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I took some free days at home after a boring business trip.On these some days, my loving wife was sent to Chicago for giving some training to new employees and she asked me to go with her.I enjoyed the city during the day and joined Ana in the late afternoons.On the third night, we decided to go to a Jazz club after dinner.Anita got ready for the evening and she slipped on a tight black dress and a pair of high stilettos that accented her great long legs. The black dress had thin straps over her shoulders and a deep plunging neck line that showed off her ample cleavage. If she leaned forward the dress was loose enough that it showed everything, including her large dark nipples.After she finished her final touches of make-up, I just gave her butt a long squeeze and realized that she was not wearing anything at all underneath.She looked up at my surprise face smiled, saying she knew I loved her when she did not wear any panties…I immediately felt a stir in my pants as my cock twitched. Last time Ana had been here at Chicago; she had admitted being gangbanged by a bunch of black men; well hung black ones.We walked out of the hotel to a near restaurant for a late dinner.After a delicious meal, we decided to head towards the Jazz club that was just up the street. It was a small place, long and narrow, with few tables jammed in everywhere. The stage was at the far back wall.We got seats near the front because it was not very busy that night.A group of three black men came on stage and began to play; they were really very good and both Ana and me enjoyed the show they put on.Anita saw a tip jar at the end of the stage; so she stood up to put some money there. As she leaned forward to reach the jar, I saw the black drummer had his eyes glued on her cleavage. The guitar player also stared at my sensual wife. I was sure both guys were having a great sight of her dark nipples. And maybe they also noticed Ana was not wearing panties…Ana giggled when she came back and I asked her if she had enjoyed putting the show on for the band. She squirmed a bit in her chair. We sat and listened to another set and at the end of this, Ana took some more money up to the tip jar. This time she took her time putting the money in giving those black guys a good look down her dress.After finishing the show, we asked for a last drink before going back to our hotel. Anita said she needed to use the bathroom before leaving the club. It was located upstairs.sex gifI watched as she headed up the stairs, swaying her nice round hips.The guitar player from the band came by and asked if I was enjoying the show; I told him that we were having a great time. We got into a chat.A very long chat, since I did not realize how long my sweet wife had been away in the bathroom. A while later Ana finally came back at the table and I introduced her to the guitar player. The man suddenly said he had to go and get ready for their next set so we said goodbye.I turned to Ana and asked if she was okay. She looked into my eyes and said that I would not believe what just happened to her…I opened my eyes and she leaned over to whisper into my ear:“The black drummer just fucked me upstairs…”I just smiled back, saying she should tell me everything about it.Ana said she went up to the bathroom and quickly did her business.She was heading back towards the stairs. The black drummer was standing in another doorway at the top of the stairs and said he would like to show his appreciation for Anita`s generous tips; so he took her hand and led her through the door and into a dimly lit room.He stepped towards her. Ana stepped back bumping into the wall. With her back against the wall he moved even closer to her. The next thing she felt was his hand under her dress rubbing her bare pussy lips. When my wife started to protest he leaned down and kissed her mouth as he continued to massage her pussy.He lifted her tight dress and wedged his knee between her thighs, causing them to open. He then started to finger fuck her soaking wet pussy.Anita admitted that she was really enjoying this manhandling from this guy.He then lifted up her body by grabbing her ass cheeks, while she was still pushed against the wall. The next thing Ana felt was him lowering her onto his large hard cock.The bastard lowered my sexy wife until she was completely impaled by his hard black cock. Ana said it felt really thick and very hard.He began to thrust into her as deep as he could go, stretching her pussy with each stroke. She said it felt so good and so nasty being fucked by a stranger just there upstairs; knowing I was so close…taboo porn storiesWhile he was thrusting his cock into her, he told Anita how much he liked seeing her tits at the stage and he knew she wanted to feel his cock in her. So he decided to give her what she wanted. The fuck session she needed.Ana came as she heard him saying this; her body shuddered with an electrical shot from her cunt to her head. When she stopped crying in pleasure, the black guy grunted and splashed his warm cum inside her.He quickly pulled out of her, zipped his pants up and walked away…My sexy wife then straightened her tight black dress and wobbled her way downstairs to our table.As she finished her story, Ana looked at me and said we had to go…I asked her if she was fine.“Oh yes, I just need you to fuck me…”. She said, with lust in her eyes.We headed towards the door. She stopped there and turned to smile at the black drummer, who back up on stage.Once in our room, Ana pulled her dress off and lay with her sexy toned legs spread open on the bed. I could see her puffy pussy lips with the creamy cum that the black guy had left inside her.I stripped off quickly and mounted on her sexy body, shoving my hard cock into her well used pussy. Anita was sloppy and very loose from his big cock. I pumped away enjoying the feel of every stroke inside Ana’s wet cunt.After a few minutes she began to moan as an intense orgasm made her sweet body shake in pleasure. While she was shuddering, I pumped my load deep into her cum soaked and stretched cunt.When my sweet Ana woke in the morning, she said she would ask her Boss to send her more often to Chicago…

I need to put my mind at ease, somehow, yet my current situation seems to prohibit any kind of mercy.…

This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. If you are offended by fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual sex, torture, or the ingestion of a wide range of bodily fluids, you should not read this story, nor should you read it if you are under 18 years of age. The story was written for White Shadow’s Nasty Stories. The holder of copyright– gives readers his permission to copy the story, but only if this disclaimer is copied as well. Butterflies. Butterflies in her stomach. A pretty thought, but not really what she felt like. No: when Trinh woke up it was 4 am, the middle of the night still, her stomach in knots, and her hands shaking. Not butterflies, more like some small animal — much larger and more powerful than a butterfly, with sharp teeth and claws — was trapped inside her belly and was trying to tear its way out. No way she could get back to sleep now. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then she sat on the side of the tub and listened to the water run. She started to cry, not much, a tear or two, but she was upset. I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, she kept saying to herself. But she felt like it was too late to back out. Plus, all the reasons she’d persuaded herself to do it in the first place were still there, still good reasons. I mean, the money, the money was incredible — $5000, for what, maybe two hours work, more like ninety minutes — that was insane, how could she pass that up? A friend of hers had had a spinal tap — can you imagine? — a spinal tap done at one of those medical study places, Pharmco or whatever it was — and she’d only made $4000. $4000! For a spinal tap! And here was $5000 just waiting, no pain, no work at all — just masturbating for an hour and a half while some sleazy guy taped it– very embarrassing, sure, and what if people — like her parents, oh God! — found out about it later. Ray, the guy who wanted her to make the tape, promised he’d only make one copy of the tape — for himself, the original went to a wealthy private collector. Trinh didn’t really believe this, figured at least a few copies would be distributed somehow — she just hoped not too widely. But really, $5000 dollars was a lot of money. She laughed and told herself that this was it, after today she’d never be able to get through the confirmation hearings, if she ever got nominated to the Supreme Court or something. She was giggling now, thinking of the headlines “First Vietnamese-American Supreme Court Nominee Admits Making Solo Porn Tape.” Well, goodbye to all that, Trinh thought, I’ll have to content myself with a lucrative but ignoble life in the private sector. She was laughing, feeling better. Still giggling as she gingerly lowered her little body into the steaming water. Ray looked at her picture again. She was what, 19, 20 — hard to believe she was that old, even. She looked like a kid, she could have been 13 or 14, a big smile and a sweet face, lovely jet black hair, her chest quite flat, narrow hips, what might have been called a lithe body except she was so short, not even five feet — a classic Vietnamese look, although supposedly she was half Chinese or something. A smart girl too — “a prestigious college in New England,” the card said, well, that could mean a lot of places, although he was pretty sure she lived no more than two or three hours from Boston — probably nervous as hell right now, but trying to congratulate herself on being so brave. Well, he chuckled to himself; little Miss Ivy League Asian Good Girl was in over her head this time, however brave she thought she was being. These specialty jobs were always the sweetest, $25,000 with some expenses covered to shoot six hours of videotape, the girl had to meet certain specs, a number of required acts, but really it was pretty easy. He’d hire a thuggish buddy of his to help out, pay him a couple thousand at most, a second cameraman, another couple thousand or so, the girl got a thousand up front as bait–she would never see any more money than that — so he ought to make close to $20,000 for this. And you couldn’t really call it work, either. Too much fun for that. Four foot eleven, and about ninety pounds. Just a little tiny slip of a girl. It was going to be enormous fun, stretching her out, and making her scream. Sitting on the T, her hands clutched tight to the bag in her lap, Trinh tried to think of $5000 and nothing else. $5000. No point now in worrying about how she got herself into this, it was happening, she was on her way, she couldn’t back out now. She needed the money; she had expenses her parents couldn’t understand. They were so sweet, but so strict; they wanted to manage every facet of her life and until Trinh had some money of her own, she was at their mercy. She was an adult now, and they would never understand that. Fuck, she said to herself — Trinh almost never cursed out loud, she really was prim in most ways, and she looked it, but in her head she swore and cursed and had the most dirty thoughts, she was a freak in her head, that’s probably why she’d agreed to do this — fuck, she said to herself, why am thinking about my parents? That’s not going to get me in the right mood. She closed her eyes, tried to relax. She thought of what she often did when she masturbated, two men, much larger than her, forcing her to the ground, holding her legs apart, pushing dirty fingers inside her… it was all kind of shadowy, the men hazy, just dim male shapes really, the pain kind of abstract. At first Trinh saw herself