure…” A kiss stopped Dunstan’s objections.

“I can be sure. Do you trust me, Dunstan?” he asked.

“With my life.” Dunstan did not hesitate in his reply. He knew it with every fibre of his being. His reward was another kiss.

“Then let us return to the kitchen. I will need Verena’s help.”

****

Dunstan lay naked on his back. His stomach was heavy from a large meal of rare meat. He smiled at the memory of Ranald all but standing over him insisting he finish the repast. His smile became a moan as talented teeth tugged daintily at a swollen nipple. A soft tongue caressed the taut nub before dancing across his chest to treat the neglected twin with equity. His shaft ached and leaked, but Ranald would give him no release. An unwanted tingle began and he knew the moon must be rising.

“What is it, my love?” Ranald asked, aware instantly of Dunstan’s tenseness.

“The time comes and I fear it, beloved,” he replied.

“You need fear it no more, Dunstan,” Ranald soothed, running his hands over his mate’s torso, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his fingers.

“I fear that I will remain the beast and lose the man,” Dunstan whispered.

“That can never be,” Ranald assured. “The beast will come during the full moon, but the man will prevail in the end. Your heart is too pure to stay savage. What you need to do is learn to give yourself to the change so it becomes a smooth transformation both ways. I will be here to watch over you and keep you safe.”

Ranald watched as the light dusting of golden fur spread and thickened over Dunstan’s body as it became a thick wolf’s pelt. As the transformation completed, Ranald smiled lovingly into the confused cerulean eyes that looked around the room. His smile widened as the eyes settled on him and instantly lit with joy. He laughed softly as he was pulled against the wolf-man’s chest and carefully kissed his mate.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, knowing the Lycan would not understand the words, but the meaning behind them. The low rumble in the Lycan’s chest was one of happiness and Ranald nuzzled the strong male lovingly. “This is the way we will spend all the nights you take this form, my love,” he whispered. “I will keep you safe in my arms.”

He moved to kiss his way down the powerful body. He licked daintily at the thick staff that steadily released its juices and gave his own purr of pleasure at the salty-musk taste. He moved to sit astride Dunstan’s supine form and reached behind his body to position his mate’s sex at his entrance. He had insisted Dunstan prepare him earlier. This time he wanted to pleasure his mate. The oil was not flavoured or scented and so would hopefully be palatable for the wolf-man.

“I love you,” he mouthed as he shifted, letting the tip of the Lycan’s sex slip into his opening, moaning slightly at the stretching sensation. He felt the wolf-man tighten his hold on his hips, making him pause in his downward descent.

Ranald trembled as he inched slowly downward until he finally had taken all of his lover’s flesh inside him and The Lycan’s sac nestled against his nether cheeks. Ranald opened his eyes to look at The Lycan, the depth of his mate’s need easily visible in the pleasure- darkened sapphire orbs.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ranald murmured, as his mate released his grip of Ranald’s hips to run his hands over the Nosferatu’s already sweat-slickened skin. Ranald’s lips parted around another moan as one of the Lycan’s hands closed around his leaking shaft, stroking unhurriedly, while the other hand caressed sensitive skin, roaming imperiously over Ranald’s smooth chest.

Ranald carefully lifted himself up slightly before sinking down again, drawing a low moan from his lover. At the second uplift, the wolf-man’s fist on his aching flesh tightened, stroking the Nosferatu harder. They kept their eyes locked as Ranald slowly raised and lowered himself and then incrementally faster, squeezing his inner muscles to soft whines and low growls of pleasure from his mate.

The Lycan kept one hand on his lover’s heated flesh, pumping it instinctively with Ranald’s rhythm, drawing frequent moans from his mate’s gently panting mouth. The other hand roamed freely over the body he was learning intimately. The Lycan was secure in the knowledge that no other had touched his mate like this. This sweetness was his and his alone. None had experienced the touch of his mate, or the beguiling way Ranald’s eyes widened at first breech. He watched enraptured as Ranald raised himself up again until only the head of his staff was still inside his mate’s body and then lowered himself quickly, squeezing his muscles to drawing a loud growl from the Lycan’s lips. The wolf-man shifted, wrapping his free hand around his mate’s body and pulling him down to meet his lips while thrusting inside the scorching heat that clung to him.

Ranald did not care that the Lycan’s thrusts did not reach deeply or that the new position forced him into an awkward angle, because he was writhing in the Lycan’s arms and moaning into his mouth. He felt the bigger man let his free hand slide up Ranald’s back to gently score clawed nails down damp skin, making the Nosferatu shudder with pleasure. He jerked in the Lycan’s arms, his breath coming in raid gasps as the wolf-man squeezed his sex and raked his back in tandem.

Pleasure was building up low in the Lycan’s stomach threatening to spill over at any second. The sight of his mate, the young male’s skin luminescent in the light of the moon, dark hair spilling past slender shoulders and the beautiful visage aglow with their shared pleasure made him howl softly with unbridled joy. A change in motion forced his throbbing maleness deeper into Ranald’s body, rubbing the slighter man’s jewel and Ranald came with a drawn out moan, his seed pulsing over the wolf-man’s chest and stomach in powerful spurts. The Lycan growled as his staff was squeezed strongly by the Nosferatu’s clenching channel. Thrusting up into the heat enveloping him, he let his own completion rush through him and he came deep inside his mate, claiming the young male as his own once more.

Still quivering with pleasurable aftershocks and the thick flesh of his lover still impaling him to his heart, Ranald let himself sink down bonelessly against the Lycan’s chest, joining their mouths in a tender, unhurried kiss. He smiled to himself as he realised how quickly the Lycan had learnt to kiss, the powerful jaws and sharp teeth wielded with care and precision to dispense pleasure.

“I love you,” he whispered and smiled into the beloved chest as his words were followed by a soft whine and a tightening of the strong arms enveloping him. “Rest, my love,” he crooned. “We will spend this night loving each other until the moon sets, there is no haste.”

He felt the Lycan’s body relax beneath him, although his mate’s manhood remained half-hard, lodged within him. Nestling happily, feeling completed, safe and loved beyond any doubt, the Nosferatu drifted, awaiting his mate’s awakening.

****

A year sped by in the blink of an eye and, once more, it was Allhallows Eve. Ranald ran through the forest, listening for the harsh breathing of his pursuer, certain he could reach his home before he could be caught. He stopped to hear better. He changed his angle and ran again. He gracefully vaulted a fallen log and gasped as strong arms enveloped him and he and his captor tumbled to the ground.

“I have you,” Dunstan growled into a small ear. “Now what shall I do with you?”

Ranald laughed at the big blond who sat astride him with a feigned look of confusion.

“Have you *no* ideas?” he asked, fluttering long eyelashes and pushing his hips suggestively against Dunstan’s body.

“Insatiable,” Dunstan said with a put-upon sigh that was as insincere as the confused mien had been. He then bent down to possess the alluring, pouting lips of his heartmate. “Let us return home, my beloved. I would prefer our bed tonight.” He stood, drawing Ranald into his arms to kiss him tenderly. He wrapped an arm around Ranald’s trim waist and they walked towards their cottage in the wood, murmuring words of love and trading soft, sweet kisses.

Dunstan had no regrets about leaving his home town. He had been welcomed with open arms into Ranald’s family. They had also taken Verena with them as she had no desire to be left behind. There would be a full moon that night, but he no longer feared them. They would spend the time loving each other; Lycan and Nosferatu, Dunstan and Ranald. Thanks to Ranald’s love they were both free to be themselves and Dunstan would forever be grateful that the call of his heart had been heard and answered.
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It Happened in the Night

It Happened in the Night Ch. 01-02
by loganforester©

CHAPTER 1: TIES THAT BIND

It happened in the night. At least it was nighttime in the small southern Ontario town where Brian Johnson lived. For others it happened in an instant, exposed to the stark light of day. Darkness hid how suddenly things changed. The story began the day before.

Brian’s alarm clock issued a loud wailing sound, much like a siren’s call. His wife by instinct alone reached over and turned it off before rolling over and returning to sleep. He tried to look through sleep-blurred eyes, but could not focus. The room seemed vaguely familiar with its freshly painted walls. They had chosen a deep eggplant shade in sharp contrast to the hospital white that had previously adorned them.

As his vision cleared, he could begin to see his wife’s naked form lying beneath the warm covers of their bed. Her long brown tresses flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall. It was funny how even after ten years together looking at her semi-naked body could still make his body respond. The familiar feeling of blood rushing from his brain towards his cock made him very aware of her proximity.

He rubbed the last of the sleep from his eyes as he slid over next to her. His boxers were the only encumbrance preventing his growing erection from pressing directly against her bare ass. Fingers encircled her waist and sought out her breasts. He could hear her ragged breathing as his body pressed against her. Nipples hardened as his hands gripped them.

“Good morning sexy,” he whispered in her ear. A feeling of heat radiated over her neck causing goose bumps to break out all over her body. She could feel a tingling sensation all the way down to her toes, causing her to curl them involuntarily.

“Morning hon,” she replied finally waking up just a bit. Karen couldn’t help but stretch, warming up her napping muscles. The bit of movement only served to fuel his excitement.

She reached back and felt his erection through his boxers. It felt good in her hand and she knew he loved it. Turning, she leaned over and gave him a tender kiss on the mouth. He returned her kiss with tongue probing passion.

“You know I’m not into morning sex. Besides, you wouldn’t want to be late for your first day back at work,” she said grinning as she rolled onto her back to face him. Karen knew how much he dreaded returning to work after their weeks’ holidays. He always had to work extra long hours before and after any time off to make up for his absence. Such was the case for small business owners, but she still wasn’t very happy about the extra time away from her and the kids.

“Yeah, I’m real eager to get back to work,” he remarked rolling his eyes. “I should get up and going anyway. You just stay in bed. Such a rough life you have.”

“I know. That’s why I’m so tired all the time,” she responded as she playfully smacked him on the ass.

Brian walked out of the bedroom and past the kids’ bedrooms, making sure to be quiet. He knew his wife would give him big trouble if he woke them up early. Into the kitchen he went, pouring himself a glass of grapefruit juice and a bowl of cereal. It was the same thing for breakfast every morning. Brian was a creature of habit. He liked to have everything organized, planned and hated surprises.

Usually he would watch TV before work. He realized it would be the same morning news as usual. Issues south of the border would dominate the discussion. Between the housing crisis, war in Iraq, mounting debt and currency issues he was more than a little concerned about where the economy was going. Not to mention the election that seemed to drag on forever. His business was purely Canadian, but what happened in America had a way of spilling over into Canada as well. This was one of his biggest concerns.

With that in mind, he walked over to the dining room window. They had only lived in their house for a little over a year but it already felt like it had been their home forever. The view from the dining room window offered a nice vista of the outdoor community pool next door. The sparkling blue water was a favorite attraction for him and the kids. Karen often referred to him as a big kid. Beyond the pool was the playground, walking trails through the forest and a small river with a waterfall from the local dam.

“This is why I put up with this everyday,” he muttered to himself. The entire family loved the house and his large salary was the only way to keep it. Even though his days ranged from dull, to exceedingly unpleasant, he felt it was his responsibility. They had long since decided that Karen would stay home with the two young children until they were both in school full time. So until then it was on him to pay the bills.

Time was running short, so Brian needed to get moving. He finished his juice and cereal, shaved and dressed for work. To make his anxiety about returning to work even better today, he had his black dress shirt with the company logo on. It had been a gift from his father, his boss, at the company Christmas party the previous year. It really was a very nice shirt, but it just reinforced to Brian how stuck with the situation he was.

As he slipped on his work shoes, he looked around the house one final time. His short-term memory was terrible. He was always forgetting things. You know they say the memory is the first thing to go as you get older he thought to himself. The previous day was his thirtieth birthday and it still bummed him out a little.

On his way out of the house, he walked by stairs covered in pumpkins. Corn stalks hung from the posts that held up the porch roof. Karen loved to decorate for any occasion and fall was no exception. Inside it already resembled a Halloween haunted house and outside a typical autumn scene.

He thought again about growing older as he drove to work. It wasn’t so much his advancing age as it was the realization of time slipping away. Every year time seemed to accelerate. Their were many goals that Brian still wanted to accomplish and with all his time and energy going to either work or his family, it didn’t seem like he was making much progress.

That thought echoed in his mind as he pulled into the empty driveway. Brian was glad to be there early. It would be another half hour before the rest of his staff arrived. The early morning was often the most productive time for him, before the chaos of the regular shift.

Walking into the plant brought back all the familiar memories that he had allowed to fade into the background during his week away. His mind conjured up the sounds of saws, screw guns, dust collectors and edge-banders humming towards a common goal. Brian conducted his normal walk-through to check on the status of all his departments. They tended to slack off when he was gone, so he intended to see what the situation was before any of them arrived.

He found exactly what he had expected. All of the areas were at least a day behind schedule. Shaking his head, he went to his office to see what messages he had to deal with. His head started to throb as he took one look at his desk and couldn’t control his anger any longer.

“For fuck sakes! I go away for a week and my desk is a complete disaster.”

His keyboard was barely detectable from underneath the gigantic stack of packing slips, invoices and messages. Binders of every color under the rainbow covered his desk. Not only was he swamped with work, but it was going to take an hour or two just to figure out where to start cleaning up this mess. The day was already taking a toll on his fragile psyche and it was still early.

To make matters worse the light flashed on his phone showing he had a message. He picked it up, cradled it to his ear and waited to see who wasn’t coming in today. That was normally the case when there was a message on the phone this early in the morning. “Hi Brian its Roger. My grandma passed away on the weekend and I’m not going to be in for a few days. I’ll call you on Wednesday after the funeral to let you know. Talk to you later, bye.”

His mind began mentally rearranging the production schedule he kept in his brain at all times. It amazed him sometimes how he could compartmentalize and track those items so often and yet forget the smallest things. Karen always teased him about telling him to bring something home and ten minutes later, he would leave and completely forget about it. He would tell himself he had a great memory; it was just very short.