from the outside, from above, as they grabbed her and held her… but as it went on it became more real, the hands on her body, she could almost feel them, even sitting there on the T, clutching her bag, she could almost feel them holding her open, penetrating her vagina, her CUNT — she made herself think CUNT, you have a CUNT, Trinh, not a pussy or a clinical vagina, a CUNT, I have a hungry CUNT between my legs — and then the men in her head were calling her cunt, slut, whore, and then a penis, a large one, a BIG COCK was forcing its way inside, violently stretching her cunt, she was bleeding, screaming… She was shivering, shaking with desire, very wet already, sitting there on the T, feeling the dampness in her panties. That one always worked, the violent ones always got to her, other fantasies were just pictures, dry papery pictures in her head, but the violent ones somehow always came alive, felt real… made her come. Trinh was shy; she had trouble coming, trouble letting go, even with herself. She was late to begin masturbating, had been a virgin when she got to college. Barely not a virgin now, really, truthfully. God, she was going to have to think about all kinds of horrible stuff today if she was going to make herself come in front of that sleazy guy with his video camera. She took out the “script” — that sounded so silly, there weren’t any words, but what else to call it? — and went over the scenes again. Four scenes, between 20 minutes and half an hour each. The first was Trinh lying back on the bed slowly fingering herself; the next was Trinh playing with a little vibrator — not the kind you insert, just one that buzzed away on her clit — while sitting on the toilet. That was the one she dreaded. Ray had offered her an extra $500 to pee on camera, but she wouldn’t do it, not even for $1000. God, it was going to be hard masturbate sitting with her legs open on the toilet, using a vibrator was going to be strange enough. Then in the third scene she was back on the bed, with a big–well, big for Trinh, anyway–dildo, pushing it in deep. Finally she was to lie face down on the bed and hump a pillow, rubbing it between her legs until she came. Trinh had never masturbated that way, and it was awkward, when she had tried it a few nights ago, it took some getting used to, but she thought she could probably handle it. Oh God she was really dreading this. And Ray wanted her to try to talk as dirty as she could through the whole thing too. She had told him that she was too shy, that she had trouble saying bad words and stuff, but he said for her to try, if she was shy and embarrassed by talking dirty that would come across to the camera and that would be even hotter. It had made her embarrassed just to hear Ray say that! But she’d said she would try, try to talk as filthy as she could. She didn’t want to do this thing half-assed, she’d told him, and then giggled. That’s my girl, Ray had said in his soft southern accent, smiling at her.porn taboo storiesShe got off the T and walked the few blocks to the address Ray had given her, the thick moisture a little uncomfortable between her legs. It was a nice old house, a fancy one, in Newton. This was a little surprising. She checked the address again, made sure: apparently she had the right place. There was no bell; she timidly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she knocked again, much harder. Ray opened the door, looking friendly but serious. He asked her politely if she was still ready to do this, everything they’d talked about before, and Trinh whispered a shy “yes.” Ray broke into a big smile, he was like a little boy, Trinh thought, a little boy getting to see a girl take her clothes off for the first time. Ray led her into the house, to a large bedroom and Trinh was caught off guard: there were two guys already in the room, one was fiddling with a camera and the other was just lounging like a slob in a chair. Trinh hadn’t counted on having to masturbate in front of anyone other than Ray. “Ray,” she said softly, “who are they?” The cameraman was not old — maybe thirty — but he looked like he’d let a rough life. He was paunchy, kind of oily looking, with longish greasy hair and bad skin. He was just the sort you’d expect to be filming a video like this. The other guy was similar but worse, taller, fatter, dirtier, meaner-looking. “Just relax, Trinh, everything’s fine, OK, just like we agreed. C.J. here is a cameraman, he’s done a lot of these tapes, he’s better than I am. I’m going to run the second camera when we use that, OK. And Dan back here, well, he just wants to watch, it’s true, but because if he likes what you do for us today, he might be able to get you lots more work like this… could be a pretty good deal for you, Trinh, and since you were so emphatic about me making no copies of the tape we make today, I figured he’d have to come along, you know, to get some idea what you’re like… it’s really not a big deal, Trinh…” Ray put his hand low on Trinh’s back and kind of guided her to the bed. Ooooh, his hand felt creepy, Trinh shivered and wondered how she was ever going to make it through the next few hours. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “OK, Ray. An extra cameraman I understand, but some guy just checking me out while I do this? Come on, Ray. That’s worth another thousand dollars, I think.” Oh God she was so proud of herself for insisting on more money, it was so assertive and in control, not at all like the meek prim little Trinh that she was sick of always being. “You’re right, Trinh, you’re absolutely right, he shouldn’t get it for free, another let’s say, $500, that should be enough, shouldn’t it, what do you say, Trinh?” Ray was eager to start, she could tell, and the slobby guy, what was his name, Dan, he just kind of shrugged nonchalantly, so Trinh said, in the coolest voice she could manage, “I said $1000, Ray. $1000, or I walk or he walks.” Oh God she hoped that sounded as tough and cool as she wanted it to sound. Again the guy shrugged and Ray said, “That’s fine Trinh, OK, $1000 extra for Dan to watch, great. You’re pretty shrewd, Trinh, not as much of a kid as you look, you can tell I really want to make this movie with you. It’s going to be great. Are you nervous?” “No,” Trinh said, and then she started to laugh. “I’m lying, Ray. I’m super nervous.” “Excited though, right, still excited?” he said, “Because you look so wonderful and you’re just so sexy that I’m sure it’ll be great, a lot of fun.” A faint little mechanical sound, and a red light lit up: tape was rolling, she was being videotaped now, and the point of no return was past. “Yeah,” Trinh said bashfully. “I’m excited.” “Are you wet already, Trinh?” She looked down, away from Ray, but then made herself look up, right at the camera. “Yeah,” she said as firmly as she could, “Yes, I’m very wet right now. My… my cunt is very wet.” Her face felt hot, she was extremely embarrassed, but she had done it, talked dirty on camera. It could only get easier now. “What are you going to do for us today, Trinh? Are you going to show us that wet little pussy of yours?” “Yes,” she said. “I’m going to… to masturbate, you know, make myself come… with you… watching.” Stop being so shy, she told herself forcefully. “I’m going to stick my fingers in my wet little hole for you.” Ooooh her face was hot and flushed now, but that was better, be dirty, talk dirty, Trinh, she told herself. “Will you take off your clothes for us now Trinh?” Trinh stood and peeled off her tee shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark little nipples stuck out like hard little knots from her flat chest. She unbuttoned her silk pants, pulled them half way down. Ray was nodding appreciatively. She could not look at the other men, or at the camera; she stayed focused on Ray. She sat back on the edge of the bed and unfastened her shoes, pulled them off, then her socks, then her pants. All she had on now was a little pair of black cotton panties. The black was a good choice, she was pretty confident the huge wet spot was not visible. “The panties too?” she asked. Ray nodded and she wiggled out of them. “Spread your legs, please, Trinh,” Ray said hoarsely. She was embarrassed but she made herself do it, opening her thin little legs as wide as she could. She hadn’t shaved down there; her pubic hair wasn’t much anyway. She guessed that Ray had probably wanted her to shave: she knew one reason they’d probably picked her to do this tape was that she was so small and young-looking, like a little girl. That kind of sickened Trinh a bit and made her angry too — everyone always thought she was so much younger than she was — so she didn’t shave, didn’t want to play their game. Ray hadn’t asked, anyway, so he couldn’t really have expected her to shave anyway: she wasn’t a porn star, shaving her pussy wasn’t something she did. “Your cunt fur is very nice Trinh,” Ray said like he was reading her mind, “so dark and sparse, I love it, it’s lovely.” Wow, that made her feel strange, hearing him say that, but she managed to keep her legs wide open. “Get in close,” Ray said to the cameraman, “make sure you can see how wet she is.” Trinh felt dizzy, hearing that. She lightly touched her lips and felt that yes, she was so wet, it was probably easily visible to the camera. She was soupy and goopy and sloppy-wet down there, all right. She felt feverish; her face was blushing so hot. She always got so wet; so wet it made her self-conscious. She had sometimes watched in a mirror while she fingered herself, and she was always amazed, watching the tremendous gush of syrupy fluid flow out as she rubbed herself. “Trinh how often do you masturbate?” “A couple of times a week, I guess, on average,” Trinh said. “How do you masturbate? Tell us.” Ray had started to leer a little bit when he said this. He was looking into her eyes then down at her cunt. Trinh’s pussy was opening up a little, by itself; her hands were still at her sides. “I…” she stuttered a little, “I… well, I use my fingers, mostly. I have a dildo but I don’t use it much.” “Do you ever use a vibrator, Trinh?” “No.” “Do you play with your asshole as well as your pussy, Trinh, when you masturbate?” “Sometimes.” That was a big secret. She’d always pretended to be turned off by the idea of anal sex and anal insertion of any kind the few times it had come up, either when her boyfriend mentioned it or when talking about sex with other girls. But she did sometimes push a finger — or more commonly, the handle of a hairbrush — up inside her tiny little asshole when she rubbed her pussy. “What do you use, I mean, how do you play with your dirty little asshole, Trinh, when you play with it?” “I… I sometimes push a hairbrush handle, you know, inside me back there… it feels really dirty and snug and filled up…” “What sort of fantasies do you have Trinh? When you masturbate? What helps you have the biggest orgasms?” “It’s too private to talk about,” Trinh whispered. “Well Trinh when you start masturbating for us in a few minutes what will be running through that pretty sweet head of yours? Don’t be shy: please tell us.” “I have… a lot of very… you know, very violent fantasies… rape fantasies I guess… I think about that sometimes,” she was barely audible. “Say that again, Trinh, what sort of fantasies?” Ray asked. More loudly she said, “Rape fantasies. Violent and disgusting ones.” “Really Trinh? Why don’t you tell us about one of these rape fantasies of yours while you masturbate for us?” Trinh positioned herself more comfortably on the bed and began rubbing a finger gently in circles around her clit, then sneaking down and playing with her lips, pressing a finger a little way inside her vagina. Starting slowly — but she was already so wet, so hot, so ready. It wouldn’t take much to make her come the first time. “I just you know think about men