“Well there goes my saw operator,” he exclaimed shaking his head.

The sound of workers coming in interrupted his train of thought. He slowly worked through clearing off his desk while he listened intently as all the rest of the staff filed in. Machines started up and noise filled the office before he got up and closed the door.

Moments later he heard the door open again. “So how was your holiday?” Gary said, as he entered the room.

“Oh hi Dad, it was fine. Nothing exciting,” stated Brian, still miffed. “I see things went great while I was gone,” sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, assembly is a day behind. I’m not sure what happened in finishing while I was gone plus we’re an entire cut behind and now my saw operator is gone for the next three days!”

“Roger’s not coming in?”

“Apparently his Grandma died and he’s not coming in till Thursday. I have no idea how I’m supposed to get back on schedule.”

“Well, we have to do what we have to do. We can’t be behind,” he declared, as he closed the door and walked out.

Brian could barely control his anger. “That was really fucking helpful. Thanks a lot. No wonder it gets like this every time I go away. It’s like I have to do everything myself,” he responded talking to himself, knowing nobody was around to hear him.

Brian took a little time to get a hold of himself and went back to work. He talked to all his department heads and worked out a plan to put things back on track. They all really liked Brian and felt bad for him that the pressure seemed to land on his shoulders all the time. They decided to stay late every night this week and come in on Saturday if they had to. The business was headed into their busy time of year and they couldn’t afford to get behind since they would never be able to recover if they did.

By lunchtime, Brian had managed to get back in control of things and was feeling a little better about the situation. It was then that Lou stopped by his office on his way to the lunchroom.

“Hey Brian. Did you want to see pictures of my trip?”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot you were away, too. Sure, I’d love to.” Brian flipped through the pictures that Lou handed to him and tried to hide his jealousy. Lou had just gotten back from two weeks in the Mediterranean, a trip he would love to take and couldn’t afford with only his income.

“Yeah that’s the one of me and the wife on Santorini. See the view of the bay and all the white houses. They say it’s the best sunset in the world. Man it was crowded with people, but really awesome,” Lou confirmed, going through the pictures as Brian flipped them.

Brian really liked Lou. He was one of his best workers and really good at fabricating countertops. Lou was originally from Australia, so even after three years Brian could still catch his thick accent as he spoke.

“Wow that does look nice.”

“This one is of the best just outside Athens. It was a scorcher that day mate. The water was so cold and clear though. Janice loved it. There she is lying on the beach.”

“It looks like you had great weather for it, too. So what was the best part?”

“Probably the stop-over in Patmos. It’s in Turkey. They have the most amazing ruins there. It was a great two weeks. We just got in last night, still a little jetlagged though.”

“Thanks for the pics. I’ll talk to you later, you should get eating lunch,” Brian responded.

Nobody but Karen knew how much Brian wanted to travel and that they couldn’t afford to. There was an entire drawer in his home office full of travel brochures that he read periodically. He even made a list of the top places he wanted to visit. Turkey was high on that list.

Talking with Lou simply reinforced what he’d been feeling for months now leading up to his thirtieth birthday yesterday. It came and went with no fanfare except for his wife and kids. The goals that Brian had set for himself were slipping away. Time was moving so fast he couldn’t keep up with it.

Brian buried himself in his work for the rest of the day. His head cleared as he struggled to get back on track. Five o’clock came and went until he was again alone in the building. Six o’clock passed with him still slaving away at his desk, as he so often was.

Brian heard the phone ring through his intense concentration. “Hello,” he answered.

“Are you coming home sometime tonight?”

“What time is it hon?”

“It’s already after 6:30. We’ve eaten and the kids will be in bed in a couple hours, are you going to see them today at all?”

“I’ll be leaving soon. It’s been a long damn day. Love you babe.”

“See you when you get here. Bye.”

He hung up the phone, looked over his desk, got up and left. There has to be more to life than this daily grind Brian thought to himself as he reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys and crossed the empty parking lot.

The drive home proved to be uneventful. He pulled his car into the driveway and parked. Just then, a familiar sound greeted him.

“Yeah, Daddy’s home. Hi Dad.”

“Hey, Matt how you doing. How was kindergarten today?”

“Good. Well … you know what? We had a fireman come to the school today and we had to go outside.”

“Like a fire drill?”

“Yeah a fire drill and he had his suit and hat on and we got to sit in his truck and …”

“Wow that’s awesome bud,” Brian responded smiling already. Coming home to the kids after a long day always lifted his spirits.

“And he even let us turn on the siren. But it was really loud, it was ignoring me.”

“Ignoring you?”

“Yeah,” he said, shaking his head emphatically.

“You mean annoying you.”

“Yeah annoying me, and then we had to go back inside. Oh Brandon’s outside, can I go play with him?”

“Sure bud, stay where we can see you.”

He opened the door and walked inside already feeling better about his day. The air had a faint aroma from the dinner he’d missed. “Hi Honey I’m home.”

“Daddy, are you?” uttered this little voice toddling around the corner from his bedroom.

Brian knew his son was asking where he was. “Where’s Josh?”

“Here I am,” was the response as he pointed to his little belly. Brian quickly scooped him in his arms and began to tickle his tummy. “Tickle, tickle, tickle,” the voice responded.

Brian’s smile beamed from ear to ear. Each day his little boy became more and more like a big person. He learned another word or two every single day that Brian was away at work.

“Simming, Simming.”

“Swimming? No swimming tonight little man.” Brian looked out the window at the public pool and all the kids swimming. The sunlight glistened off the pristine waters only disturbed by the few people inside.

“Bash, bash.”

“A bath? Yeah, we could do that. Josh want a bath?”

“Ok baby,” Josh replied with a grin firmly planted on his face.

Brian carried his son down the hallway and noticed his wife walking out of their bedroom wearing her black pj outfit with pink trim. “Looking good hon. Ready for bed already?” he mentioned, giving her a wink.

“Don’t you wish? Keep it in your pants,” she remarked, laughing as she stopped to give him a long slow kiss with a hint of open mouth. “Did you want me to bathe him, while you eat dinner?”

“Bash, Bash”

“You run the water, I’ll bathe him. I haven’t seen him all day.” Brian took his son into the bedroom and got him ready for the bath. He shuddered every time he saw the large scar in the middle of his chest, even after almost three years. The thoughts of his son attached to all the tubes following his open-heart surgery still flashed in the back of his mind.

Pushing those thoughts out of his head, he carried Josh into the bathroom and plunked him in the tub with a splash. Moments later Brian was wiping water from his eyes. Josh’s feet and hands splashed a mile a minute under the shallow water. He had loved the water since his very first bath and this was no exception. Brian bathed his son the same as any other night since both of them enjoyed it very much.

Josh prattled away as usual when his father took him into his bedroom and put his jammies on. The usual nighttime routine of turning on his fan, nightlight and music box was completed and Josh placed into his crib.

“Night, night.”

“Night Josh. I love you.”

“Love you, Daddy.”

Brian closed his bedroom door and headed into the main living room in the basement of their house. It was really a walkout onto a deck, which overlooked the backyard. With ten-foot ceilings, this was hardly a typical basement. It had been the biggest selling feature that had attracted them to buying the house in the first place. They had done all the work to finish it themselves over the past year.

“Hey Dad want to play ball with me?”

“Matthew, it’s time for bed. Get Daddy to read you a story,” said Karen looking over the top of her crossword puzzle sitting on the couch.

“Oh man, why do I have to go to bed?”

“Come on buddy, it’s late and you have to get some sleep before you go to Grandma’s tomorrow.”

“Oh fine. I want you to read Berenstein Bears.”

“Ok, come on let’s go.”

They fled up the stairs together and into the bathroom for teeth brushing. Matt sat up on the counters in the bathroom next to his fish tank. They had bought their multi-colored fish a year ago because they thought that a pet would be good for Matt.

“I better feed Rainbow before bedtime,” he said, as he dropped a few tiny pellets into the water. Rainbow gobbled them up before you could even blink. “Night Rainbow.”

Matt hopped off the counter and into his room, where the fan was already running and his three nightlights were shining brightly. “Can you read the racing one, Dad?”

“Ok, here it is,” Brian replied as he lay down on the bed next to his son and began to read to him. It was always a good bonding time reading with Matt since he was starting to be able to make out some of the words for himself. The days of being able to skip through the story quickly because his eyes were hurting him were over. Matt could tell every time he missed a word and wondered what it was.

“Time for sleep buddy. A squeeze, a hug and a kiss,” he told his son as performed the nighttime ritual that they had for the last few years. “What time is it?” Brian asked as he pressed the top of his son’s “Cars” alarm clock to illuminate the time.

“8:52. Night Dad.”

“Night son.”

Wearily, Brian retreated to the basement, hoping to relax a bit and enjoy his evening at last. Karen was still sitting on the couch engrossed in her crossword puzzle when he came down and sat beside her. “Hey sexy girl,” he commented, putting his arm around her and pulling her against him.

“How was your day,” she replied.

“Just amazing. I get to work and there is a huge stack of papers on my desk, all my departments are behind schedule and Dad doesn’t really seem to care. Other than that it was great.”

“Sounds like a lovely way to start the week. The kids were pretty good today actually, but I think they miss you after being with you for the last week.”

“Not much I can do about it; there will be lots of late nights to get caught up. Some days I hate my job.”

Brian kissed her softly, letting his mouth explore hers, the pent up frustration of his day trying to overwhelm him. His hand slipped down over her bra-less breast, massaging it through her shirt. A hard nipple responded by poking through the material and into his probing open hand.

A TV commercial suddenly distracted her. “Halloween is coming soon,” Karen cheered, as she pulled away for a minute. “We’re going to the neighbor’s party this year.”

“Halloween party? Do we have to dress up for it?”

“Yeah it’s a costume party. I thought we could go as a couple of surfers. We can wear our swim suits.”

“You know I hate costume parties. Besides, I don’t think anyone really wants to see me walking around shirtless.”

“Yeah, I know you do hon. I wouldn’t be so sure of that though; Cindy’s always had the hots for you. Besides, between now and then you can work on making this into a six-pack again,” she said, as she slid her hand down over his belly. She couldn’t resist giving his semi-hard cock a feel at the same time.

“Hold that thought hon, I just had an idea I have to get down on paper,” he replied getting off the couch and walking towards the door to their office.

“You have to do it now?”

“While it’s still fresh in my mind, or I’ll lose it.”

Brian walked into his office and closed the door. To call it an office was being disingenuous. It was a spare bedroom with a long countertop and filing cabinets along one wall. It also served as their home gym, with his elliptical machine against another wall. Really it served a multitude of purposes. Karen even had her own end of the desk area to house her collection of scrap-booking supplies.

He immediately went into the top drawer and pulled out his concept binder. That’s where he kept all the story ideas and the rough outlines he made for each story. Unlike many successful writers, he liked to make detailed outlines before he could start to write them.

The story he was trying to write had been causing him writer’s block ever since before his vacation and he thought he finally had gotten past it with the idea he had percolating in his brain. He found the pages that pertained to that story, started Word and began to type. The words seemed to flow effortlessly through his fingertips and onto the otherwise blank screen. The feeling of energy flowing through him was always an exhilarating one.

His top shelf of the desk area was his reference library. Aside from the obvious dictionary, thesaurus and other writing aides there were copies of his favorite author’s works. He liked to write amateur stories about horror, sci-fi and fantasy concepts. His collection contained the works of Stephen King, Anne Rice, C.S. Lewis, Tolkien, Isaac Asimov, along with many literary classics.

The words appeared on the page at a frantic pace. The minutes seemed to pass like seconds and still Brian’s fingers were hammering against the keys, filling pages quickly. The scene was so vivid in his mind that he could almost smell the pine needles and rotting leaves of fall. The autumn breeze was blowing through the scene and that’s what he thought he felt when warm lips pressed against the back of his neck.

He hadn’t even heard her open the door and sneak up behind him; he was so lost in his own world. The fantasy world of his writing mixed with reality and the passions that had so inflamed his writing, were now working his body into an inferno. Pants bulging and heart racing, he turned to greet his wife.

Their mouths met and pressed into each other with their tongues exploring. Thoughts of throwing her down and having his way with her on the carpet exploded into his mind. His brain hadn’t left the cold dark world of his imagination yet and he knew he had to close that doorway before he did something he would regret later. It was a cruel side of him that Karen wouldn’t like very much. Nobody would, but he knew it gave him strength when he needed it most.

With that in mind, he pulled back from her embrace, smiling at her. “Hmm. Why don’t you get the shower ready and I’ll join you there in minute. I just want to finish this paragraph. I’ll make it worth your while.” He reached out with his mouth and gave her another long kiss before he watched her ass saunter from side to side as she walked out of the room.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he resumed writing until he had exhausted the last of his story. After saving his work, he left the room, climbed the stairs and went to meet her in the bathroom. But not before he checked the front door to make sure that it was still locked. Brian never thought of himself as being paranoid; he believed he was simply taking precautions.

He opened the door, heard the sound of the shower running and could see a silhouette of a woman’s shape through the transparent curtain. The bathroom mirror remained oddly free of steam. Brian laughed knowing that she would have the water turned down low; she hated the hot water.

He shed his clothes and pulled back the shower curtain to reveal her naked body. Even after all these years, he couldn’t get over how the look of her naked ass made his cock hard every time. That day was no exception. He gave a whistling sound, like what you would expect when a pretty lady walks by a construction site.

“Can I help you?” she said, as she turned around grinning at him. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know about the next hour of his life. She was in the mood tonight and that meant he was going to be sore in the morning. Brian couldn’t help but notice the way the water that sprayed her skin pooled between her legs as if taunting him.

“I thought we could help each other,” he replied, grinning at her as he pulled her against his body. The hardness of his cock pressed against her inner thighs as his hands moved down over her back to grab her ass and grind against it. Their mouths came together, pressed with anxious passion and lust. It was times like these that they were almost like teenagers dating again. Their carnal needs overpowered any sense of technique or caution.

Caught up in a tidal wave of excitement, Karen dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth, slowly at first and then with increased speed. She had missed him so much today after having an entire week together that she needed to have him near her, penetrating her.

Brian could only lean back against the wall. “Oh, fuck yes,” he said, running his hands through her wet matted hair. The heat from her mouth caused his erection to rise as the water cascaded around them. He loved the feelings of surrender and the loss of control oral sex gave him. It allowed him to give her all of himself and not hold back. The build up inside became too much for him to handle and he gave her a squeeze on the shoulder to let her know he was going to cum.

Karen moved out of the way as his cock erupted in a torrent of sticky fluid that splashed all over her hands. She continued to massage his cock as she kissed his mouth, allowing the water to wash away the mess. “Did you like that hon?” she asked.

“Umm, very much,” he grunted in response. His hands roamed over her breasts, teasing both nipples as they hardened reflexively from his touch. Lips closed over her neck, causing goose bumps to appear all over her body. She turned around to feel his hands running over her breasts and his semi-erect cock pressing against the swell of her ass.

She reached over on the ledge and grabbed the soap slipping it into his hands. Bubbles lathered around her breasts, his hands making expert work of cleaning her. He worked his hands lower, exploring the gentle creases of her abdomen and over her thighs. Lather built up on her body, coating her inner thighs and down her shapely legs.

Karen leaned back against him, resting her head as she moaned softly. “Let’s take this to our bedroom.”

“Whatever you want tonight sweetie, it’s all for you now.”

She reached over and shut the water off moving forward away from her husband. They opened the curtains and dried off slowly, teasing each other as they did. Brian took her hand and led her to their room, turning the lights on low. He closed the door making sure to lock it as well. Karen smiled when she heard the door lock.

“Look at you, thirty years old and still afraid of the boogeyman,” she teased him.

Brian looked at her somberly and with an overly serious tone. “It’s not the boogeyman. It’s my imagination. Sometimes it scares me to death.”

“I know some way you can put your imagination to good use,” she said giggling.

“What did you have in mind?”

She leaned back on the bed, her naked form illuminated by the dim light. It was an impressive sight with her large breasts, milky white skin and long wet hair hanging down. Her legs opened wide for him, she ran her hand through the trimmed patch of hair that surrounded her pussy. She toyed and teased herself waiting for his reaction. “Getting any ideas yet?”

Brian wasted no more time as his body could barely contain itself. His mind raced as he buried his face between her legs, parting her lips with his fingers and stroking the tender skin beneath with strong fast licks from his tongue. Her reaction was immediate. Moans escaped her lips and the pungent smell betrayed her level of arousal. His mouth bore down on her pussy with an animal aggressiveness, seeking to devour her.

Karen lay back and enjoyed herself, biting her lip to stifle the loud moans. Her hands caressed her hardened nipples, eagerly twisting and pinching them. She wasn’t used to seeing her husband this aggressive with her and didn’t want to admit to herself how horny it was making her.

Cool breeze drifted over them from the open bedroom window. It felt nice against their superheated skin. Brian’s tongue moved faster and with more pressure. Trying to make her cum as fast as possible and keep the dark doorway in his mind closed at the same time was a difficult task. His heart was beating out of his chest as the echo hollered in his brain.

A couple minutes later, he could feel her body tense around him and then let out a torrent of energy as she came hard. He could tell that Karen had one of the most intense orgasms of her life, judging by her reactions. Her thighs quickly slammed against his head, further pressing him against her orgasmic pussy and preventing him for being more aggressive with it. “Oh god yes baby. That feels so fucking good.”

When her orgasm had subsided, he stood up from between her legs. “Was that good for you?”

“Mmmm. Whew,” she replied not quite ready to talk yet.

“Turn over and I’ll take you from behind, like you always want me to.”

Karen slowly got up off the bed and moved up to the front on her knees. She bent over so that her pussy spread wide open for him, before she buried her face in the pillow.

“Wow. You look so hot like that. You drive me insane.”

He got onto the bed and positioned himself behind her, giving her ass a slight smack. His cock penetrated her from behind easily at first. He wanted to establish a rhythm, to get her even hornier than she already was. She loved it from behind and always let him know.

He waited until he could tell she was getting close to having another orgasm. Then he sped up slamming into her as fast and hard as he could. He knew that he couldn’t go that fast for very long, but wanted to make her get off. He was right.

“Oh yes, oh yes, yes. Oh fuck yeah.”

“You like that. Tell me you like it,” he replied, slamming into her wet pussy with more force.

“I love it, I love it. Yes baby, oh yeah.”

He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his hard cock again, threatening to make him cum again. It massaged all along his cock until he couldn’t help but pump harder knowing his orgasm was approaching. He made one last hard thrust deep inside her and felt his cock explode.

They both collapsed into a sweaty pile of naked flesh on the bed. Barely able to move for several minutes, they both lay still, tired and very content. They snuggled together for what seemed like hours, basking in the afterglow of the hottest sex they’d had in months.

“I think it’s time for bed sweetie,” he said as he leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth.

“Night hon, see you in the morning,” she replied, as she rolled over to face the wall and they both drifted off to sleep for the night.

CHAPTER 2: RED LIGHT

Dreams inspired by his writing wafted through his brain as he slept peacefully next to his wife. Brian’s subconscious turned to concerns about his workday as nighttime progressed towards the break of dawn. His sleep was disturbed and he began to move around the bed. Had they been awake by six a.m. things might have turned out different for him.

As it was, he was still asleep when the sky turned a deep shade of red. Streaks of crimson light flashed across the sky bringing an electrical charge that caused the hair all over his body to stand up. To many people it looked like a meteor shower racing across the nighttime sky.

Brian woke with a start. He looked over at his alarm clock to check out the time. It was blank. The power must have gone out in the night was the first thought that came to him. What else could he check to know that? He gazed around the room with a blank expression on his face and realized that the fan in their room wasn’t running either. That would explain it.

His wife loved her fans and couldn’t sleep without them anymore. The soothing sound kept her sleeping like a baby. With her influence the kids each had fans in their rooms. One night when they were moving the fan, he accidentally knocked it over and broke one of the blades. She was so addicted to it she actually made him drive to the store to pick up a new one so she could sleep.

With all those images running through his mind, he was surprised that she slept through the power outage. He looked over at her and could see she was sleeping peacefully facing the wall away from him. Without the clock he still had no idea what time it was, or if he was going to be late for work. Brian was careful getting out of bed, since he didn’t want to wake her.

Tiptoeing through the hallway that separated the children’s bedrooms from their own, Brian shuffled his way towards the kitchen where they had a battery-operated clock on the wall. The clock faithfully read 6:37. He still had plenty of time before he had to leave. Work would entail another long day to try to catch up with the backlog. Gazing through the window revealed an overcast sky and light rain.

Brian looked out the various windows and noticed that the lights were off everywhere he could see. Even the streetlight in front of the house was out. It was clear that the power wasn’t just a local outage.

He resigned himself to getting ready in the dark without a chance to watch the news. The usual routine of drinking grapefruit juice and then getting dressed in the bathroom went along as normal. Everyone was still sleeping when he went back into the bedroom to give his wife a kiss goodbye for the day. She was still lying with the blankets up around her chest facing towards the wall.

Brian climbed into bed behind her, spooning up against her back through the covers. The memories of the night before came flooding back through his mind. He could still feel her body pressed against him, hair flowing around. The smell of sex was still in the air from last night.

“Hey hon, wakey wakey,” he whispered playfully in her ear. “It’s time to wake up, I have to get going,” he mentioned getting closer to her.

There was no response. She was always a very light sleeper, so her lack of movement concerned him. He rolled her over onto her back, noticing for the first time that her face was pale. Panic began to set in.

“Karen, wake up. This isn’t funny,” he implored as he began to shake her, desperate for a reaction. “Oh god, please wake up.”

His fingers reached up to check her neck for a pulse and stopped when they felt how cold her neck was. The coolness of her skin sent a chill running down his spine. He stripped the blankets off and checked her arms only to discover they were cold and clammy. Time seemed to stop and everything from that point on felt like slow motion. He forced his lips to against hers, held her nose and breathed deeply into her mouth. Her lips were stiff and lifeless.

Tears stained his face as he inspected her for any sign of movement. Her chest rose and fell as he breathed for her with no reaction. Terror took hold of his brain. All he could do was sit beside her and stare for a minute until he snapped out of his stupor. “Hospital, I gotta get you to the hospital,” he cried out in full panic.

Brian scrambled for the cordless phone on the night table beside him and began to dial. He held it to his ear before he even remembered that the power was out and the phone was dead. Dead. That thought echoed through his mind as he tried to figure out his next move. All the phones in the house were cordless and needed power to operate. What did they do when the hydro went out? His mind was a blur of confused thoughts.

“Right. There’s a normal phone in the closet in case the power’s out,” he scolded himself as he rushed full force looking for it. A search of shelf after shelf revealed nothing. He continued to look through watery eyes until he finally found the lime green phone sitting under a pile of old blankets at the back.

He grabbed it, almost running over to the table where he pulled the other phone out and plugged this one in with shaking fingers. Cradling it to his ear, he dialed 911. It seemed to take an eternity waiting for a response. Only after he was waiting did it occur to him what to tell the operator. How often do thirty-year-old women just stop breathing in the middle of the night? It was going to sound weird and suspicious but all he cared about was getting help for his wife. He would deal with any complications later.

His mind was so distracted he didn’t realize that it just kept ringing and ringing. It was only after a few minutes and no answer that his brain re-engaged. “Hello? Is anybody here? Does nobody answer the fucking phone?”

He slammed the phone back on the cradle so hard that he half expected his wife to sit up in bed. She didn’t. His legs carried him into the kitchen again, no longer trying to be quiet. The phone book sat on the top shelf of their hutch unit. He grabbed it and ran back down the hallway. Tearing through the pages he finally found the one for the local hospital.

His fingers hammered on the keys again and he waited with the phone against his ear. This time his brain was very conscious of the waiting. He counted twenty rings before he banged the receiver down in the cradle. Where was everyone? “What the hell is going on?” he screamed to himself.

Thinking fast, he picked it up again and dialed his sister’s number. Again no answer. He dialed his father. Nothing. Finally, he realized that he was getting nowhere with the phone and turned back to his wife. She hadn’t moved and looked the same. He raced out the front door and into the rain, running over to the neighbor’s house. Brian knew he needed to find help. He hated the idea of leaving his kids alone in the house, but they were asleep and he was desperate. Sheer terror framed his visage as he ran across the yard.

Rain cascaded down his face, mixing with tears, to form rivulets. He pounded on the door, hoping for a quick response. Both vehicles were still home, so he should get someone. No answer. Emboldened by his fear, he opened the unlocked door and pressed inside. “Hello! Is anybody home?” he hollered in the empty kitchen. They were close with their neighbors even though Brian and his wife were new to town.

He navigated the house with experienced precision. Their bedroom door came into view and he screamed through a hoarse throat. “Is anybody home? I need help.”

When he received no answer, he thrust open the bedroom door and peered inside. They were in bed still, blankets around their midsection. “Rita! Ted! Wake up!”

They remained still. Walking closer, he reached out and touched his neighbors back. It felt just like his wife’s did. He touched her as well, with the same result. Fear bubbled up inside Brian unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It took mere seconds to run through the kitchen, leap down the stairs and fling open the kid’s bedroom door. All three children were in their beds sleeping peacefully. Or so it looked. Brian crept closer and found out they were not just asleep.

The realization finally dawned on him that his kids were still asleep. Or were they. Racing like the devil was chasing him Brian blasted through the front door and across the yard to his house. Hope still clung to him, ever so gently that they could be awake when he got there. The house was quiet, too quiet. Racing to Matt’s room first, he opened the door slowly, not wanting to panic him if he was alive.

The room had an eerie chill as he crept ever closer to the bed. He could see a little figure asleep under the covers. Or was he dead. That’s what his brain was screaming at him. Dead. His lips couldn’t even form the words in connection with his son. The one that every person said looked exactly like him. Karen always joked that he was his father’s clone.

Tears streamed down his face as he walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. One look at his son’s innocent face confirmed his suspicions. Brian reached out, touched his cheek and felt a bitter chill reverberate through his fingertips. Utter revulsion built up inside him. His stomach churned and lurched sending vomit coursing up through his throat. He managed to choke it back, as he collapsed on the bed next to his son amidst a pile of stuffed animals.

All sense of balance seemed to drift away as he lay on his back next to his dead son. Yes, he was dead. That thought finally broke through Brian’s clouded brain and hit home like a sledgehammer, as the room seemed to close in on him. His head turned to look at his son’s face, so peaceful it seemed.

Memories flooded his brain like a series of waves. The smell of candles wafted through his nostrils as he remembered his birthday party just two days earlier. Matt had been so excited. His face was beaming as he handed his dad his birthday card. Inside the card was a little homemade pendant made of string with a bright blue crystal looped through it. Matt had picked the kit out and made it himself.

Brian pictured the soccer field where Matt had just started playing that summer. This coming weekend was supposed to be their year-end party and tournament. His son loved soccer and playing with his friends all dressed up in his little uniform. Matt was a good player too. He was one of the team’s best players and had already scored six goals this year. Brian hadn’t missed a single game. How could he and disappoint his son. No matter the long hours he worked, his family was still his top priority.

The world was closing in on Brian. His brain was swirling in a mist of memories. “Cow”, he could distinctly hear a babies voice whispering. That had been Matt’s first word when he was ten months old. One of the most important times in a parent’s life is when they hear their child speak for the first time. Even if they can barely make out the word, it sounds like music to the ears.