grabbing me, holding me down, forcing their big cocks into me, into my mouth and cunt and asshole, cocks too big for my body, you know,” this was hard to say, but it was making her pussy throb and itch to say it, “cocks that you know kinda split me open, make me… bleed I guess, huge cocks raping my little body…” “Is that what you’re thinking about now Trinh? Big cocks tearing up your tender little holes…”father son fuck step mom“Yeah,” she said, “a big man forcing his big dirty cock deep inside me, hurting me, making me scream and cry, making me bleed…” She was working her finger hard on her clit now and pressing a finger rapidly in and out of her cunt too, pushing herself, it was making her so hot to talk this way. “More than I can take, just raping me, raping me, forcing me to take his cock…” Her breathing was getting ragged, her pussy was tingling and pulsing and she was getting close, getting close… “Go ahead Trinh, make yourself come, thinking about being raped, hurt by huge cocks, monstrous hard cocks forced inside you, tearing you open…” It didn’t take much more, a couple of quick hard little circles right on her clit and she was coming, squealing and flopping and writhing on the bed, fingers buried deep inside her wetness, her clit just pulsating like it would explode… she lay back and closed her eyes and moaned and moaned, lost in her pleasure, so nice, so intense, rippling through her body in powerful waves, her toes were tingling, mmmmmmm… And then she felt hands grabbing her still quivering body, Ray and the other guy were pinning her down, what was happening? Oh God no, no please, Trinh thought and began to scream. The two men held her. She was kicking fiercely but they were holding her arms immobile and were well out of range of her legs. She was screaming and kicking, wildly snapping at them with her mouth ineffectively between screams. The cameraman was filming the whole thing. One of the men, not Ray, the larger one, Dan was it? straddled Trinh and sat on her, crushing the breath out of her and pinning her to the mattress. She raised her knees as hard as she could, trying to knee him in the small of the back, near his kidneys, but she couldn’t manage much force, not with the man’s body pressing down on her so hard. The man held Trinh’s thin arms together above her head while the Ray began to wrap gray electrical tape tightly around Trinh’s wrists. When Dan leaned forward to pin Trinh’s bound wrists against the headboard, to tape them in place there, Trinh mustered her strength and managed to bite him on the neck, not very hard. He cursed, let go of Trinh’s taped hands for a second, held her head still with one hand, and drove his other fist into her nose. A short quick punch, without that much force behind it, but the pain was surprisingly intense. She was stunned. He drew back his fist again, then paused, opened his hand and slapped her hard. That took some of the fight out of her. She wasn’t struggling much now but she was still screaming, screaming as loud as she could. She was still half-heartedly trying to kick as Ray and Dan spread her legs wide apart, each man securing an ankle to a bedpost. She was really helpless now, spread open and bound, open to whatever these men wanted to do to her. She was crying now, still screaming too, hot tears running down her face as she screamed like a baby. “Let’s shut her up for a bit,” Ray said. He wadded up Trinh’s panties and shoved the wet black cotton mass into her mouth as she screamed, muting her. “Oooh that’s pretty,” the cameraman said, almost involuntarily, as he focused on Trinh’s tear-stained face, so fragile and lovely and helpless, stressed with pain and fear, the black panties crammed roughly into her mouth, which still made muffled little attempts to scream. “Work her tits a little, Dan,” Ray said. The man grinned and obliged, taking Trinh’s hard left nipple between thumb and forefinger and abruptly pinching very hard, and twisting. Trinh’s nipples were tiny and sensitive. She liked them to be pinched, hard; she could never get her boyfriend to do it hard enough. Sometimes when she masturbated, she put clothespins on her nipples and lately she’d taken to putting those little black binder-clips on them — God, they squeezed hard; it was all she could take. But this was much worse. He was pinching and twisting both nipples now, pulling her little tits away from her body, stretching them. Then he was biting her left nipple, God, so hard! He was drawing blood! Chewing hard on her nipple, tearing it like a piece of meat! Trinh closed her eyes, tried to close off her mind somehow, trying even to concentrate on the pain itself so she would not be tormented by fears of what would happen next. Things were just starting, she knew, everything would get so much worse before these men were done with her… so she just tried to focus on the pain itself, the spiky pain in her nipples. She felt something pushing inside her cunt, while the guy continued ripping her nipples with his teeth. It was small, a finger, probably. She tried to tighten up but it was already inside prodding her. It didn’t really hurt though, not like her nipple, which she could feel being scraped raw and lacerated and torn open by Dan’s teeth. All at once Dan stopped biting her; she opened her eyes to see the big dumb brute leering cheerfully at her, his stupid face smeared with her blood. It was sickening. He spat at her and a bit of flesh hit her face along with his bloody saliva. God, he had really bitten the tip of her nipple off! This was so terrible, so awful — she was trying to scream and she tried to look down at her ravaged little breasts, both nipples were badly torn, ragged looking, the left one still bleeding… Ray took his finger out of Trinh’s cunt and Dan lowered his mouth and quickly and expertly found her clit. He gripped it hard between his teeth and began to bite. This was worse, lots worse, that the nipples. She could feel him breaking the delicate skin, it was too much, the pain was too much, oh God, oh God, no, no, no, she was screaming, Ray took the panty gag out and her voice was shrill and piercing, she was screaming “oh please no please God no” over and over again in her high squeaky voice. Dan stopped biting her clit. The pain in her clit slacked off a little, but now she felt her torn nipples again too, her whole body was on fire now, it felt like. She continued to cry and scream. Dan stood next to Trinh’s face and he unbuttoned his pants. He lowered them, then his underwear, and a massive cock, long but mainly thick, the thickest Trinh had ever seen, even in pictures or movies, it was like a beer can almost, was inches from Trinh’s face. She was still fighting, trying to snap at his cock but she couldn’t reach it. Ray said, “It’s just like your fantasies Trinh, isn’t it? Dan’s cock will split your tiny little cunt wide open… oh won’t that make you come so hard Trinh, that big dirty cock just tearing your little open cunt apart?” Trinh was screaming, pleading, “Don’t please don’t, just let me go, please just let me go, I won’t press charges, just let me go…” Ray was laughing. He aimed his camera at Trinh’s face while C.J. got into position to tape the actual insertion, the actual pussy-ripping rape Trinh would soon be forced to endure. Dan stood between Trinh’s legs and without much preparation began to push the swollen head of his cock hard into her pussy. She was fighting still, trying to tighten up and close off her cunt, but it was no use, and her fighting made the pain worse… it was good that she was so wet, at least… she relaxed some and part of his cock slid in more easily. He was so big though, huge, and she could feel his cock stretching her skin, she was crying, but trying not to scream, trying to relax as much as she could, so it wouldn’t hurt so much… “Is she bleeding yet?” Ray asked C.J. “Oh yeah she’s nice and bloody down there, he’s really tearing her up,” C.J. said gleefully, his camera glued to the point of attack. Dan was grunting, straining, and pushing in as hard as he could. “Yes little bitch, take it, take it, little bitch,” he kept saying, almost to himself, as he pummeled Trinh’s helpless tiny pussy. She could feel him stretching her past the breaking point; feel her tender skin beginning to tear, beginning to bleed profusely. It felt like someone was fucking her hard with a baseball bat covered with sandpaper. She could feel the skin chafing–no, ripping open–with every hard thrust. She was screamed out now, just too tired to manage it, but she was sobbing and squealing a little each time her assailant pushed in deep. “I’m close,” Dan said loudly. “Where do you want it?” “Pull out and squirt on her belly. I don’t want it too sloppy in there when I fuck her,” Ray said. Dan pulled his enormous cock out of Trinh so fast she had to gasp, but she felt better — a little better — as soon as he was out of her. Dan leaned forward over her and stroked himself once, and suddenly his cock violently spat out a wave of thick sperm. It squirted out hard, and hit Trinh in the chin, on her neck, and then the little spurts covered her belly and her lower abdomen. A little pool of Dan’s repulsive semen collected in her bellybutton. “Oh God oh sweet fuck,” Dan said, “that’s so good, so good, she’s as tight as a little kid, God, I swear that’s the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been inside, it’s like fucking a ten year old, my God.” He was huffing and puffing and rubbing his softening cock, a little semen still oozing from its peehole. Trinh was in so much pain she was dizzy. It came from everywhere, her nipples, her ear, her cunt, lines of raw unquenchable pain radiating through her body. She was disoriented, very weak; letting out little gasps and sobs from time to time. Ray was taking off his pants. “Take a look, Trinh,” he said, standing beside her and turning her head so she could see his cock up close. It was smaller, a lot smaller than Dan’s, but still, bigger than average. “After having Dan inside you, you probably won’t even feel me,” Ray said, chuckling. Trinh hoped he was right. “Are you ready little bitch?” Ray asked. When Trinh made no response, he spit on her face. “I said ‘are you ready, little bitch?'” This time Trinh managed a little nod. “Good girl,” Ray said.amateur sex photoHe got down between Trinh’s legs and drove himself balls-deep into her cunt with one big thrust. It hurt some, but added to what she was already feeling, it wasn’t really much worse, not at first. “Oh yeah that’s nice,” Ray said, and he began to pump rapidly in and out. There was wetness, from Trinh’s pussy juices and her blood, and she was still pretty stretched out from Dan; Ray was sliding in and out easily, but the raw wounds from the earlier rape came alive with pain on every thrust. Before long it was almost as bad as it had been when Dan was raping her. She tried to close her mind down, to feel nothing, to keep herself separate from the pain, but every time he pushed hard into her, he was rubbing her poor tortured little cunt more and more raw, grinding her flesh almost, she couldn’t keep it from hurting, couldn’t minimize the pain, even in her exhaustion the pain was so intense, so unavoidable. I must be about to die, she kept thinking, I can’t take much more, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Too weak to scream steadily, but she was whispering, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” as Ray pushed in and pulled out. “Oh God I’m there,” Ray squealed and he pulled his cock out and raised his body up over Trinh and squirted a hot messy pulse of gooey sperm all over her wincing little face. Ray rolled off, panting. “Jesus she’s a hot little whore, that was so good, so tight, even after you split her open,” he said to Dan. “Just like you said, practically like a little kid. What a hot bloody