His thoughts drifted even further back to the day Matt was born. In his mind, he could see himself standing in the operating room with his wife heavily sedated lying on the bed in front of him, with doctors and nurses everywhere it had seemed at the time. The surgeons were working to free Matt from her womb as he gripped her hand and tears streamed down her face. She was so vibrant and full of life, so unlike she would ever be again.

He heard his son’s first cry as the doctors pulled him out. From his vantage point, Brian could see him clearly as they worked to disconnect the cord. He had noticed it even before the nurses told them. It was a little boy. Matt came into the world kicking and screaming and went out of it in his sleep.

The hardest memory for Brian to handle was the first time he held his son in his arms in the hospital recovery room. Karen was still getting stitched up and the nurse gave Matt to him. Brian had never had an interest in babies before and not much experience in holding them. That changes when it’s your child. He carefully held him against his chest and rocked him, not for the last time.

Brian’s trip down memory lane seemed to last forever, if only a few minutes in real time. Life seemed to slow to a crawl as he held his son in his arms, like when he was a baby. It suddenly occurred to him that there was one room he hadn’t been to yet. Josh was usually awake by now and since there were no sounds it was a foregone conclusion that he was dead, too.

Brian seemed resigned to his fate but decided to check to make sure he was right. Laying Matt back down on the bed carefully, he left the room and walked down the hallway to the closed door. Rain was intensifying outside. The bedroom door opened with a squeak though nothing but silence came from inside the room. A sheet slung over the window blocked out any light so the room remained very dark.

“Josh, are you awake?” he whimpered, allowing only the slightest amount of hope to remain in his heart. There was no response. He reached into the crib with trembling hands and lifted the blanket off. No movement. Reaching under his arms, he picked Josh up and held him. The chill of lifeless flesh pressed against his hands and chest. Brian wrapped him in a bear hug and fell to the floor rocking him back and forth.

What a waste, he thought to himself. Images of the three weeks the family had spent in the children’s hospital while Josh had his open-heart surgery flooded back to him. To go through all that, just to have him die in his sleep like this seemed senseless to Brian. He had thought seeing his son hooked up to all those machines was the worst that a parent could possibly feel. How wrong he was. That heart-wrenching torture was nothing compared to the bitter anguish that was consuming his soul now.

As he sat on the floor holding his son’s lifeless body, it occurred to him how close to losing his mind he was. That thin line between sanity and insanity was one that he couldn’t afford to cross. Somehow, he found the strength to stand up and place his son back into his crib. He took the blanket and covered him up again as if he was sleeping still. His mind was painfully aware he wasn’t.

He had to get away. Brian walked out of the room closing the door as he went. The doors slammed shut to remove reminders of what had happened. As he entered the kitchen, the next phase of his grief struck him.

The crimson veil of anger descended over him, wrapping him in its destructive nature. “Why the hell did this happen to me?” he shouted, as if anyone was alive to hear him. He grabbed a tall glass off the counter and hurled it full force against the wall. It exploded leaving an indentation in the drywall. Shards of glass flew across the room but Brian didn’t seem to notice or care.

Brian’s greatest fear had materialized. He was alone. Everyone he knew was likely dead. Alone. It tore through his brain like a raging forest fire pent on destruction. Anger gave way to fear. What was he going to do? Until now, the reality of living in a world with no other people had escaped him. How was he going to survive in a world alone without any electricity?

The rational business side of his mind suggested it would be a good idea to survey the town to see if there were any other survivors. That hope was enough to get him moving again. He decided to check on everyone again. No change. Emotionally exhausted, he tied his running shoes, threw his raincoat on and headed out in the rain. By habit, he turned and locked the door behind him.

The breeze seemed unnaturally cool. Thoughts ran through Brian’s mind until he had a plan of attack. He realized he was going to need supplies for survival. Food and water would be easy to come by. He was more concerned about keeping the darkness at bay. The local hardware store would have lots of candles, lighters, lanterns and flashlights. Not to mention many other items that could be useful.

It just so happened that the owner of the store was their neighbor that lived behind them. They had two children who played with his kids from time to time. Brian decided to go to their house first and see if any of them were alive still. If not, they would have the keys to the store in the house somewhere. After that, he could take his van to the store and hopefully see other survivors.

The hill that separated the front from the back of his house was very steep. They had not yet created a path to connect them, so he had to walk down the hill of grass which could be very slippery in the rain. After descending the hill, he walked past the fire pit in his backyard. It had been the scene for many gatherings of not just his family, but with the entire neighborhood. They would light fires in the nighttime and cook hotdogs and roast marshmallows, while all the kids played between their yards. The adults would even sometimes engage in telling ghost stories over the fire after the kids were in bed. It was even more fun after a few drinks. Or more than a few drinks.

That sudden thought made his body long for the panacea that alcohol would provide. He banished the thought quickly. The rule in his mind had always been if he thought he needed a drink instead of just wanting one, he couldn’t have it. Using liquor to placate other problems was a slippery slope.

The house ahead appeared desolate. As he approached, he could hear the sound of a little dog barking. “Sparky, he thought”. Sparky was their Yorkshire terrier. It was nice to hear someone else alive, even if it was just a dog. Sparky greeted Brian as he opened the door and stepped inside. He barked a bit, and then wagged his tail as he recognized Brian.

The dog seemed nervous as he pranced around the kitchen. Brian picked him up to pet the top of his head. When Brian put him back down, Sparky raced to the bottom of the stairs and began barking again. Brian quickly realized that the dog wanted him to follow. How strange the day was when he considered following the dog through a dark house was a good idea.

The farther he walked away from the sliding door that he entered the house from, the harder it became to see. From the bottom of the stairs, he could tell that it would be pitch black at the top. Brian went into the kitchen, found a small red flashlight and returned to Sparky. They continued up the steps following the beam of the flashlight. Brian had never seen the upstairs of the house and was not sure where the bedrooms were. Sparky didn’t have any indecision as he led the way.

Sparky led him to an open doorway. Peering inside with the light revealed it as the master bedroom. Brian stepped inside and shone the flickering beam towards the bed where he could see two people laying under the covers. Upon closer inspection, he was sure it was his neighbors and they weren’t moving either. No response came when he called their names. Just then, Sparky began to bark very loudly and assumed a defensive posture towards the bed.

“Sparky calm down,” Brian scolded, as the dog became increasingly hostile. Brian didn’t know what to make of his reaction since Sparky was always a good dog and very friendly with people. He moved closer to the bed and noticed they looked just like his family did. The room was rather large and very well organized. Nothing appeared out of place.

On the bedside table was a set of keys. Brian noticed a key marked “store” as he picked them up and flipped through them. He slipped them into his pocket and turned to leave. Sparky’s frantic barking suddenly stopped and the dog ran out of the room. Turning towards the bed, Brian noticed something was different. Or thought he did. He was positive that they were facing each other before. Now the husband was facing towards him, with eyes closed.

Brian backed towards the open door, not wanting to take his eyes away from the bed. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. In the hallway, he found Sparky curled up outside the door with his head down. The dog seemed frightened to Brian. “Sparky, come on. Let’s go outside.”

Sparky raised his head to look but wouldn’t move. After numerous attempts to get him to come, Brian relented and went downstairs alone. He could really use some company he thought, but apparently, Sparky was loyal to his masters even in death.

It was the least he could do; Brian thought as he filled up Sparky’s food dish and carried it up the stairs. When he reached the top and looked towards the bedroom, he realized Sparky wasn’t sitting outside the room anymore. The house was eerily quiet. Then he heard a very soft sound that most people without his extra sensitive hearing may have missed. It caused him to set the dog dish down where he was, run down the stairs and out of the house through the sliding doors without looking back until he was well within his own backyard. When he looked back at the house, he thought he noticed the curtains in the master bedroom swaying ever so slightly.

His entire body shuddered as he marched back up the hill. Determination kept him moving ahead. What could it have been? It must have been his imagination. They were clearly dead. All of them were. Nobody else was in the house, although he hadn’t checked the kid’s rooms. Maybe they were still alive. Something deep inside his mind told him otherwise.

The rain had stopped while he was inside the house and the sun was threatening to come out. Brian clambered into the van and peeled out of their driveway. There was no activity at all on the short drive to the hardware store. It was located on the main street of a busy highway. No cars were on the road and the sidewalks were also bare. The town appeared deserted. He found the ghostlike appearance of the town very disturbing. His hand ran through his hair in a nervous gesture as he drove.

The store was like any other small town hardware store with the usual collection of lawnmowers and bicycles peering through the showroom window. Brian used the keys with trembling hands and swung the storeroom door open. A large can of paint sitting to the side became a prop to hold the door open. The large display windows kept the store from being overly dark, even near the back. Brian crept around collecting items that he thought would be useful. His mind was very much preoccupied with this task. He tried to push the terror that welled up inside him to the back of his mind, with limited success.

Brian’s first stop was to where the flashlights were. Finding the biggest one he could, he opened a pack of batteries and shone the light around the room. His head was on a constant swivel, looking for any sign of life. There was a list of items in his mind that he wanted to take, but the atmosphere in the store was distracting. He couldn’t concentrate. “Get a hold of yourself Brian. There’s nobody here,” he muttered to himself, unconvinced.

Tentatively, he started making trips between the van and the store hauling anything he thought he could use. Oil lanterns, flashlights, candles, a couple shovels, propane tanks for his bbq and even a hunting pistol with ammo found its way into the van. Learning how to fire a gun wasn’t something that Brian had ever wanted to know. His mind was quickly changing.

The entire trip lasted a short time and went without incident. Brian was more disturbed by the eerie silence than anything else. It was very distracting when he would make noise he always subconsciously thought he should try to be more quiet. As if there was anything around to hear him.

Brian closed up the van and locked it. He thought walking around the main area and checking all the buildings for signs of life would be a good idea. There must be someone else in town alive. Crossing the main intersection in one direction brought him to a small restaurant with big windows that showed the entire dining room as empty.

Across the main street on the other corner was a furniture store with large bay windows. The owners were customers of Brian’s business. He peered through the window for any sign of movement. Nothing. On the other corner was a bar that his family visited every once in a while. It was a century old building with no windows from the street side. Brian walked up the steps to the building and then backed away. After the experience in his neighbor’s house, this building was the scariest place possible to be alone in the dark. The entire time he was walking around, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It felt like eyes were burrowing into him from the darkness inside the buildings.

Shaking that thought away, he hurried back across the deserted street and into the van for the trip to the outskirts of town where the grocery store was. The drive was lonely and uninterrupted. Seeing the highway stretch out of site beyond town made Brian want to just keep on driving far away from the anguish that lay in wait at home. But he couldn’t. The ties that bound his heart were too strong to break. He couldn’t bear to leave his family even though they were dead. His thoughts went to Sparky and he now understood why he lay outside the door even though he was terrified and knew something was wrong. Brian’s conscience wouldn’t allow him to go just yet.

Fresh tears graced his cheeks as he turned into the parking lot and parked in front of the sliding glass doors. His was the only vehicle on the property.

It occurred to him for the first time that he didn’t have a key for this place. Staring him in the face were the choices of committing a crime for the first time or walking away with nothing. Agonizing as it was, he wasn’t prepared to leave empty handed. He returned with a shovel and smashed it through the store window with a crash. Broken glass flew everywhere.

The feeling of guilt was immediate but he managed to suppress it and walk into the store grabbing a cart as he went. He dreaded going around the dimly lit store by himself in the dark but had little choice. The store was soundless as he strode around using the flashlight to illuminate his path. Canned goods were his focus for the trip along with some perishables he could consumed right away. First stop was the checkout area to grab some plastic bags.

His head throbbed with a headache that ran along his temples. Luckily, the store also had a pharmacy area where he could get some aspirin. He passed by the train table the store kept for the kids to play while parents shopped. Matt used to go to that area every time they took him shopping. Brian’s head pulsated worse as he tried to block out the memories of his dead family, but they came pouring through.

He made his way through the aisles, always looking around to make sure that there was still nobody around. After he filled the first cart, he set it out by the van and proceeded to fill another. Brian didn’t know how long he was going to have to survive with this food and was uncertain whether the store would be of any value after today. With the door smashed in, you could guarantee Mother Nature would be moving in.

The store continued to be empty. It was a metaphor for the entire town. Nobody traveling down the highway would ever guess that the day before the road was full of cars and pedestrians lined the sidewalks. Oh, how quickly things changed. A sign for the liquor store caught his attention as Brian loaded the van. That same temptation for a drink returned and this time his will power wasn’t strong enough.

With the van full of food and supplies, Brian walked over to the liquor store and smashed the glass door in with a crack from his foot. The only thing on his mind was relieving the pain and fear that were corrupting his thoughts. He really needed a drink to calm down and try to get his mind off his anguish. His brain rejected that logic as dangerous.

Nonetheless, his legs carried him through the doorway and into the store. Bottles lined the walls and the rows. Every different type of liquor and brand was available. He walked along until he saw some white rum, which gave him flashbacks to his college days where he would drink it straight from the bottle. “That would go down smooth right now,” he uttered to himself, getting used to having nobody else to talk to. He picked up the biggest one he could find and grabbed a bottle of Bailey’s Irish cream for good measure. At home, he would have nothing but beer. That would not be strong enough for the relief his body craved right now. He grabbed the bottles and headed back to the van.

It was only quarter after twelve but it felt much later. The day had been traumatic for Brian. He was in a very reflective mood as his van pulled into the driveway of the house that had felt like home until this morning. It no longer felt that way to him. The house felt more like a prison. He wanted to run away from this little town and all the memories that it held. But he couldn’t when his family was still dead in their bedrooms. They couldn’t be left like that.

As he walked towards the door, keys in hand, the vision of his neighbors house came flooding back to him. What if they weren’t dead? He was positive that the sound he had heard was the bed creaking. What else could it be? Then the way the curtain swayed after he ran away from the house. Somebody was watching him and he had to be careful walking through the front door.

The key turned in the lock and Brian looked inside. Everything was quiet; too quiet. Closing and locking the door behind him Brian crept around the house. He looked down the stairs. Nothing. There was nothing in the kitchen or dining room either. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he walked down the narrow hallway towards the three bedrooms. He checked in the bathroom. It was empty. The floor creaked beneath his feet. Their goes any element of surprise he might have had, Brian thought to himself shaking his head.

Brian slowly pushed the door to Matt’s room open and was relieved to see him lying in the same place he was before he left the house. He sat on the edge of the bed looking at his son. Shame was flush on Brian’s face. It was awful to admit that he was glad Matt was still dead. Perhaps he wasn’t losing his mind quite yet.

After exiting Matt’s bedroom, he entered Josh’s room, only to see he was still in the crib right where he’d left him. A quick inspection revealed nothing else in the room. He stood by the edge of the crib and tried to fight back the tears that welled up inside but couldn’t hold them back. His family had meant everything to him and they were gone.

Only one room left to check upstairs. His hand trembled with fear as he opened the door to his bedroom. He would never have imagined when he woke up this morning he would be terrified to open up the door to his own bedroom. The door squeaked as it opened. Karen was still lying on the bed. Something wasn’t quite right about her though. He couldn’t think of what it was.

Finally, it hit him like a ton of bricks. His knees buckled forcing him to the floor. “Karen,” he shouted. “If you’re alive say something, anything.” The room was silent. All he could hear was his pulse reverberating in his ears.

Regaining his feet and his nerve, he crawled over to the bed where she laid facing against the wall. He shook her forcefully. “Karen, honey. Wake up. It’s Brian.” No answer.

Her face was colorless, her skin icy and clammy as ever. She looked very dead. But how could it be? She wasn’t wearing this shirt when he saw her before. It didn’t match her black and pink pj bottoms that she still had on. The shirt she wore, he bought her on their holidays last weekend. But there it was on her body. Brian’s mind revolted and told him it was time to leave the room. He had never been so terrified in his entire life.

Bri

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Sex On A Freezing Cold Night

Emma stood outside her love’s abode, the air gliding over her soft skin, the cold contained within pricking at it, wrestling with her nerves, trying to get her to retreat from the act she was about to commit. She shrugged off all comers, pulling her fur coat further around her body, blocking herself against the attempts.

The door opened and the house looked somewhat more inviting. In the doorway stood Tom, wearing his usual jeans and his usual shirt, like any other usual night. She always tried to put on a display for him and tonight was no different. The clothes unfortunately providing no protection from the cold.

“Emma! You must be freezing.” he hopped from the step and hugged her, pushing her inside. Like she needed the assistance. He always liked to feel in control, like he owned her.

They walked inside and sat on the couch. Tom gave her a small kiss. “Just give five minutes while this program finishes” he chuckled, watching the television, ignoring Emma completely. She let herself relax. Might as well take advantage of the house, like he did to her love.

Ten minutes later Tom’s face was still glued to the screen, immobile to say the least. Emma wasn’t in the mood, she’s pounced on him and MADE him pay attention to her. She grabbed him by the collar and rubbed his crotch. His eyes lit up as she rubbed against him forcefully, taking him totally by surprise. Once he regained his composure he grappled her, pushing her to the floor. He held her arms behind her head and kisses at her neck gently. She pretending to enjoy this… manipulating her to his will and moaned falsely.

He pulled her up vehemently and grabbed her ass, kissing her all the while. He was enthralled now, the only time she could feel in control. How she would have loved to have ended it here, but she didn’t. She let herself be used.

They led each other up to the bedroom, locked in an embrace, before Tom finally planted her on the bed. She felt a pang of guilt but it quickly left her as he started to take off her bra. He always expected her to come ready for him to do this, no tops for her, the coat already left downstairs.

He began to bite her nipples, she let out her first real bit of pleasure throughout the evening. He, being the stupid he was, eased off as she did this. She stroked his hair, she was going to enjoy being ‘played with’ this night.

Finishing his work on her breasts, he began to walk over to the cupboard. She rose from her seat and wrapped her bra around his neck from behind. He gasped. “I’ll get that, love.” She grinned, as he couldn’t see her. She was going to change things tonight.

She pulled him out of the way, then tripped him up onto the bed. To her surprise he didn’t react badly and just grinned. She walked over to the cupboard shaking her ass to tempt him, like he needed it. She knelt down and opened a compartment near the bottom, removing two small pieces of rope. He wanted them to be given to him, fat chance.

She walked up to him and dangled them in front of his hands. Like the idiot he was, he tried to grab them and she moved them, deftly grabbing his hands. He was so surprised he was unable to stop her securing him to the bed. He didn’t complain and still grinned. Oh how funny this would be.

She climbed atop him, kissing him and removing his shirt. All the time he was becoming visibly more excited. She was going to enjoy this. She slowly slipped off his belt and was tempted to whip him with it, but relented on the grounds he might prevent her from attempted what she wanted. She undid his trousers whilst he watched hungrily like he always did. Her conscience interdicted, ‘He doesn’t deserve this, he can’t help himself.’ She shook off the thought. She was going to give him what he wanted, after all.

She slid down his boxers and rubbed his cock, it was quite impressive, one of the things that had attracted her in the first place. She watched him squirm as she took control from him before she finally placed her pussy over the top of it. She moved up and down steadily. He made a vain attempt to follow her movements tied up but gave in eventually, ceding her control of the affair.

She thrust herself onto his cock, enjoying it immensely as she dictated the pace of the engagement, allowing herself to enjoy it to the full whilst Tom watched. They were both moaning, both enjoying themselves.

She decided to end it, she made strong, athletic movements to thrust his pride deep into herself. She knew he couldn’t resist much longer and amidst it all she sucked on his neck, something she knew would force him to give way. When he came, she kept going despite his protests which quickly became drowned out by the moans emanating from them both. He couldn’t resist her at all.

She kept going until she had to give up the pleasure she was experienced in one swift burst. She began to get dressed, smiling. Tom looked at her puzzled. “What about me?” he inquired? “You? Oh, you’re dumped.” She laughed, taking his belt and wrapping it around his jeans she was wearing, picking up her stuff as well. She made an amused wave to him, beaming a huge smile at him and left him tied to the bed. As she went down the stairs, he heard his objections from the bedroom, but she ignored him. He wasn’t going to order her about ever again.

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A great summer - hot nylon sex with my aunt

Here’s a fictitious story of me fucking my horny aunt:

A great summer

As I was about 16 i had to work during my summer holidays at my uncle’s company miles away from home. For that i had to stay at my aunt´s and uncle´s house during this time.
I just worked there so far away from home only because i could masturbate in my aunt’s pantyhose.
My brunette haired aunt was about 40 but didn´t look like. She was not the prettiest woman on earth but she was somehow hot, her proportions were good and her legs were even better. All in all she was one sexy milf and as she was working as a teacher, my eyes were more than once lucky to glance at her sexy pantyhosed legs!
One day after coming home from work i saw my aunt preparing something in the kitchen. I greeted her and went upstairs to take a shower. After putting on clean clothes I made sure she was still downstairs in the kitchen where she couldn´t hear me. I went into her bedroom and to her drawer. i opened it and looked for her hose. It didn´t take me long to find the pantyhose section. About 30 pairs of pantyhose where there waiting for auntie’s hot legs to make them look incredible. I took out a very nice sheer to the waist tan colored pantyhose. My dick hasn´t slept and so he wanted out of my pants to greet the beautiful nylon material. So did he and I began jerking off until he got to his full size. I then checked again if I was safe and put my hard cock into the soft and so sexy material of this pantyhose. I rubbed the hose on my johnson and put one nylon-leg over it. I jacked off really hard while rubbing the rest of the pantyhose over my body and my face. It didn´t took me long to cum. Wow, it was a wonderful orgasm, shooting all the load my balls could spend into the sheer pantyhose of my sexy aunt. As I stood in a corner of the room I had my back to the door so if somebody would come in he or she would see me but I couldn´t hear or see anyone. The cum soaked hose didn´t bother me anymore so I put it back into the hose drawer but i hid it under all the other clothes. Then i went down to dinner.
The next two days i decided not to jerk off. The third day after shooting my auntie´s hose i came home from work at the afternoon and again went up to take a shower. After that i got horny and went to auntie`s pantyhose drawer.
Now it is time to tell you something about my aunt. As is said she wasn´t ugly. Her husband, my uncle, was a very busy man and he wasn´t at home very often so as you can imagine my aunt doesn´t get what she deserves regularly.
Ok, as I said I went into my aunt´s room looking forward for another horny nylon pleasure and to launch my white gold into her marvellous pantyhose. You have to know that even the word “pantyhose” makes my heart beating faster. I went into the bedroom and opened the drawer. I was shocked. I saw the hose i worked on three days ago lieing on the top of all clothes with my cum stains clearly visible. That was in fact a problem because somebody must have seen me and as i turned around i realized it was the right person who saw me. My aunt were standing in front of me looking in my face. She was wearing a short red dress with nude pantyhose and no shoes so you could see the reinforced toe part of the pantyhose.
A very interesting situation i thought. Standing there not being able to say anything but being red all over my face i looked at her. Suddenly she broke our silent minute and said: “I saw you”.
Oops. I have to say that this situation wasn´t very pleasant for me. I just stood there and said that I was very sorry and that she shouldn´t tell it my mother. She said: “I won´t tell her but I´m sure she would be interested in how good her boy can jerk off. Now, I am interested in how good her boy can fuck.” Okay this sounds a little bit unreal but this is my story.
Now, I stood there and really think that this must be a dream but (fortunatly) it wasn´t. I could not believe what she said, it was, well you can imagine how it would be for a 16 year old boy when a pretty woman tells him she is interested in how he can fuck.
She then went over to me and knelt right in front of me unzipping my jeans. My cock grew rock hard at the time and jumped out of my trousers directly in my aunt`s face. She licked a bit on it at first and took it nearly completely in her mouh. Hmm it felt great. She sucked on it like a champion, like she hasn´t done anything before, deep down her throat. She really loved it. It seems like her last cock has been a very long time ago. While she sucked me she ran her hands down her pantyhosed legs and really enjoyed every second, so did i. As she kept on sucking her dress hiked up revealed her cute ass and shaved pussy, so she didn´t wear any panties. She sucked until i almost came when she stopped and stood up. My goodness, my dick was so rock hard it almost hurt and with this sexy woman in front of me i almost let it out but i held it back.
As she stood up and dropped her dress i first saw the most beautiful tits on earth. WOW, like melons but not too big, god must have had a great day when he had created her. Then i lowered my eyes and saw one big wet spot on the cotton crotch of her hose. Yess ! That´s a good situation. My Aunt, looking incredibly amazing in nothing but nude sheer pantyhose, told me: “Come on! Get down and suck my pussy, suck it!”
No problem i thought and made her lie on the bed. She spread her legs to give me a good look of her pantyhosed pussy. At first I ran my hands all over her soft nyloned legs to touch every single spot I could. Then I licked her feet and sucked on her nylon toes which made both us horny as hell! I loved sucking her feet because that’s what I’ve been dreaming of all my life. The reinforced toe part of her hose made her feet more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. “Aah, you like my nylon feet, don’t you my pantyhose fetish boy?” she said while running her own hands up and down her thighs feeling her pantyhose. With that she moved her other foot up to my ball and massaged them and boy did that feel great! “Yeah aunty, but you seem to like your hose as much as I do”. “Yeah boy, they feel soft and sexy! They make me feel like a hot lady and I love getting fucked and sucked in them! Now don’t forget my wet pussy!” I then approached to a water-cascade of a pussy. I began licking her through the soft material of her hose. I ran my hands up and down her magnificant legs to feel as much as i can get of her nude hose. “Ahhhhhhh!! Yeah go on, that´s great aaahhhh !” her moaning made me even more horny so i sucked the devil out of her until she began cuming. “Ah yeah don´t stop, ah ah ah, i´m cuming, AAAHHHHH yeah, through the hose !!!!!!! OH FUCKIN GOD YEAAAAAAHHHHH !!!!!!!!” Wow, man i was afraid the neighbours could hear us, she seemed to haven´t had an orgasm for years. She came all over my face while I was holding her hosed ass but she wasn´t pleased yet. My cock wanted to see her from inside. Still a bit exhausted she got up: “Okay boy, I need your cock! Come on, rip the nylon!”
I was still a little nervous and just said: “Okay!” She smiled told me to take her from behind. Wow, i loved her. She turned around and got on all four. I ripped her pantyhose to expose her dripping wet pussy after she bent over and showed me her cute nyloned ass. Oh my god i was about to cum when i saw her staying in front of me in this nude pantyhose with this extremely cute reinforced toes. As i said she bent over and gave me a great view of her ass, i took my cock and entered her pussy from behind. “Ahh” A cute little moaning escaped her when my cock slit inside. My goodness, i felt so great fuckin her while she was in the most wonderful thing in the world. I began moving in and out of her til i found my rythym. “Come on boy, auntie wants to be pleased in her pantyhose!” I moved faster and faster as buried my cock in her pussy and it seemed to be heaven on earth for her, it was for me too. Her tits jumped back and forth as i fucked the shit out of her. “You like it when you’re fucking your aunt like that, ha?” I got brave: “Damn yeah you pantyhosed bitch, come and get it!” We both aprroached our orgasm “Faster faster, oh yeah that´s good, fuck me in my sexy pantyhose, it feels so good, oh!” She grabbed my hand and moved it onto her thigh so I touched the nylon material of her hose. “Yeah, touch it and feel the sheerness of my pantyhosed legs! Move your hands all over my body and make me feel like a nylon slut!!” And now it was enough for me, i came colossal. It was the best orgasm i´ve ever had “Oh shit, goddammit, fuck aunty, you bitch, I’m cumming inside you!!” She also came very well “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!! OH GOD, ah yeah give it to me you pantyhose fucker, aaah, !” We both dropped on the bed and after a while of resting my aunt said: “Wow, you were great, your uncle fucks like a looser compared with you, we’ll definitely do this again boy and I’ll wear my pantyhose more often for you!” I was still too exhausted and overwhelmed but smiled. After a while we stood up and went to dinnner.