little hole, God damn.” The cameraman was holding the camera with one hand and with the other he unzipped and took his little cock out and rubbed it, aiming for Trinh’s face too, coming hard, shooting his own sour thin semen on top of Ray’s. The three men stood around her, their drooping cocks still dripping. Dan was starting to get stiff again, slowly. Trinh’s eyes were closed; she was holding her breath, trying to make herself lose consciousness. “Oh God Trinh you must be one tired little Ivy League bitch after all that,” Ray said to her in a mock-sweet voice. “You must be very thirsty.” Trinh opened her eyes and Ray immediately spit on her sperm-coated face. “Are you thirsty, little bitch?” Ray asked her. “Yes,” she said softly. “Please let me go now, please.” Ray said, “No baby doll, we aren’t nearly done with you, Trinh. Not at all. But if you’re thirsty, we can fix that. Are you ready, Dan?” Dan nodded. The big man then straddled her chest and pressed his smelly large penis against Trinh’s face. She was still crying quietly. His penis was smeared with her blood and her vaginal fluid –part of the awful smell was her own pussy, her own blood. The penis was sort of semi-hard now and the man kind of slapped it lightly against Trinh’s face, popping the stiffening flesh against her cheek. “Open your mouth, you little slut,” the man said. Trinh parted her lips, trying to prepare herself to have the smelly dirty cock forced deep into her mouth, down her throat. She knew she would gag, probably she would gag over and over again, she might vomit… she didn’t want to do that, didn’t want to risk choking to death… But then the man started urinating! He was pissing in her mouth! The taste was salty and sour and acrid… she tried to let it drool out of her mouth, but the man screamed, “Swallow my piss you fucking bitch! You fucking toilet!” He stopped pissing for a second and smacked her open-handed across the face and Trinh started gulping the foul liquid down. The camera was only about a foot from her face, it was getting a little urine splattered on it, the cameraman was getting a good close up shot of Trinh’s revulsion, of sour salty piss flooding her prissy little mouth, filling her up as she gulped it down. And then the man was aiming his cock at Trinh’s face, at her hair, soaking her pretty little head with his urine. He just kept pissing, more and more of it, dripping all over Trinh, running down her throat. Please stop, please make it stop, Trinh kept saying — praying — to herself, and she was still swallowing, still tasting the man’s pee, the stream was still powerful, she could feel it hitting the back of her throat as the man called her a urinal, a pissy whore, a little toilet bitch. At last he finished. A last few drops of acrid urine fell on to Trinh’s tongue, Dan slapped her face softly and then he got off of her body. “That was just a little appetizer for you, my sweet slut,” Ray said and left the room. Trinh tried not to wonder what he meant by the piss being just an appetizer, tried not to think about what was going to come next. From the kitchen Ray brought o

In a house with eight kids it’s hard to find time alone. Heck, it’s impossible. It’s hard enough just to avoid being in a real crowd. So it was kind of a treat to have only my sister Elizabeth in the room with me when we were watching this old movie on TV. Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Tommy Bradford. I’m 18, and, like I said, I’m one of eight kids. And Elizabeth’s one of my sisters — I’d say one of my older sisters, but they’re all older than me. I’m the baby of the family except for Nicholas, and he doesn’t count because he’s just 17. Anyway, Elizabeth’s just a year older than me, and for a lot of years we were the tail end of the family, so we’re used to spending time together. I mean, we argue and stuff like regular brothers and sisters, but we’re also used to confiding in each other and asking for advice. I never paid too much attention to what she looked like — heck, she was my sister, right? But some of the older guys in school asked me about her a few times, so I tried to figure out what they saw in her. She doesn’t look too bad, for a sister, I mean. She dresses OK, and she’s not real thin or real fat — although she’s always saying she could stand to lose a few pounds. And a couple of the guys who asked about her said they really like her hair — it’s long, almost to her waist. And she smiles a lot. So, anyway, like I was saying, it was Elizabeth and me alone in the house, watching TV. Most of the other kids were out doing one thing or another, and Mom and Dad and Nicholas were over at one of our relatives. Elizabeth and me would have had to go to, but we’d been out that morning — me working on a school project with some of my buddies, Elizabeth doing something with her friends. So we lucked out and Nicholas got stuck going alone. So we’re watching TV, right? And we couldn’t agree on what to watch, so we flipped a coin to see who could pick first. I lost, and Elizabeth picked this old movIe. I said that wasn’t fair because the thing was gonna be on for like two hours, and by then somebody else might have come home, or even Mom and Dad, and I wouldn’t get my chance. But she just giggled and said she’d won fair and square. Which was true, so I gave up. I could’ve just gone to my room or something, but the movie didn’t look too bad when it started — some guy walked into a dark alley and got blown away in the first five minutes — so I watched with her. It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole movie, or even beaten up. And the cop investigating the murder fell in love with this woman he talked to, the victim’s sister. So I was starting to lose interest. But then the cop and the woman are about to say good night, and he kissed her. I mean, he kissed her good. I leaned forward and I might have even scooted forward on the couch a little. It used to be, just a couple of years ago, I would have thought that stuff was junk. But I’ll admit I’m interested in some of the girls at school. Only I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d never kissed a girl — not a real one, anyway, just Mom and aunts and stuff. So I’m watching real careful to see just what the cop does — like, does he open his mouth? And do you aim right for the center of her mouth, or off to the side, or what? I must have been really into it, because when I felt a touch on my shoulder I jumped up and almost fell onto the coffee table. And Elizabeth started laughing so hard I thought she’d pee in her pants. Anyway, once I calmed down and she stopped laughing, she started teasing me about paying so much attention to the kissing. And I guess I blushed. “Tommy! Don’t tell me you’ve never kissed a girl.” I just hung my head down. I was ashamed to look at her. I guess she must have seen how I felt, because the teasing left her voice. “No, really?” she goes. “Oh, Tommy, I’m sorry I made fun of you. I just thought — really?” I told her I’d thought about it some times, but I just didn’t know how to do it — you know what I mean. She giggled, and I must have blushed again. I was feeling pretty dumb. Then she apologized again, and she put her arm around me. “Look,” she said, “if you really want to know how to kiss, how about if — well, if you practiced on me? I promise I won’t tell anyone.” I wasn’t sure, but then I thought about how it would probably be easier to get over having done something dumb with Elizabeth than with some girl from school. Heck, I’d done lots of dumb stuff that she knew about. What more could this hurt? So I asked her what I was supposed to do. She smiled. She’s got cute dimples when she does that. “Well, uh, I guess you should put your arms around me,” she said, so I did. Elizabeth felt softer than most of my aunts. “Now just kiss me,” she said. “You know how. C’mon, you’ve kissed Mom.” So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second so I landed on her mouth. I pecked at it and sat back. She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she was laughing inside. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me,” I said. I was a little angry. “It’s just,” she started to say, and then she stopped for a second. “You’re right, I said I wouldn’t. Look, maybe I should give you a few tips first. I’m no expert or anything, but try this. Don’t close your lips so tight. Leave a little opening. Go in slow. And, for heaven’s sake, don’t jump away like you got an electric shock. Take your time!” We tried again, and I did like she said. It was better, I could tell. Her lips pressed right against mine and we hugged each other and it felt pretty good. Elizabeth said it was better, too. She had me practice a little more until she was sure I had it right, then she said I was ready for any girl in the school. That’s when I started to ask a question, but I stopped. It was something I’d heard the other guys talking about, but it sounded kind of silly to me. But Elizabeth made me go ahead anyway. So I asked her, wasn’t there something you were supposed to do with your tongue? I figured she’d start laughing at how dumb I was, but she didn’t. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Who told you about that?” she wanted to know. Just some guys, I said. Well, she said, it was true. So we hugged again, and she told me to kiss her like before and let her show me. This time when we pressed our lips together, she slipped her tongue between my lips and right into my mouth! For a second I thought it was gross, but I had to admit it did feel good. And then she said we should try again, and this time I should push my tongue against hers, too. So we did that. I didn’t realize it, but while we were kissing I had gotten a hard-on. If I’d known it I would’ve stopped right away, because I’d always been really embarrassed about that kind of stuff; I really hated it when Dad sat me down for the birds- and-bees talk. But I was concentrating on kissing, so I didn’t know. And Elizabeth and I kissed a few more times, slipping our tongues into each other’s mouths. I guess we were holding each other pretty tight, too. I remember I could feel the strap of her bra through the back of her blouse. And on the third or fourth kiss, instead of just backing away we kind of slid our faces sideways, and I was kissing her neck while she was kissing mine. It felt really good. When we sat back after that, Elizabeth’s face was a little red, and she seemed to be breathing funny. I felt a little odd myself, kind of hot inside. And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fell open. I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and there was a big, dark stain right in the middle of my crotch, right where there was a big bulge from my cock. Boy, was I embarrassed. Elizabeth said she thought we’d better stop there, that I’d had enough practice, and I agreed. That night, I had a dream about her. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but when I woke up I’d cum in my shorts. The next day was Sunday, and with one thing and another it was impossible to get Elizabeth alone, but I thought about her all day. Finally, after dinner, I was able to pull her aside and suggest we slip out the back door for a little while. I asked her if we could practice kissing again. I was afraid she’d still be upset about my having a hard-on the last time, but it turned out she’d been trying to find a way to ask me the same question. We figured we couldn’t stay out there in the dark too long before someone noticed we were missing, but we did kiss and hug a little. After that, we always were on the lookout for a chance to sneak a kiss. Like I said, in a family with eight kids there aren’t a lot of chances to be alone, so we didn’t get together nearly as often as I wanted. But each time we could, we’d sneak away, just the two of us. I remember one time, we were kissing and I had my hands around Elizabeth’s waist, and then I started rubbing her back. I wasn’t planning anything, really I wasn’t. But as my hands kept rubbing I slid along her side and touched her breast. Well, I touched her bra — and that through her blouse. But she didn’t jerk away or anything, she just kept kissing. After that I always tried to cop a feel whenever I could, even when we couldn’t get away — I’d just slip my hand around her when we were doing the dishes, or something, and no one else was watching. That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were kissing and I was stroking her through her blouse and Elizabeth asked if I didn’t want to get closer. She pulled her blouse out of her jeans and I put my hand underneath. Her skin was really smooth and soft, and warm, too. I remember running my fingertips over her side and touching her bra cup. It was stiff and scratchy, and I didn’t think she could feel anything under it. But when I put my hand on it she moaned a little and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth. It was tough, with as little time as we had, to do much more. I let her put her hands inside my shirt, and she even stuck them down the back of my jeans once or twice and cupped my butt, which felt kinda weird. The fact is, by that time I wasn’t thinking about other girls, just being with my sister. That may not sound right, but I don’t think either one of us thought we were doing anything wrong. I mean, we were just kissing, after all. And with so little time we couldn’t even think about anything else. Finally, after like a month or two, we got another chance to be alone for more than a few minutes. It was a Saturday night, and we’d finished all our homework, so Mom and Dad let us stay up late watching TV — after everyone else had gone to bed. We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and Elizabeth put her arm around me and pulled me in close and we started kissing. We were really going at it hot and heavy, I guess. I pulled her blouse out of her pants and she rolled my T-shirt up to my armpits. I could feel my cock pressing hard against my jeans, but I was used to that by now. I don’t even know what the movie was about. We didn’t pay any attention. Mostly because we were kissing, of course, and then we were keeping one eye on the stairs to make sure no one woke up and found us down there. But then we started licking each other’s neck and stuff, and Elizabeth leaned back until she was on her back and I was on top of her. With her on her back like that, her bra was loose and without really knowing it I slipped my hand inside and got my first feel of a real live breast! This will sound dumb, but it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I guess I didn’t realize that it was the bra that was so stiff, not what was underneath. I mean, I knew there weren’t any bones or anything there, but I just never thought it would feel so good. When I felt the little button at the tip of my sister’s breast, it all kind of hit me at once, what I was doing, and I pulled my hand out of there fast. But Elizabeth grabbed hold of my arm before I could pull it out from underneath her blouse. “You can do that,” she told me, and I didn’t need to be asked twice. So we kept on kissing, and I was fondling my sister’s tits. I guess it’s no surprise that my cock was as hard as a flagpole, especially since I was right on top of her. By that time she’d swung her legs up onto the couch and I was right in between them, holding myself off of her with one hand while the other was busy.xxx porn storiesWell, with my cock so hard, and me so lost in what we were doing, I just automatically started rubbing it against her. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? So Elizabeth, she says, “Hey, what are you doing?” And I asked her what she meant, and she said down there. And I got all embarrassed again, but she said it was all right. Then she asked me if it didn’t hurt, my jeans being so tight, and I said yeah, it did. “Well, why don’t you slide them down, then?” she said. I said I didn’t know if I should. She said I could do what I wanted, but she was gonna slide her pants down because she wanted to rub herself too. I didn’t know girls did that. I don’t think any of the guys in school knew, either, because none of them ever mentioned it. But Elizabeth said she sometimes played with herself after we got through kissing because I’d gotten her so hot. Well, I told her about having dreams about her, and how I’d done myself too. She said she thought that made her feel really sexy, and I told her I was getting pretty hot thinking about how I’d made her feel, too. So we both undid our pants and slipped them down around our ankles. Elizabeth had on a pair of shiny pink panties, really smooth. I was glad I just had on my white boxers, not any of the ones Mom had got me last Christmas, the ones with the polka dots or the race cars. We both laughed when we saw the matching stains on the fronts of her panties and my shorts. Anyway, she spread her legs apart a little and I got on top of her again, and I started rubbing against her. We started kissing again and stuff, too. I guess just rubbing isn’t enough for girls, because Elizabeth put her hand down there and stuck it inside her panties. I would’ve put my hand on my dick, too, but I didn’t have one free, ’cause I was feeling her up again. Since I couldn’t touch my cock, I wasn’t getting much satisfaction out of it, so I started rubbing harder. Next thing you know, I’m rubbing so hard that the head of my dick pokes right out the top of my shorts. I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn’t notice, and for a while she didn’t. She stopped kissing me and put her head to the side and just groaned softly and then all of a sudden she jerked back and forth a few times. I asked her if she was all right and she giggled. “I came,” she told me. “That’s what a girl’s orgasm is like. And that was a good one, too. How about you?” Before I could say anything, she started to pull her hand out of her panties and it brushed against the tip of my dick. I said I was sorry. “For what?” she said. And then she put her hand right on my cock! I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, it felt so good. Her fingers were real soft and kinda slippery — from fingering herself, I guess. I’d never felt anything like that before; it was way better than when I jacked myself off. But I was nervous, and I asked her if it was all right, us doing that, being brother and sister. She asked me if I didn’t like it. Of course, I had to say I did. Then she said that it wasn’t much different than just kissing, since we were just touching — and hadn’t I touched her breasts? Well, sure, I had, and that made sense to me. Besides, it felt too good with her hand rubbing along my shaft for me to ask her to stop. So she slid it up and down, slowly. When her fingers brushed over the sides of the helmet, I thought I would die. But after she’d rubbed a little longer it just felt right and pretty soon I felt something happening. I tried to warn her, but the cum just shot right out of me and splattered over her hand and onto her stomach. We kissed a little more and then I got up and got my clothes back and got her a towel from the kitchen to wipe herself off. By then the movie was over and we figured we’d better go up to bed. The next day we were eating breakfast with the rest of the family when Nicholas almost got us in big trouble. It turned out that while Elizabeth and me were really going at it, he’d gotten up and started to come downstairs to raid the fridge, and he saw me on top of her. When he started to tell Mom and Dad that he’d seen us on the couch, I was freaking. I snuck a peek at Elizabeth, and her face was white. What were we going to say? Luckily for us, it turned out Nicholas didn’t understand what he saw. He said we were fighting. Elizabeth cut him off real quick and said we were just having a pillow fight, and Mom told Nicholas not to be a snitch. Was I relieved! That evening, Elizabeth and me were careful to stay away from each other, but she did manage to slip me a note. It said that we should probably play it cool for a few days. I winked at her to show I agreed. The next few days were awful, not being able to hold her or kiss her or anything. I spent my nights jacking off in my bed, thinking about her. When we finally did manage to be alone, it was just for a few seconds, enough for a quick kiss; we didn’t even have time to talk. But as we split up again, Elizabeth whispered to me. “Write me a note,” she said. So I did. I wrote down how I thought about her all the time, and how I had dreams about her, and how I missed our kissing. I slipped it to her when we were all having dinner. The next day, she gave me a note back. It said she thought about me, too. That made me feel really terrific. And she said she couldn’t wait until we could be together again, which went double for me. But for the next couple of weeks, we didn’t get in a single kiss. We both agreed that after the Nicholas thing we should play it cool, at least as far as any late-night stuff. And we didn’t want anyone to notice us going off by ourselves all the time. As it turned out, though, that didn’t mean we couldn’t do anything. It started one night at dinner. This time Elizabeth and me were sitting next to each other. I was really in agony, having her so close that I could smell the flowery soap she used but not being able to touch her or anything. She had a white cotton blouse on and she’d left the top two buttons open, so when she bent over a little I could see her breasts hiding in her bra. I wanted to just yank open that blouse and grab hold of them. With all that going on in my head, it’s no wonder my cock was getting stiff. I didn’t think anyone would notice, with it under the table, but I think Elizabeth may have guessed. Anyway, I was taking a bite of spaghetti when I felt something on my crotch. I looked down right away and saw Elizabeth’s hand under the tablecloth. I felt her undoing my zipper. I looked around the table, and no one else seemed to noticing anything going on. It was tough to keep a straight face while my sister slid her hand into my pants and pulled my hard shaft out and starting jacking me off. My dad asked me to pass the butter and it took two or three tries before he got my attention. Elizabeth just giggled and kept on. When I felt myself about to cum I put my hand down there and pushed her away. No way was I gonna cum with my cock waving in the air like that, and get it all over my pants. As it was, I just got it stuffed back into my shorts when I exploded, and I had to wolf down the rest of my food and skip dessert so I could go clean myself up. After that, I wrote Elizabeth a note telling her it wasn’t fair that she could jack me off in front of everybody and I couldn’t get a hand on her breasts unless we were alone. She sent a note right back. “You’ll think of something,” it said. It was later that week that I finally figured out what she meant. In the meantime, she sent me another note saying she missed our sessions so much that she’d gotten a vibrator to help herself out. I didn’t know what that was at first, but when I sent a note back she drew me a picture. She said one of the girls at school ordered a bunch from some catalog. Elizabeth wrote that she kept hers in her locker at school, and when she did herself in the bathroom she would think about me. God, that made me get a hard-on just thinking about it. I told her so, and she wrote back that she’d prefer me to the vibrator any time. If found out what she meant that night. A bunch of us were watching TV, with me and Elizabeth and Nicholas all sitting together on the couch. She had on a sweatsuit, which made her look kind of lumpy — but I still remembered what was underneath. Anyway, she said she was cold and grabbed a blanket and threw it over her lap — and then she asked if I wasn’t a little chilled, too. I was too dumb to figure it out then, but luckily Nicholas, who was sitting on the other side of me, said he was — so Elizabeth spread the blanket over all our laps. In a little while she reached underneath the blanket and grabbed my hand and guided it over to her lap. When she tucked my hand under the waistband of her sweatpants I got the idea. My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I figured was like the one above my cock. And then I felt some folds of skin. They were already a little wet. I didn’t know where I was going, but Elizabeth guided me a little and pretty soon I had worked a couple of fingers into her hole and they got really slick from her juices. I wasn’t sure what to do then, but I started pushing my fingers in and out and I could hear Elizabeth’s breathing getting shallow so I figured I was on the right track. Once I started rubbing faster but Nicholas looked over when he felt the blanket shaking, so I had to slow down. It took awhile, but eventually Elizabeth kind of jerked a few times and then she pulled my hand away, letting me wipe it on the inside of her sweatpants first. So even though we couldn’t get away by ourselves, my sister and I did get a few chances to do each other — when we were with the rest of the family! It was so hot. Once we did get together for a few minutes when I ran into her at night in the hallway as we were both going to the bathroom. We figured that it was so late no one else would notice, so we snuck into the toilet together. The door was hardly closed before Elizabeth was all over me, pulling my cock out of my pajamas and planting her lips right on mine. And I was giving it back, too. I put my hand down her panties and stuck my tongue in her mouth. It felt so good to be with her again, without having to hide what we were doing. I was so hot for her I came right away, although I kept diddling her for a few minutes before she could cum. I told her how much I missed her, and Elizabeth said she felt exactly the same. Then she asked me if I really meant what I wrote in my notes, that I thought about her all the time, especially when I was jacking off. Sure, I said, all the time. Did I ever think about her being … naked?xxx pornYeah! Boy, did I. I told her I had been wondering what she looked like, especially ever since that night she put my hand inside her pants. Elizabeth smiled and said would I like to find out for real? I thought she was gonna strip right then, but she said we should go back to our rooms before anyone noticed. But if I really wanted to see her naked, she said, I should just wait and see what happened the next night after dinner. She wouldn’t tell me any more. All that day in school I was going around with a permanent hard-on, thinking about getting to see my sister in the nude. I figured she had a great body, from what I’d been able to see of it and what I’d felt. I was a little worried about her maybe wanting to see me nude too. I’m kind of scrawny and I figured she’d be disappointed, and maybe she wouldn’t want to make out with me any more. But I tried to stop thinking about that and just concentrate on her. After dinner I had to finish up some homework, and I raced through it to make sure I would be downstairs as soon as I could. I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t want to risk missing out on whatever it was. There was no way Elizabeth was gonna show me any skin with everybody else around, unless maybe she’d figured out some way to do it where no one but me could see. But I figured if she did that I probably wouldn’t be able to do much touching, and that would be a pain. I knew that once I saw her naked I’d want to kiss and lick every inch of her. When I finally finished my homework, I took the stairs two at a time going down, but nothing seemed to be happening. Elizabeth was just reading a book, and Mom was sorting through some mail while Dad balanced the checkbook. My sister gave me a wink when I came down, but she didn’t say anything. I flipped on the TV and sat back to see what would happen. When Mom finished with the mail, she started to get up but Elizabeth came up and stopped her. My sister said that she’d had an offer from one of her teachers to babysit their kids New Year’s Eve, which was just a couple of weeks away. Mom cross-examined her about who the teacher was and how old the kids were — four-year-old twins — and how late she’d be. Elizabeth said she was supposed to be over there at six and they weren’t expected back until two or three in the morning, so she would sleep over. Mom sounded doubtful. Elizabeth begged a little, and even asked Dad what he thought. He said he didn’t like the idea of her being alone with those kids for so long on New Year’s, when who knew what people would be doing. That’s when Elizabeth asked if it would be OK if she had someone else with her. Mom said it would be all right as long as it was some friend they knew and could trust. My sister said she couldn’t ask any of her friends because then she’d have to split the pay — so how about if I came along? I must have looked really surprised, because Dad laughed and said it didn’t look like I was interested. Of course, the joke was on him because I knew now what Elizabeth had planned, and I was absolutely interested. I figured I better not show it too much, though, or they might get suspicious. I hemmed and hawed, but in the end I let my Mom talk me into doing it. The next two weeks seemed to take forever. I mean, Christmas came along, and usually that was my favorite day of the whole year, but now it was just another day that I couldn’t do anything with Elizabeth because there were too many people around. We did kiss under the mistletoe, but I couldn’t even stick my tongue in her mouth. Finally New Year’s Eve arrived. The other kids teased us about missing the big family celebration — which was a real tease, because all we ever did was have cocoa while we watched TV. I was real careful to hide how excited I was, but it was tough because my cock felt harder and bigger than ever and every time I caught a glimpse of Elizabeth or heard her voice my dick jerked. We got over to the Maxwell’s house — that was the couple we were babysitting for — about 6, just before they left for their party. They told us there was lots of food and pop in the fridge, and left the phone number in case of trouble. I didn’t pay much attention, except when they repeated that they wouldn’t be home until 2, and more likely 3. They showed us where the sheets and pillows were to make up the couch — that was where I was going to sleep — and finally got out the door. At 7 we held a New Year’s celebration for the twins with noisemakers and ice cream, figuring that would give them time to wind down and actually get to sleep at 8, their normal bedtime. It worked. We waited until 8:30, just to make sure they were really asleep. When Elizabeth peeked in their room, both the girls were out, snoring quietly. While we had waited for them to settle down and drift off, Elizabeth and me had been kissing and hugging on the couch, so my cock was in agony pressing against my jeans and my hormones were at their peak. I could hardly wait for what would come next. Elizabeth told me to wait in the guest room, where she was supposed to sleep, while she got ready. She cautioned me not to take off anything except my shoes and socks, because she didn’t “want to miss any of the show.” I jumped on the bed to wait for her. She was gone awhile. I wondered if maybe she was gonna change into something sexy like the women in the magazines wear — you know, some kind of sheer nightgown or panties with the crotch cut out. I’d seen Elizabeth around the house in her pajamas or nightgowns, but those never showed too much. Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t like looking at her in them, anyway, but I did think about what she might look like in something fancy. But when she came into the room she was dressed just like before — a loose-fitting pair of jeans, a blue blouse with long sleeves and a white sweater-vest. Nothing fancy. I guess I must have showed my disappointment, because she laughed and asked if I was expecting maybe Raquel Welch. I got afraid she might think I didn’t like her so I started to tell her how pretty she was, but she told me it was all right. Then she crawled onto the bed with me and we started kissing and stuff. It was good, like always, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what was ahead. I think Elizabeth was anxious, too, because before too long she got off the bed. We stood a few feet apart, just kind of looking at each other for a minute. Then Elizabeth asked, was I sure I wanted to do this. I said yeah, was she? I was worried again, maybe she was having second thoughts. But she said she was just making sure, that she didn’t want to push me into anything. Then she looked down at my crotch and said it sure didn’t look like I was being pushed in. She could see my cock was pushing out against my jeans like a balloon getting ready to bust. So she said, would I go first. I said that was no fair, I already had my socks off, so she kicked off her shoes and pointed at me. “Your turn,” she said. I pulled off my sweatshirt. Elizabeth groaned when she saw I still had a T-shirt on underneath, but she went ahead anyway and took off her sweater. I said she should take off her blouse too, and she gave in and did it. She had on a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but I didn’t care. This was the first time I’d gotten a really good look at the breasts I’d had my hands on, and they looked as good as I’d thought. Not real big, but not too small either. They kind of bulged out of the bra a little. It was my turn again, and I took off my T-shirt. I felt ashamed because I had no hair on my chest, so I crossed my arms in front of me. Besides, I didn’t know what else to do with them. Elizabeth started to unzip her jeans. I said she should take off her top first, like I did, but she wouldn’t give in this time. She had on plain white cotton panties. I could see a dark stain on the front again. This was my first look at her full body, in full light. She was round all over — not fat, I mean, but good looking, no bony knees or stuff. I took off my jeans then. When I undid the zipper and pulled them partway down, my boner was set free and stuck the front of my boxers out like a tent. Up till then we really hadn’t shown each other anything we hadn’t already seen. But something was going to change soon, and we both knew it. We just looked at each other again for a minute or so. Then Elizabeth put her hands behind her back. When she brought them forward again, her bra came loose and she tossed it aside. Her breasts sagged just a little, but they still stood out. And now I could see her nipples, and the dark circles around them. I licked my lips, trying to think of something smart to say, but I couldn’t. “So how do I look?” That was Elizabeth. She looked like she didn’t know what to do with her hands, either — she crossed them under her breasts, then put them on her hips, then just hung them at her sides. “You’re beautiful,” I said, and I really meant it. She was. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She took a few steps toward me, and I reached out a hand and brushed it against the side of her breast. The next thing you know, we were hugging and kissing. I couldn’t get over feeling my sister’s breasts pressing into my chest, just skin to skin. After a few minutes, we both stepped back. Neither one of us said a word. I could hear my heart pounding away like a drum, and I was surprised Elizabeth didn’t say anything about it, it seemed so loud.