I hope you like it, feel free to criticise…

hosey

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The Well Used MILF

Debbie turned off Highway 12 onto the gravel road that led to the Turtle Lake Lodge. She did not like driving her 1996 mustang on the gravel road but the Lodge was only 1 mile ahead. There were only four cars in the parking lot and as she stopped Jeff came out of the lodge to meet her.

Jeff had grown up with her son Robert and they were more like brothers than friends. They both enlisted in the army and Jeff left after his first 3 years but Robert had just signed up for his third three year contract. Robert was still in Iraq and would be for the remainder of his tour. Jeff recently returned to Portland. Debbie often saw Jeff when he came into the Safeway where she worked. Debbie had been single for the last ten years and had not got out much so when Jeff invited her up to the Lodge for a Barbeque she accepted.

Jeff led Debbie into the old Lodge and at the bar he mixed her a martini.

“Jeff, this place is beautiful, it is so old, I always heard that it was hard to get in here. There is nobody here.”

“Oh Mrs. Kent, We rented this place for the weekend. It has been a long time since we had a good party so me and some friends from the unit rented it. They are just swimming at the Lake. I hope you brought your suit?” Jeff replied.

Jeff and Debbie had a few drinks at the bar and talked about old times. The drinks made Debbie feel a little tipsy. They got changed to go swimming in the Lake and Jeff was treated to his best friend’s mom’s beautiful 48 year old body in a bathing suit. Debbie was 5′ 9″ tall and she weighed about 145. Her sandy hair was below her shoulders. Her suit was a not new and she had put on a bit of weight in the last year. Her top really showed the extra weight as her 34D breasts bulged out of the old 34 top. Her tummy was almost flat and her ass had gotten a bit bigger since the suit bottom pulled tighter on her front pussy impression. Her extra weight increased her sexuality. Jeff still had his hard body from the military training and at 24 he looked great in a Speedo suit. When he saw Debbie in her suit he got hard and it was very visible in his dark blue Speedo.

They walked to the bar in the corner and had another drink. Jeff walked up to Mrs. Kent and put his arm around her. “Mrs. Kent, I mean “Debbie”, I have something to show you,” he said, as he pulled out a brown envelop and pulled out a magazine and some pictures. “When I was returning from Iraq I stopped over in Germany. I was thumbing through some magazines at the base and came across this “Vintage” edition. See this hot women here on these pages. I think this is you say 20 years ago.”

Debbie face drained of color as she looked at the pictures of her a long time ago. Her husband and she needed some money and she did the naked photo shoot for the German magazine. Times were different then.

Then Jeff handed her some Polaroid’s that showed Debbie having sex with one of Jeff’s and her son’s friends when he was 17. That time Debbie had got home drunk and horny and the Gary, the young kid, was staying with them and he climbed into her bed and started seducing her. Debbie enjoyed the stamina of the young kid but she had no idea how the pictures were taken. One showed her giving him a blowjob, another showed him ramming into her cunt. Her face was clearly visible in the photos.

“Why do you have these? Give them to me,” Debbie ordered.

“Just enjoy yourself here and I will give these to you Sunday. So here is the deal, stay here and play with us this weekend, do what we tell you and I will give you these back on Sunday, you go home, it is over. So do you agree?” Jeff ordered to Debbie.

Debbie needed to get rid of these pictures forever and she knew this was the only way to do it, “Okay, I guess,” she said reluctantly.

Jeff took her hand and they walked toward the door. Debbie’s head was swirling. She opened her mouth when Jeff put his lips onto hers and kissed her with his tongue. He cupped her breasts and she knew she was now in his control. He popped her breasts out and licked the nipples. She was still a little tipsy but yet it felt great to have her nipples licked and sucked on. Jeff stuffed her breasts back into her top and they walked to the Lake.

Three other guys were in the water and Jeff introduced them as three of his military buddies. Then Jeff dropped the bombshell on Debbie, “And this, my friends is our slut for the weekend, she is bought and paid for and she will serve our every command. She knows the consequences. Let’s have some fun with her.”

The four guys walked her into the water to her waist and formed a circle around her. One grabbed off her top and she put her hands over her breasts. The cold water had made her nipples hard. The guy held her top above her head and said that she could wear it if she can get it. She reached for it and he tossed it to another guy. She reached for it from him and he tossed it to another guy. She was playing “pig in the middle” to get her top back. Meanwhile the guys got a real feast of her tits bouncing as she reached and jumped to catch the top as it was tossed back and forth.

“Come over to the beach and I will give you your top back, “Jeff said to Debbie. They walked to the sand and Jeff squeezed her breasts. “Blow me for your top, “he said and he pushed Debbie to her knees.” Debbie did not know what to do, she protested, “Please Jeff, don’t do this. I have always liked you. Just give me the pictures and I will go and this can be forgotten. Don’t do this to me. I beg of you, please no.”

“Too late,” a girl’s voice said from the cabin deck. Debbie looked and saw Amy, a girl that she used to work with at Safeway. Debbie’s froze as she now understood. A month ago Debbie had to fire Amy for stealing cosmetics from work.

“Time for a bit of revenge, you old witch. Look at you on your knees ready to blow my boyfriend. What a sorry old slut. Look at those big sagging tits of yours. God women I am going to enjoy this,” said Amy.

Debbie tried one last time. “Jeff please give me those pictures and I will go home and forget this ever happened.” Then an idea came to her, “And I won’t report this to the Sheriff.”

“Report this to the Sheriff. Get a load of this crap,” Amy said. How about this deal she said as she replayed a tape recording that replayed Debbie agreeing to the deal with Jeff. “Lady, your ass is ours this weekend. Now get on with that blowjob to my boyfriend Jeff like you were going to do,” Amy said as she slapped Debbie’s ass with her hand and took the top from Jeff’s hand.

Jeff put his cock to Debbie’s mouth and she opened up. She started sucking and slurping and the others looked on. Jeff started fucking her mouth and she was gagging. Her big drooping breasts bounced as her head was brought froward and back over his cock. Jeff shot his hot cum deep into Debbie’s throat but she could not take all of it so some dribbled out her mouth.

“Now thank him for giving you his precious cum, you Slut,” Amy ordered.

“Thank you.” Debbie responded.

“Good slut, now get us some drinks,” Amy ordered.

Debbie reached for her top and Amy grabbed it and threw it into a tree. “You won’t need that for the weekend. Now get us some drinks, Slut.”

Debbie’s big tits bounced as she walked back with the drinks. Even though it was sunny and warm her nipples remained hard as she served them the drinks. At her last stop the guy got up and kissed her with his tongue ramming in her mouth. His hands rubbed her breasts and then he pulled off her bottoms so Debbie was now naked. He put one, then two then three fingers in her pussy and her juices were already filling her pussy.

“Bend over bitch, I need to fuck that hot cunt of yours,” he said as he pushed her over at the waist and pulled down his bathing suit. He put his hard cock at her cunt lips and rubbed them up and down. He slowly entered Debbie and she screamed, “God, go slow, that hurts, no, no.”

Amy said, “Scream all you want, we are the only ones her. My dad owns the lodge so we have it for the weekend. After a few more cocks your cunt will be stretched and will easily take any size and shape.”

The guy finally reached the bottom as his balls slapped her pubic area. He pulled almost out and then pushed back in a bit faster. Debbie’s reaction was out of her control and she started to moan as the cock in her was rubbing her stretched vagina. She had not had sex for so long she had little control over the stimulation. She had her first orgasm by his sixth stroke. Amy walked up to her face.

“Look at this, the Slut likes it, she just had an orgasm. Guys you had better fuck this one good, it looks like she likes it. Give it to her hard and rough,” Amy said as she drew a long thin stick up and hit Debbie’s right breast as it hung down. Debbie screamed and a red welt showed.

Debbie was building to another orgasm and she felt hot cum shoot deep inside her. His hot cum shot again and again inside her. “No, God no, don’t cum in me, I am not protected,” Debbie screamed.

“Oh, too late, a horny Slut like you should always be prepared. Oh well, I guess you will remember this weekend for the rest of your life as you raise another kid.”

“No, no, please, I can’t get pregnant. Please stop. I will do anything. Just don’t cum inside me.”

Amy laughed, “See these two pills in this bottle. They are “Morning After” pills. Tell me what you will do to earn one tomorrow morning to take care of this nice gentleman’s gift to your cunt. Make it good, you get one chance to convince us, otherwise the pills get thrown into the lake.”

“Please, I need that pill, you can have sex with me, I will do as you want, I need the pill, please,” Debbie pleaded.

Amy shook her head no and wound up to throw the pills in the lake. “I did not hear anything about being a slut, a fuck toy, our entertainment or fucking your asshole. Too bad.”

“Please no. Yes I will be your slut, your fucktoy, your entertainment, and you can fuck my asshole. Please just give me the pills.”

“Okay, you win, now lick off Mario’s sticky cock and thank him for pumping his sperm deep inside your cunt.”

As Debbie was on her knees cleaning off Mario’s another cock went into her wet and swollen pussy. He just pushed until he was all the way in and then started pumping in and out of her. Debbie had another orgasm just as his balls slapped her clit. She shook and the guy shot his hot cum inside her and pulled out and shot some up her back. He walked around and put his sticky cock into her mouth for cleaning as another cock entered her pussy. The guy came fast and her pulled out and shot his cum all over her face, mouth and hair. She cleaned him up as the fourth cock entered her. Her pussy was getting fast fucked so it just seemed like one long constant fuck. She came again and her knees were weak so the guy held her up by holding her hips. The fourth load of hot cum shot inside her. This guy stayed buried in her as he turned soft.

Amy showed Debbie a 24″ long black double dildo. One end was a big bulb shape and on the other cock like end was a flag tied to it that said, “Slut”. Amy walked to Debbie’s cunt and the guy pulled out and Amy put the plug end in first in Debbie’s cunt. She kept on pushing in and the big dildo went past the deepest spot any cock had been today. Amy stopped putting the dildo in when Debbie felt a grove at her pussy lips. “Now use your muscles to keep that in you until I say so. See that plug pushed all that nice sperm juice deep inside you and now it will make sure none of it comes out. Just think of all that juice mixing up inside your wet cunt. Four big loads of young stud sperm inside you. Now you get to earn the removal of it out of your cunt. The sooner the better for you, I think. Now play along and answer my questions correctly and I will pull out this big dildo.”

Amy went on “First question, did you report me for stealing at Safeway.”

“Yes”

“Are you sorry for firing me now?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now to the real good stuff. Do you want to get that dildo out of you?”

“Yes”

“Did you cum while you were being fucked by the four guys.”

“Yes”

“Did you like getting rapid fucked like that.”

“Yes”

“Anyone that gets fucked by four guys and enjoys it is a whore. Are you a whore?”

Debbie hesitated and then replied, “Yes I am a whore.”

“Whose whore are you?

“Yours.”

“Good, now look into the camera here and say, “I am a fucking whore. I want Amy to treat me like the slut I am this weekend.”

Debbie did and the camera was stopped. Amy pulled out the dildo and Debbie was sent to barbeque the dinner. She was nude and her tits jiggled as she moved. As she was cooking the guys would walk up to her and feel her breasts or put fingers inside her wet cunt. Sticky cum was dripping down her leg as she moved and the four loads of cum inside her slide down her cunt.

As dinner was ready, Amy took Debbie inside the lodge and got Debbie ready. When Debbie came out she was dressed as a slut server. On each of her big nipples Amy had tied an elastic nipple loop clip and she had tied a salt shaker on a string to the nipple clip on the left nipple and a pepper shaker onto the right nipple. They hung down and pulled the nipples down as she walked. She was wearing a tool belt that had a bottle of red wine on one side and white wine on the other side. A paddle hung was tied to an elastic strap left hip. A foot long soft from whip hung was on her right hip. The front of the tool belt was cut so it showed her black hairy cunt but each of her cunt lips had a clip attached to them and were tied to the belt with an elastic so her pink vagina was showing as the lips were held open. In the back pouches were oils and vibrators.

As she served each guy they would paddle her ass or whip her tits. Everyone used the salt and pepper because she had to bent way down so they could shake the spice on their dinner while the short chain pulled on her nipples. During dinner Amy took a long vibrator and shoved it inside Debbie’s open Cunt. While she was standing Debbie was told to keep it inside her by using her muscles. Debbie cleaned up all the dishes and then was told to take off the stuff and return to the table naked.

At the table Debbie was told to climb up on it and lay on her back. Two of the guys spread her legs and Amy used scissors to cut down all her black pubic hair. “Kind of looks like you get your Sandy hair color in a bottle, Amy said as she removed Debbie’s black pubic hair. She rubbed shaving cream all over and Jeff began shaving her pubic area and her legs.

When they were done, Amy said, “Okay whore, walk along the beach area over to the rocks and then rinse yourself off, I tell you when to stop walking. We don’t want your cunt hair in the area we swim in.”

Debbie had shaving cream all over her bald cunt and legs and she walked along the beach area to where the round rocks were. “Farther,” Amy bellowed.

Debbie had a hard time walking on the round rocks and her body swayed and moved as her footing was sore on her feet and hard to walk on. She had to walk a long way out on the rocks and the group got a good view of her body jiggling as she maneuvered over them. “Okay,” Amy said and Debbie washed herself off in the cool water. Her nipples hardened up in the cool water again. As she walked back her breasts jiggled and the group commented on how they looked so good moving around like that.

Back at the picnic area the group was smoking a joint and sitting in their lawn chairs. Debbie served them drinks as they needed them. When she wasn’t serving someone was playing with her body. Her bald pussy got lots of attention. Fingers were put inside her sore pussy or she was sitting on someone’s lap and they played with her tits. As the sun went down they lit a bonfire and gave her a long sleeve shirt to put on, but not button up, and a black cotton wrap skirt. They formed a circle and started a game called, “Whore’s Baseball.”

Debbie was told to sit in the lawn chair and spread her legs so they could see her bald cunt from the fire light. Amy started, “Okay whore, this game is for you to entertain us. We expect you to play along well or else maybe we will just take you back onto the highway nude and see what the local boys do to a naked slut. The rules are pretty simple, we ask you a truth or dare question and you deal with it. I am up first, Whore, how many different cocks have you had in your old cunt.”

“Four,” Debbie replied.

“But slut you have just got fucked by these four guys today?”

“Oh ya, well then it is eight.”

“Strike one, Amy said as she got up and opened Debbie’s shirt and pulled the tails behind her so her tits were clearly on display.

“Jeff asked next, “How many different cocks have you had in your ass.”

“One.”

“Great, maybe that will be different tomorrow,” Jeff snickered.

“How big are your tits,” the next guy asked.

“34D” Debbie replied.

“They are not,” Amy replied, “I saw the bra you were wearing and it was a 34D. Mine are 34D and your’s are bigger.” Take off that top and sit topless for the rest of the game.”

Debbie replied, “I am sorry, I was 34C but I grew a bit this last while when I put on a bit of weight. I really was a 34D.”

“Too late, take it off. Next one is for your skirt. You enjoyed having the gangbang earlier didn’t you? You had a number of orgasms.”

“Yes, I mean no, I did not enjoy it but I did have a few orgasms.”

“Slut, Liar. Get up and give me that skirt. I saw you cum a few times and I know you enjoyed it,” Amy laughed. “Now walk around to each of us and spread your sloppy wet cunt lips and show us your inside. Beg for each guy to fuck that hole.”

“Please Amy, this is very degrading, I am so sorry that I fired you but this has been too much. I can’t take it anymore. Please let me go,” Debbie pleaded.

“Inside,” Amy commanded and pointed to the Lodge. Finger yourself while we decide your punishment. You will show us how wet your sloppy old cunt is when we get inside.

Debbie went inside and about 1/2 hour later the 5 of them came in. They all grabbed a drink and had some tequila shooters. Debbie had two shooters and she was still naked.

“It is getting late and you need to rest for tomorrow. We will play “Impaler”, now,” Amy said as she put on a thick black blindfold. Your job is to impale each of your holes while blindfolded, but you only get to seek that toy after you use that hole. I suggest you ask for a cock in your mouth first because that will be easiest to hold for the longest.

One of the guys walked up and slapped Debbie’s face with his hanging cock. Debbie opened up and sucked and sucked. The guy bunched up her hair and used the hair mass as a grip and pulled her face on and off his cock. He shot all his cum down her throat but she dripped some on the floor on his last squirt. A cock gag was put in her mouth plugging that hole. Next she pointed to her ass and one of the guys ran to her to get to use that padded ass. Amy gave him some KY jelly and he rubbed her hole with it. He entered her slowly and she screamed into the ball gag. When his balls slapped her pussy lips he pulled almost all the way out. Debbie was screaming in pain into the ball gag. The guy kept on getting a tight fuck from a tight hole. He shot his cum into her asshole and Debbie felt the warm cum shoot inside her.

“Now you need to back up so you can sit on the butt plug and put in your asshole. Back up to your right. Debbie backed up to the directions she was given. She was told to sit down and felt a long butt plug enter her asshole and then her sphincter shut on the ridge trapping it inside her. Debbie pointed to her cunt and the tall guy walked up and took her to the sofa. He set her so she knelt on the bench and her arms went over the back. He took his thick cock and put it at her cunt lips. Debbie was so wet that the guy easily entered her. He pulled back and then slammed into her so his balls slapped her clit. She jerked with the sensation. He continued his pace and started to cum quite quickly. He stayed inside her unprotected cunt and shot his cum deep inside her. He pulled out and rammed in deeper to force the semen deeper. He took the vibrator from Amy and rammed the dildo so the latex balls were on her clitoris. He tightened the harness and it was trapped inside her. He turned it on pulse and it felt like it was going in and out her sore pussy.

“Now whore, that dildo will keep that last load deep inside you so those little semen stay inside you. We are going to party a bit more and you are going to bed with your holes plugged. Gary here will tie you to the bed so you can enjoy the vibrator for a while. I might turn it off in a while.

Debbie was tied spread eagle to the bed with her holes full. The dildo was working hard on her pussy and she came 5 times before Amy turned it off. Amy did pull out the dildo from her cunt and cum flowed out through the night.

In the morning she was untied and the three guys took her in to the lake to clean her up. Her pussy was so sore and stretching. Her butt hole was stretched from the butt plug.

When she was clean, Amy met them at the picnic area. Here is one of your “Morning After” pills that I promised to you. All that sperm rammed deep inside you probably found a mate already. You need this pill.” Amy said as she took the pill and put it inside Debbie’s mouth. “Go have breakfast and clean up the kitchen and the lodge in the nude. That way we get to watch your whore tits drooping down and your whore ass waiting to be fucked. That slut cunt of yours looks so swollen and sore. Too bad, we are just warming it up. Now go.”

Debbie had finally passed the line and was now broken. She had fight anymore and accepted that one more day and she would be free with her history and she could return to her old life.

At about 2 Amy came into the lodge after sun tanning. “Time to get you ready,” she proclaimed and Debbie followed her into the Master suite that Amy and Jeff had stayed in. “Lay on your back, whore, and pull your legs back up over your head, spread it wide.”

Debbie did and she was on her back with her legs pulled back and her pussy was spread by her wide spread legs.

“God, you are a real whore, look at that red asshole and that wet swollen cunt. Here get dressed in these clothes so we can party.”

Debbie got up and put on the white lace panties and then the white lace pantyhose. She had a white lace bra that was too small for her so her breasts bulged out the top. Her nipples were also out of the bra and they were hard points. The white silk shirt was too tight so her hard nipples poked into the material. The red Lycra skirt was tight and hugged her hips. It ended at mid thigh but it was too tight so it worked its way up as she walked. She put on the red stiletto heels and Amy led her to the wall mirror.

“Look like a perfect whore to me, let’s do up some bright lipstick for the boys too,” Amy added.

Debbie was led down hall to the games room. On one end of the room was the big old pool table with its green felt table surface. Debbie was walked over to the two guys playing pool. Tyrone was a black 30 years old and tall at 6′ 2″ and had a firm upper body. Frank was also black and he was a bit younger and a bit smaller. He had shaved his head but his square jaw made him look tougher.

“Gentlemen, this is Debbie the whore. She is a real slut but so inexperienced that maybe you can help her out,” Amy said as her and Jeff walked with Debbie to the pool table.

“Slut whore these two nice gentlemen are from HW entertainment and they are movie stars. They have rented you for a while so they can make a nice family movie with you.”

Tyrone walked up and kissed Debbie. He was strong and held her close in his big arms. He was a good kisser and Debbie knew she was going to do what she wanted.

A long haired kid of about 18 walked in with a camera on his shoulders and an older guy with long grey hair carried in a tripod with a camera. They set-up in the pool room while Tyrone held Debbie and his hands roamed her body.

The movie was setup with Debbie as a White Housewife that makes a wrong turn and winds up in a black bar poolroom. They offer to fix her tire on her car if she plays pool with them. After Debbie wins the first two games they place a bet of $50.00. Frank wins and Debbie can’t find her purse since Frank had taken it earlier. Frank is going to collect his bet from Debbie in trade.

As the cameras rolled, Debbie was set on the pool table while the guys ripped off her silk blouse and pulled out her big tits. Her tits were hung out over top of her lace bra and looked even bigger with the support. Her red dress was pushed up her thighs and the camera focussed on her bright white knit pantyhose and her white panties. Frank ripped the crotch out of her panties and hose so her bald pussy was showing. Debbie could not scream since Tyrone was kissing her hard and tweaking her hard nipples. Frank started licking Debbie’s bald cunt and soon she was squirming on the table. She was getting turned on by Frank’s expert tongue. Frank had her on the edge and pulled away. Tyrone moved back and they taunted Debbie who was so close to an orgasm.

Debbie pleaded for Frank to continue. The guys had other plans as they dropped their pants and put Debbie on her knees on a thick blanket beside the pool table. Frank had a horse-like cock that hung down halfway to his knees. He put Debbie’s mouth on his cock and it grew. He slapped his hard cock on her face and she reached up and cupped his huge hanging balls. He was long but not thick. When he was wet he moved back and Tyrone undid his pants and pulled out a thick cock that was about 10 inches long but as big as Debbie’s wrist as it hardened. Debbie could not take it in her mouth so she licked it all over and sucked his balls. Tyrone held her head and put the mushroom cap end into her mouth. At that moment Frank started feeding in his snake into Debbie’s sore pussy. Debbie tried to scream but had Tyrone in her mouth. By the time Frank hit the bottom of her cunt Debbie had stopped screaming and was trying to loosen up to take him in so deep. Frank pulled back and then returned still slowly and Debbie jumped with shock, pain and sensations. She had never been drilled so deep and Frank was doing his job well. Frank worked Debbie’s pussy well and Debbie started a wave of orgasms. When her first one started Tyrone pulled out and the camera caught her screaming for more. She was twisting her hips to try and finish off but Frank held her hips tight. Debbie needed to finish it and she screamed, “Please fuck my cunt, I need your cock, don’t stop, fuck me.”

Frank was ready to cum and Amy signaled to him. Frank pulled out and shot his cum all over Debbie’s swollen and sore pussy. Her pink was covered in white sticky cum from this black cock. Gobs of cum sat on her clitoris. When he was done the camera moved in close and got great pictures of Debbie’s used cunt covered inside and out with Frank’s cum. The camera was still rolling when Frank exclaimed, “Okay you white housewife whore, now I am going to push my nice sperm deep inside you,” and he scooped up the cum and put it inside Debbie with his fingers. Then he pushed it deep into Debbie with his long cock. Debbie pleaded, “No, please, don’t put that in me, I am not on the pill, please don’t put your semen in me.” The camera caught it all and Tyrone held Debbie while Frank spread her legs and pushed it all deep inside her. The camera stopped while Frank stayed in her for a few minutes to plug it deep inside. Debbie had never felt anything that deep in her. Frank pulled out and moved to her mouth to clean him off and get him ready again. There were no fluff girls here so Debbie did it all.

When Tyrone entered Debbie, Debbie screamed as she was being opened up to accept such a thick cock. Tyrone continued and by the time he was into his balls deep, Debbie had passed out so Amy opened the smelling salts and woke her up. Tyrone slowly went in and out as the camera caught his big balls going and slapping her clit hard each time. Debbie was flipped and set on her back on the blanket and Tyrone continued fucking her with her legs up over his shoulders. When Tyrone was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot all over Debbie’s face. It was a great facial shot. Big gobs of white cum hung on her nose, her mouth and her forehead.

With the camera rolling, Tyrone collected his cum from her face in his hand and pushed it into Debbie’s stretched cunt. Tyrone pushed it deep inside her and stayed buried inside her for a few minutes. “There that will keep my nice sperm deep inside you unprotected cunt.”

When he pulled out the guys had a drink while Debbie was made to lay on her back and finger herself. When the guys were rested the camera started and recorded Debbie’s cunt being opened up by Franks fingers to show the wet pussy juices and sticky cum mixed inside her. Debbie then made both guys hard and then the double feature began.

Tyrone laid on his back and he went into her sore cunt and Frank put his extra long cock up her asshole. Debbie screamed as they entered her and even Amy felt the pain she must be feeling. They rocked her and soon Debbie started an orgasm that shook her from head to toe. The guys saw it and the cameras caught it as her eyes closed and she screamed out loud, “Fuck me with your big black cock, fuck my ass and fuck my cunt, just ram me with those big black cocks.” The guys complied and as they were ready to cum Frank pulled out of her ass and pulled off the condom so he could shoot all over her sore asshole. He pumped and pumped his cum up her asshole and the thick white cum slid down her asscrack onto the blanket. The camera caught all the action and focused on the black cock shooting gobs of cum on her red asshole. Tyrone lifted Debbie off his cock and set her on the table so her head was at table height. He stroked his cock and shot his cum all over her big tits and nipples. Debbie just laid there vibrating.

One more time Frank scooped up all the cum from her asshole and her tits and shoved it inside Debbie’s pussy. His long cock was used to push it deep inside her ripe pussy. “Damn this white pussy sure loves our black cum,” Frank smiled to the camera.

The camera moved to Tyrone. “How about a memory,” Tyrone said as he bent down and put his big black hand around Debbie’s big white left tit. He put his mouth on her tit and kissed it hard. He lifted his head and the camera focused on the mark on her tit. He had made and big hickie right on the topside of her bit tit. “Tell hubby that you are one hot wife fucking machine and this black cock sure liked that sweet white pussy of yours.”

Frank did one better. He flipped Debbie over and left a big hickie on each of her ass cheeks and planted a big hickie on her bald shaved pubic area. “Just marking my territory. Tell the white hubby at home that I claim this territory for black cock only.”

The cameras were shut off and Amy ran some more smelling salt under Debbie’s nose to wake her up. Debbie woke up and laid on the table.

“Hey Big Frank, I need you to put that big long cock back in her for a big to plug your semen deep inside her,” Amy asked and Frank put his still hard cock deep inside Debbie. “Play with her tits for a while to let that semen settle in,” and Frank started mauling her very sensitive tits and nipples.