For as far back as I can remember, I had a crush on my cousin. When I was about eighteen I started to really notice her. I thought about how she looked and how she was changing. She was real thin and looked very nice. She was three years older than me so she was already into guys and guys were into her. But, my story happened not too long ago.She had just had a big divorce and we were a little closer. She had gained a lot of weight since we were little. I’m now 23 and she is 26. I don’t know why but I really started to enjoy looking a big beautiful women. I just found them more attractive. I guess because they have more to grab and more to love. Well, she was all upset because her Ex was being a major butt. We work together that night and she told me about her day and how he made her so mad. I told her that I was sorry and I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She told me that she really needed that. I just smiled and I continued my work and so did she. Well after we closed the store I found myself alone with my cousin. We always close together because I’m the only one she can trust. So this night was nothing special. Well that’s what I thought. I was sweeping the floor and I looked at her and I said something that changed my life forever. I was telling her that she was very pretty (which she is) and for her to go out and look pretty for other people. I told her that I thought about her sometimes. Not like cousins but as lovers. She is too pretty to be thinking about how her Ex all the time. Where he was and how many girls he was with. He would never think about him so why should she think about him. He left her because he wanted to be single. While I was telling her this, I looked at her eyes and I saw that she was looking at me bulge under my shorts. I didn’t realize that I was having a big hard on. I looked down and I could not hide it. I was wearing real loose shorts so you could see the leg of my shorts in the air. I then tried not to hide it. I was so horny that I just wanted to whip it out right there. She then told me that she would think about the stuff I had said. She walked back to her office and finished her work. I then continued my work. After I finished mopping I went back to see how she was doing. I was all finished. When I went to the back I was hearing some noises. It sounded like her chair was squeaking a lot. I had not I idea what she was doing. Before I called her name, I walked around the corner and there I saw the most incredible site. My cousin had one leg on her desk and the other on the floor. She had her head thrown back with her eyes shut so tight because she was about to cum. I could see it in her face. Pain and pleasure at the same time. I walked slow to her to see what she was doing. In her right hand, she had a marker. It was not a dildo but it did the job. She was going real fast because she didn’t want me to find out. It was to late. I was watching the whole thing.cousins incest sex storyI quickly unzipped my zipper and my nine inch python came out. I couldn’t believe it. I was hard. I just stood there waiting to touch her, kiss her, and lick her beautiful body. I wanted it bad. She finally came. She shock her whole body as she finished her beautiful organism. I almost lost everything I had. I needed to be calm. She opened her eyes slowly. There she found me looking at her. She was turning red and was so embarrasses that she tried to get up off her seat. I grabbed her and I started kissing her. I was biting her neck and sucking her too. She felt my monster jab her wet cunt. She grabbed it and started jacking me off. It started slow but then went faster and I continued kissing her. I love kissing. It’s one of the most beautiful ways you show your lover that you care about them so much. I reached around her back and released to hooks to her bra. It snapped off like a rubber band. Her nipples were dark brown and the were real hot and pointy. I had never realized that girls breast get so hot when they are so turned on. I rubbed my face in between her big tits and lick them real good. She was real wet. She tried to continued jacking me off but I wouldn’t let her. I laid her down on these cardboard boxes that were not folded yet. I told her that she was going to have to cum in my mouth before I fucked her. I grabbed her legs and opened then real wide. She laid there with her eye shut because this was all new to her. Her Ex never did this to her. I wanted to taste her real bad. I teased her first by playing with her love button. She almost lost it because she hadn’t had a man touch her in about one year. I then opened her up with my two fingers and dipped my face it to her. I lick and lick until she couldn’t take anymore. Just when she was about to cum, I started to bite her clit. Man, did she go crazy. She pushed herself off the boxes and then screamed real loud as she came right in my mouth. That tasted so good. I then removed all my clothes and started to rub my cock on her tender clit. I then gently pushed it to see what it was going to fell like going in slow. I then got on top of her and told her that now she was about to get the best fuck she had ever gotten. I put her leg on my shoulders and started to push hard. She was screaming hard. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Please don’t tease me!” So I gave her what she wanted. I started fucking her real hard. I almost came right there. But I could do that so I stopped. I told her to get on her hands and knees and I was going to fuck her doggy style. She quickly did it and I took her from the back. I stubbed it in and I didn’t waste anytime. I usually last for hours but I really couldn’t last any longer. I knew I was about to cum. I took it out and shot all over her big beautiful ass. She had came right before I did. I could not believe what had just happened. It was great. I will never for get any of it. We finished up and then we close the store and went home. I went to my house and she went to hers. I got home and fell asleep thinking about her. We don’t usually talk about it now but she hints that she really liked it when she walks close to me. She grabs to what she liked and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It’s tough when you’re 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny. I felt an uncomfortable tingling. On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walked into my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for me to give my grandpa a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me, so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a little and kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed my bottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this was my grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were gone changed my perspective forever. I had come home late to find that there were no cars in the driveway. Finally some time to myself! I went to my bedroom and shut the door and tuned out to the radio. 15 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I turned down the radio and said come in. Who was still here, I wondered? The door slowly opened to reveal Grandpa. Oh great! He and I alone in the house. He told me that Grandma had taken the younger kids out for pizza and a movie. Since I did not get home in time he said he would wait here for me. Hmm, How very responsible of him . . . or maybe there was something else to it. He sat down on a big chair I had in my room and asked me about the teenage life, friends and school and stuff. Then, he said that while we were speaking of school, the school had called and said they were concerned that I may have been skipping one day last week. Oh, man! I didn’t think I’d get busted for that. Well, at least they called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it. Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to know honestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admitted my folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, but that he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began to stir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the room he was holding a large pingpong paddle. “No, no”, was all that I could say. He repeated to me that he would take care of it and no one else needed to know about it. I knew even a paddling from him would be better than the prison camp state that would await me if he told. I lowered my eyes and hung my head communicating to him my compliance. He told me to come and stand before him facing away. I did so. he was sitting in the easy chair and I was standing with my bottom facing him. He told me to lower my jeans to the floor and step out of them. As I did what he requested, all I could think was that this can’t really be happening. After I became pantyless, he told me to bend over, reach out and place my hands on the desk that was quite a stretch in front of me. I strained to do so. “I bet all the boys tell you what a nice ass you have.” Within an instant his hands were all over my ass, massaging and rubbing my young cheeks. I could hear his labored breathing. Then, SWACK! Ooh, it hurt! SWACK! SWACK! “Oh, baby! I like how your sweet ass bounces and jiggles!” He rubbed my ass more, grabbing up handfuls in lustful delight. He sounded like he was about to pass out. He pulled away from me again and SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!pornIs he going to spank me until they come home? That could be hours. It was then I thought, I might as well have a little fun myself. I’m driving this old man crazy! “Grandpa, please, please let me have a break,” I begged. He allowed it and I stood up rubbing my bruised bottom. It hurt more than I thought it would. “It’s so hot in here!” I turned around and stood right in front of him in my T-shirt and lacy panties. I watched his eyes go straight to my crotch. I stood there acting like I didn’t notice. As his eyes soaked me in, I reached up and snatched off my T-shirt in an instant! I wasn’t wearing a bra and my young, bountiful tits leaped out into the thin air and lightly bounced there in front of his shocked vision. “Honey, they are beautiful! Walk over here for Grandpa.” I slowly approached him until his groping hands met my tantalizing, swollen tits. I have never been and probably never will be felt up like that again! He exhibited such a thoroughness with zeal and passion. My nipples perked up and stood at his beckoning attention! I didn’t know my nipples could get so hard and maintain their constant erection! My panties were being soaked as I stood there taking in his elderly worship of my youthful, engorged melons. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reminded Grandpa of my spanking and how it must be finished. I assumed the position – bent over with my ass facing him, legs straight, and arms outstretched in front of me just gripping the desk. “Wait! Don’t start yet!” I said. I reached back and pulled down my wet panties, taking them completely off with one swift movement. There I was bent over in front of him completely naked. I knew it was his wet dream come to life. As I thought about him staring at my beautiful, young, erotic body my juices started to flow more swiftly. Staying in position, I spread my stance so that he could take in even more of my pouty sex. I could feel his stare invading my most private, tender sanctums. “Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!,” I cried to myself. SMACK! was all I heard. And then the stinging! “OW! Grandpa, that hurt!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained down his best on my glowing red ass! “Tell me you like it.” he said. I was at the verge of tears. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t, grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girls are big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my well-spanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided me toward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over and soon the upper half of my body was lying face down on the desk. My tits were pressed down into the smooth, cool wood just by the sheer weight of my chest. He stood over me and massaged my lower back and tenderly rubbed my ass cheeks and upper thighs. “How’s my good girl now?” “Better, grandpa.” “Are you my good girl or you a bad girl?” He said as his large rough hands gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I-i -i-i-‘m y-y-our g-g-ood girl.” Before I could finish speaking, I felt his tongue licking up and down my exposed crack. He lightly flitted about my tense anus with tickling wisps. I could not relax to let him in. “Oh no. My good girl is so tight.” He dipped his finger down between my wet pussy lips and soaked his finger, Then he lubricated my anus with it and slowly pushed his way inside of me. He fingered me deep and rhythmically. I found myself rocking on the desk, rubbing my clit against the grain and thrusting back on his finger. “That’s a good girl!” I think he could tell that I was ready to explode because he stopped and withdrew from me. “Okay, now honey, follow my instructions very carefully. . . . slowly roll over and scoot back on the desk.” He stood back and watched me obey. Here I thought I would give the old man a thrill, and now I was totally obedient to him. I lay there, naked, feeling the slickness of the desk under me, now that my juices were everywhere. I looked up at him standing over me. His gaze was covering me from head to toe, I felt so young and helpless. He was so large standing over my vulnerable state. He stared at me without touching me until my sex ached and I had become too uncomfortable. He could tell I was squirming under this perpetual anticipation. “Do you want me to touch your body, honey?” I nodded yes. “Tell me. Tell your grandpa.” “P-p-p-please t-t-t-t-touch me, grandpa.” I was wondering if I was sounding like a little child. He bent over me and scooped up my waiting tits. He took them one by one as much as he could into his mouth. His tongue flickered at my nipples erecting them back to their rock hard state. My body writhed about uncontrollably on the desk. He did not divert his attention at all from my swelling titties when he said, “Spread your legs, honey, and bring your knees up toward the ceiling”. I did so without even thinking about it. He reached around and squeezed my still warm pinkish ass. I moaned and wiggled. He stood up straight and walked over to the end of the desk, so that he was staring right at my opened pussy. I was spread towards him and my cunt was visibly dripping its lust lotion. “You are doing very well, sweetheart.” He delicately pinched each of my pussy lips and spread them far apart until I felt the ecstatic limits of their stretching. “What a sweet, pink pussy hole you have. I bet all the little boys you date want to play with it.” He pushed the first digit of his thick finger inside of me. I rolled and rolled on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slid it in smoothly until his knuckle disappeared inside of me. I rocked on him like crazy, moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out the window when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a sudden, he withdrew and I audibly gasped! He straightened my legs out and spread my thighs apart as far as was comfortably possible. “Close your eyes, honey.” I froze there with my eyes tightly shut.porn and erotic storyA moment passed and then I felt him there, his tongue licking between my lips, sliding in and out of me, sucking on my enlarged clit. The rhythm, up and down – I was moving with him. He slid a finger up my ass and then another one up my pussy – with the other hand he began to roughly grope my tits and the whole time he sucked and flicked at my clit with his hungry tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore – his fingers thrusting with the same motion inside of me! His lapping tongue on my clit. I began screaming wildly – “Oh! oh! oh! oh! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!” He squeezed my nipple hard when I came, and drove his fingers deep and powerfully inside me. He just let me lay there pulsing on him, until I calmed down completely. Then, he got up, walked around to my head and kissed me lightly on the forward. “That’s my good girl.” He walked out of the room. I did see him until late when everyone got back. He acted as if nothing had happened, but before they left to go home, he did give me a pinch on the ass when no one was looking. I gave him a hug good-bye in front of everyone, and I felt all anxious inside when he said, “Now that’s my good girl!”