After ten minutes Frank pulled out and Debbie was told to lay there with her cunt spread wide and squeeze out all the cum she could push out with her cunt muscles so the camera could get some cream-pie pictures. Debbie pushed and pushed and gobs of cum rolled out and the camera man got some very good film.

The filming resumed with Frank and Tyrone dressed and they lifted the worn out Debbie from the pool table as if it was earlier. They walked out behind Debbie who was naked and according to the script was going with them to get her car fixed. The movie filming ended with Frank slapping Debbie’s red ass.

With the movie over, Debbie was given a couple shots of tequila and a pill. She took them and then was paraded back outside just wearing her pantyhose with the crotch torn out and her stiletto heels. Hey Gary, take her to the lake and wash her up. Get her to blow you as thanks. Debbie was roughly washed in the lake and Gary’s rough hands poked and prodded her holes and scrubbed her sore body with a floor brush. On the beach Gary got his blowjob and instead of shooting in her mouth he pushed inside her cunt and shot his semen inside her unprotected vagina. He stayed in her until all the cum was inside her and then made her put her head on the sand so her ass was still in the air and his cock was still in her cunt. “My nice sperm should be swimming downhill now,” Gary laughed.

Ten minutes later Gary led Debbie into the lodge. Amy met her at the door. “Okay, party time. Now Debbie, you are the main feature tonight so relax and enjoy all the attention. I see your nipples are hard from the cool water with probably some help from the ecstasy I gave you. Now here is your “tip” jar so you go and collect so we can pay for our booze and rent for this weekend. Your cunt goes for twenty and your mouth for ten and that tight asshole also goes for twenty. Now get out there and earn your keep,” Amy said as she pushed Debbie out into the main hall area, still naked.

Debbie did not get far when a young man walked up and just dropped his shorts, pulled his cock out told Debbie to get on all fours and spread her legs wide. He put twenty dollars into her jar and fucked and fucked her sore pussy. When he finally came he stayed inside her for another few minutes, to lock his cum deep inside her. She was then set on a padded coffee table. A cock appeared at her mouth and she started sucking. Another twenty was flashed in front of her face and another cock entered her sore pussy. The ecstasy must have started working because Debbie was feeling the fucking with more intensity and had two orgasms with that guy in her. The cock in her mouth shot cum in her throat and then slapped her face with the sticky wet cock.

Another cock entered her mouth. She broke out into a series of orgasms as the thick cock in her pussy shot more cum deep into her womb. A longer cock entered her and made sure that the last shot of cum stayed deep inside her. When no more cocks entered her pussy or ass or were at her mouth, Debbie got up and stretched her very sore legs. The jar had a lot of money in it. Two young kids took her hand and led her to the corner sofa. They laid her across their legs and the red-haired one started kissing her and mauling her very sore breasts. He twisted her nipples and slapped her heavy flesh. They turned her over and the guy at her waist played with her sore asshole and swollen pussy lips. The red-head opened his zipper and Debbie took his small cock in her mouth. Her sore cheeks got a break since he came with little effort.

Debbie was then passed around the room. She was set onto guy’s hard cocks as they entered either her ass or cunt. Some guys played with her nipples and some fucked her mouth. She had so many orgasms her vagina was numb from the sensations. Every time she walked more cum dripped down her legs. Her ass could not hold all the cum and it dripped out her asshole which could no longer close tight. About 2 pm she fell asleep and woke up to a cock in her cunt, one in her ass and one going into her mouth. When they had shot they stayed inside her cunt and asshole. She fell asleep again and woke up by being thrown from the dock into the cool lake. “Wash up your slut holes you whore. You are covered in more cum than the sperm bank has.”

Debbie panicked as she remembered all the cum shot inside her and how the guys each stayed in her to keep their sperm inside her womb. The black guy’s cum was deep inside her and she needed the pill. Debbie washed and washed and then ran wet to Amy on the deck. Debbie’s big tits bounced up to her face as she ran this time. She was so sore all over, but that could wait. She needed to take the pill.

“Here little whore, is this what you want,” Amy taunted as she held up a white pill.

Well slut, here is the deal, I will give you this pill, but you start regular pills tomorrow. Do you know why you need to start regular birth control pills tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Debbie knew that was the answer Amy wanted and Debbie needed the “Morning After” pill now.

“Good whore. I have no idea why the guys like your slimy cunt but they like to fuck your old cunt so make it available. Here take this pill and get out of here. My revenge for you firing me has just started.”

“Debbie took the pill and ate it. She ran in the house and could only find her too small bathing suit. As she got dressed she saw her body in the big wall length mirror. Her big breasts were bruised and had hickies all over them. Someone had taken a red felt pen and drawn a star around her big nipples. The red pen had been used to write, “Fuck me” in her pubic area above her pussy. When she put on her too small bathing suit the strings for the bra had been cut so they were shorter. To do up the bra she had to pull tight and the top half of her areoles showed and her breasts looked even bigger. She had extra cleavage as well. Somehow the strings for her bottoms were also cut shorter and she had to tie the strings extra tight to fit it. Her pussy lips had to be outside the fabric to give her extra room. The bikini just fit as it ran inside her pussy lips and tight to her asshole. She grabbed the mans shirt that was hanging over the chair and used that to cover herself up more.

Her purse was at the bar with the brown envelope. She took it and got into her car and drove away from the lodge. At the highway she stopped and opened the envelope. Her Polaroid’s and magazine were there and so were some photos of her getting fucked by Frank’s big black cock. Debbie broke down and cried as she drove home. Her whole body ached and she climbed into a warm bath when she got home. Tomorrow was a workday and she needed her rest.

The next day came and Debbie stopped at the drugstore and got her birth control pills. She took her first on her way to work and during the day she tried not to think about the weekend. At lunch she took her sandwich and walked to the park to eat it by the pond. She had no idea what would happen to her today. Her mind was still blurry as she thought about the weekend and what had happened.

After she had finished her lunch she walked around the pond on the trail. Two teenagers rode their bikes past her and she overheard them remark, “Hey look at the tits on that one.”

She felt a warm feeling go through her body as her mind accepted that she was a sexy and desirable MILF.

THE END

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Enslaved, Another version. Continued

Enslaved—Another Version
By Dizzy Blonde and Others; Edited, revised, and extended by Lithium, using parts from GeorgeB. Most of this is not original, but pieced together for my enjoyment only.

I overlapped a bit from the last post.
Possibly not for everyone’s taste.

Late Night Performance
About an hour later, the lights dimmed and the guests began to applaud. Mr. Yardley stepped into a circle of light in the center of the large room. Chairs and sofas moved from other areas of the house now formed a “theater in the round”, as people quickly seated themselves, competing for the best view. Lowering his gaze from the light into the murmuring darkness around him, he spoke. “Welcome, dear guests. We meet again tonight to savor that which is so important, so necessary to us. Animal lust and the humiliation it can bring to the innocent, feeds us, nurtures us, and binds us together as a family of those who share an awareness of the power this knowledge bestows. We will witness tonight the total surrender of those innocents, their humiliation, and destruction of the ties that bind them together. As they weaken and accept the rejection of those most dear to them, we grow stronger, nourishing ourselves with their pain.” He looked into the audience and nodded.
Two men carried a chair to the edge of the light. It held a struggling young girl of about 18 years, bound and gagged. The pretty young blonde tried desperately to free herself, her eyes wide with terror. Mrs. Yardley helped remove the girls clothing, and someone gave her an injection. Her pussy was surrounded by blond hair, so it was easily visible. Within minutes, her labia had swollen, deepened in color, and opened up like a flower showing its pink interior. She was visibly wet and leaking fluid onto her pussy hair. Mrs. Yardley quietly and slowly began to use her fingers on the girl’s pussy, gently bringing pleasure and excitement to her.
”This young bride will know the total rejection of her new husband as he demonstrates his surrender to another. She will know the absolute humiliation of rejection before those who live for her pain.” They have been married only a month, and their relationship will never be the same after tonight.
He clapped twice. I was brought to the edge of the circle and the poor girl’s husband was brought to the opposite side. He had been given a strong drug to cause him to loose all touch with reality and to create a crazy need for sex. The man had reverted to pure animal lust, requiring restraining as he nervously looked about the room. When he saw my naked body, he fought violently to escape to the waiting relief at the opposite side of the circle. His wife panted heavily. The audience gasped as they saw the steady flow of juices flow from her pulsing cunt, wetting her straining legs. Her husband’s penis was engorged to its limit, twitching and bobbing in front of him as he struggled to get to me. His pubic hair and lower abdomen were soaked from the constant flow of clear liquid that seeped from the opening of his raging cock.
His helpless wife’s gag was removed and she immediately began to call his name through her raining tears. “Oh God, Jim, please help me! Why are they doing this to us? What have they done to you? Please don’t do this, honey. I love you! Please, please, don’t touch this other woman, I love you!” She began to cry openly as he stared at me, trying to break free from the drugs that controlled him.
Mr. Yardley spoke to him. “Give me your wife, and I will give you what you really want,” pointing to me across the room. Tearing his gaze away from his wife, he watched my sweaty body pulse and drip, struggling to get at him, hungry for his cock. “Take her!” he growled, as he lunged for me. “Release them!” Mr. Yardley ordered. The husband and I rushed toward each other at the height of the drugs potency. We met in the center of the light, feverishly running their hands over each other’s shining, naked bodies. Our mouths locked together in a smoldering kiss, tongues stabbing at each other. He suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling me backwards onto the carpet. I opened my legs at once inviting him to enter me with his aching cock; to fuck me. With a swift thrust, he filled me, burying his cock in my cunt with a single stroke. I wrapped my legs around him as he pounded my cunt repeatedly with his swollen cock, making growling noises like a wild animal as he brutally fucked me. I cried out with each of his savage thrusts, but clutching him with my arms and legs, exploring his tight ass and strong back, as I savored his brutality.
He suddenly let out a chilling scream as his cock exploded inside me. His screams continued as he pumped harder and faster, filling my cunt with his sperm. As he came, I took his head in my hands and brought his mouth to mine, sloppily sliding my tongue between his parted lips. As soon as I sensed he was finished, I rolled him onto his back, keeping his erection inside me as I gripped it with my aching cunt. I explored his hard chest and stomach and slowly rotated my hips, grinding my inflamed clitoris against him. From her seat, his wife was forced to watch as his still erect penis slipped from my juicy hole. I immediately reached, found his dripping cock, and moved the slick head to my asshole. Slowly, I lowered myself, taking it inside; moaning, stopping, and then taking more, until the entire length filled my rectum. I then began to roll my swollen clit between my fingers as I squirmed on top of him. He played with my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I began to lose all control. My head fell back, a load moan growing from my throat. The moan rose in pitch until it became an ear piercing scream. The crowd stared in amazement as I jerked and thrashed, whipping my head from side to side as I went to a place I had never been before. I cursed and screamed, “Oh fuck! God, Jesus, oh, fuck me, cum in me! Oh, Jesus, it feels so good! He’s mine now you little cow, you cold little bitch, fuck you! Fuck everything! Oh God, I love this!” I moaned; my eyes closing, my body moving so wildly it became a blur. A second, more powerful orgasm hit me. I gyrated and spasmed incoherently for several more minutes, then collapsed on the terrified husband, losing consciousness.
His helpless wife was screaming; terrified first by what she saw, then by what the women were doing to her. They dragged her from the chair to the middle of the room where they finished stripping her in front of the audience. Her exhausted husband watched as Mr. Yardley freed his giant erection from his pants and began to push the huge head into her tight, blonde slit. She screamed and fought as he buried as much as he could inside her. After about five minutes of deep strokes, her tight cunt quickly milked him to orgasm. His sperm sprayed from her tiny pussy as he blasted his jet of cum into her, soaking her ass and legs as it collected in a pool on the carpet beneath her. Several other men masturbated over her face and began to cum, squirting their hot loads into her surprised mouth, then covering her face and long blonde hair with the rest. Mrs. Yardley removed her panties and straddled the girl on the floor. A yellow stream began to splash over the poor girl’s tits. Mrs Yardley moved forward until the stream hit her in the face and hair, where she held it until finished.
Three naked women held me down. One began to fuck me with her cunt, one rubbing my face and nose with a wet, slimy slit, and the others spreading my legs as wide as they would go. Jen approached. I was almost unrecognizable at this point. My hair was matted to my head with sweat, my mouth hung open, saliva trickled down one corner of my mouth, a continuous flow of unintelligible moans and groans emanated from deep inside me. I was convulsing, shaking, trembling, and gyrating vigorously. I rolled over on my back, arms sprawled out to either side, knees bent, and my feet flat on the floor, my ample bosom rising and falling with each deep breath of air. The unmistakable aroma of sex filled the air. With my eyes shut tight and a smile on my lips, I drifted off into a state of quiet reverie.
Fisting the Night Away
Life went on. The Country Club special members used me, exhibited me, had be at their parties, and made me their whore as needed. My life disappeared, and became a distant memory. When there wasn’t a party or activity, Jen had me come to her house to do the housework. She also enjoyed my sexual ministrations morning and night, roughly getting off using me. I was passed around for weekends at various members’ homes, servicing men and women, black and white, young and old. The drug therapy or whatever it was kept my head spinning, my vision limited, and my pussy dripping. If I would have had any clear thoughts, and I didn’t, I would not have seen how my life could have gotten any worse.
One day I was at Karen’s house, one of the members, along with Jen and a couple of other women. We were having a typical “me suck everybody off” day. I was lapping up heavy female cream from Karen, flowing out onto my mouth. I licked at her swollen pussy for five more minutes before Elsa pushed her aside. “Now for your treat. You did such a good job, I’m going to give you a treat,” and Elsa squatted astride my mouth, her pussy only inches away. Are you ready for your treat?”
“What are you going to do?” I was worried.
“I’m going to pee in your mouth.
“No, no. Don’t do that. That’s nasty.”

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