It was a normal day at Thompson High. The sun was shining and Mindy Denson was sitting on the steps…

(What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. Just as I started shooting a huge load of cum up her gleefully incestuous cunt, Mom began chanting:“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.”THE END

I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said to me. I could see Him looking down at me smiling. It was a very sinister grin. I knew He had something planned. He then said “I have to go to work for a little while and I’ll see you when I get back.” “Yes Sir,” I answered kind of hurt because we were supposed to spend the whole day together. When I finally rolled out of bed an hour later there was a note written in my lipstick on the mirror. It read ‘ Today is your day. You may go to the beach.’ We had a small very secluded stretch of beach in out backyard. I loved to go out there and sunbathe naked but would not dare with out permission. I put on my sheer pink sundress and gathered a few things and headed out to the beach. I walked through the newly remolded gate and was admiring how nice it looked with the fence that was put up. I also noticed that the tool box was still out here. So I made a mental note to remind Him about it. I laid out my blanket and took off my sundress and sat down. I was sitting there just soaking in the sun. Feeling its warm rays beating down on me. It felt so warm and so inviting. I could feel myself starting to sweat so I decided to jump in the ocean to cool off a bit. As I was walking out of the water back to my blanket I noticed how turned on I was from swimming naked. I loved the feel of the waves breaking over my chest then falling down through my legs. It seemed like the waves had a mind of their own, making sure to just slightly hit my clit with each wave. I laid down on my stomach and just let the sun warm my body. It felt so good. Like I was just melting away. I was thinking about what would happen later. I had no Idea what He had planned originally before He got called into work. But I knew He would make up for it later. I decided to turn over and let the warmth of the sun beat down on my breasts. Before I laid back I applied sun screen so that I would be in top form for my Master if He needed me to be. I then spread my legs so I could feel the sun pushing its way inside of me. This felt so erotic. And I drifted off in my thoughts. I was woken up by the feeling that someone was watching me. It was my Master. I looked up at Him and smiled. “Stand My Pet,” He told me and I did. He led me down to the water by my nipples. He then told me to go in and make sure all the sunscreen was washed off because He did not want to feel anything but His fingers against my salty skin. I made sure I washed off all the sunblock and walked out to a waiting towel. I dried off and He put a blindfold on me. He guided me up the beach. Thoughts of what He was doing were fluttering through my head. I was thinking what was He going to do out here? There was nothing, so I thought, out here. There were all sorts of sounds that I had never heard before. All of this was going on all around me. He took my right wrist and pulled it up and the I heard a click. He then clicked in my left wrist and removed my blindfold. I was almost suspended between the two poles that was the gateway to the beach. He then told me to spread my feet out so that they reached the poles at the bottom. He walked over to the tool box and opened it and pulled out two more cuffs with chains on them to fasten my ankles to the poles. I now knew that it was not a tool box and it was left out there for a reason. When my ankles were attached to the poles I was barely standing on my tip toes. He said to me “struggle all you like my pet, these poles are five feet in the ground and you are not going anywhere.” I watched as He reached up and clicked the chains at the top even tighter. Now I was completely suspended from these poles. He stood before me and looked at His handy work. I could tell by the grin on His face that he was really enjoying this. He ran His hands down over my shoulders and over my chest. Taking special care not to touch my nipples. Each time He did this they would stand out just a little bit more. He looked at me and said “Did I give you permission to get excited?” “No Sir,” I answered. “You know you will be punished for that,” He replied. “Yes Sir,” I whispered. He then reached down into the box again and pulled out what looked like a dildo on a stake. He drove it into the sand below me and then lifted me up onto it and said “remember you are still going to be punished.” “Yes Sir,” I gasped. I barely got that out because I could not believe His mind was so imaginative to do what was happening at this moment. He then picked up a crop and started tapping my thighs with it. Every time He touched me with the crop I struggled not to move but to no avail. The more I moved the more the dildo would slide into me and He would reach down to push it further into the ground so it would only stay an inch and a half inside of me. I tried squeezing my muscles in my pussy to keep it pushed in, but He would not have it. He then ran the crop up my stomach and around each breast. Each time He circled my breast He would come closer and closer to my nipples, but yet still not touching them. “Snap,” He hit my nipple with the end of the crop. It didn’t hurt but it sent chills all through my body. He was snapping the crop from nipple to nipple, all quick little snaps.pornI was trying to struggle to get free and He whispered in my ear again “there is no where for you to go my pet.” He removed the dildo that was placed in the ground and lifted it up to my lips. “Stick out your tongue,” He says. I looked into His eyes to see if He was serious and He pushed the dildo onto my lips and into my mouth. “Clean it off,” He commanded and I did. He then walked around behind me and “whack,” I felt the crop across my right thigh. He ran His hand over where the crop had just been. He said that He could feel the heat from the sting of the crop. “Whack,” He hit the other thigh. “Can’t play favorites,” He said. And He rubbed that spot too. He then moved the crop to my ass “whack, whack, whack, whack,” He swung the crop again. I could feel the lines forming on my ass from where He had just dealt out my punishment. “Thank you Sir for correcting me,” I said. Then He started running the crop up and down the inside of my thighs and across my open pussy lips. I could feel the small leather tip brush across my clit. Then “snap” against my clit. I jumped as much as the restraints would allow. I know He enjoyed this because He snapped the crop a few more times. “Please Sir,” I begged, “no more Sir please.” “Why my pet,” He asks. “Sir I need to cum please Sir,” I answered. “Please Sir I am begging You, please let me cum Sir,” I pleaded. He then put down the crop and walked around in front of me and was running His hands all over my body, stopping to pinch my nipples. He could see that my legs were beginning to shake and whispered in my ear “You may cum my pet when you are ready.” He continued to run His hands all over me and then down between my pussy lips and slowly sliding His fingers all thru my wetness. He got them wet enough to be able to slip His four fingers inside of me to find my g-spot. He could feel me at the brink of exploding and the reached out with His thumb and just lightly brushed my clit. That was all I could take. My head fell backwards as my body trembled and my pussy grasped onto His hand. I was cumming like I had never cum before. It was rushing out of my pussy all over His hand and down my leg. I looked down and I could see the puddle that had formed in the sand below me. Some of it was from me sweating but most was from me cumming and squirting. He reached down and undid my ankles. I was hanging there with my head on His shoulder. I knew once He undid my hands I would not be able to stand up. He balanced me in such a way that when He undid my hands, He was all that was holding me up. He carried me into the house and laid me down on the cool floor. It was a welcome cold all over me. With that He said that He would be right back and He walked out the door. Some how I knew that this was not over. About an hour later He walked back into the house and order me to get up. I looked at Him giving Him a look to please let me rest. And He bent over and slapped my ass very hard and told me to get up again. With that I stood up and stood before Him with my eyes down and my hands folded behind my back. He then told me to go shower. And I did. As I was washing my hair and taking in the coconut essence from my shampoo, I started wonder what He has planned for the night. I knew we had no plans to go out. All I could think of was that He was going to use or do something that had never been done before. And this excited me. I could feel my stomach starting to twinge with anticipation. There were so many things that He had but had not been used on me yet. I could never imagine what He would do. He was always surprising me with something different. Just them I heard a knock at the bathroom door. He asked, “Are you almost done?'” “Yes Sir,” I answered. I didn’t realize how long I had been in the shower. When I got out of the shower I saw my robe sitting there under the towel. I knew that this was what He wanted me to wear. I put it on and went and knelt down on the floor next to Him on the couch. He stood up and took me by the hand and led me to a room of the house that I had not been allowed to go into. He said it was a surprise. We walked in and He had the candle burning already. He also had the champagne on ice. He walked over and poured three glasses of champagne. I looked at Him as to get and answer to why three glasses. But He avoided my look, and I knew not to ask. He handed me a glass and said, “drink it all down.” I did as I was told. He refilled it and said the same thing. So I did. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table next to one of the candles. He picked up a collar that I had never seen before and placed it ever so gingerly around my neck. I saw a long chair hanging from it and wondered what it connected to. But I knew I would find out. I was told to remove my robe which I did. I felt the chain hanging down between my breasts. The coldness of it was making my nipples hard and taunt. I could tell He liked this by the approving smile on His face. He then took an ace bandage and wrapped my wrists together behind me. I was thinking ‘ooohhhh this is nice, bound but yet still movement’. Then He picked up a roll of duct tape and secured my wrists even more. Now I had no movement at all. The next thing He picked up was a spread bar. He placed it at my ankles and attached it. First my right then my left. He could see that I had butterflies in my stomach by my shaking. He looked into my eyes and said “You know you have nothing to worry about right?” “Yes Sir, you know I trust you Sir,” I answered. “Good girl,” He replied. Then He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could feel His hands exploring my body inch by inch. He was running His fingers over the chain that hung down to the floor. Then I felt the tension lift off the chain. I could feel it being pulled up over my head and then “click”. He had connected it to a hook in the ceiling. Now I was not only bound but I could not move at all. I felt so open and so exposed. I could hear Him over at the table where the champagne was. He told me to open my mouth and as I did, He lifted a glass to my lips. I could feel the bubbles tickling my nose. He then told me not to move. I could feel the champagne running partly into my mouth and partly down over my breasts. Making my nipples even harder. It was running down over my belly and was making its way right to my clit. I could feel it mixing with my own wetness. He then bent over and licked from my clit up over my tummy, thru the middle of my breasts. Then circling each one to get all of what was poured over them. He then continued up my neck to my lips. I wanted and needed to be kissed so badly and He knew this. This is one thing that He would never hold back from me. He traced my lips with His tongue. I slightly opened my mouth a bit more so when He traced my lips He would also hit my tongue. With that He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as far as the chain connecting me to the ceiling would allow and engulfed my mouth into His. I let out a soft ‘mmmmm’. I could feel Him smile with approval with my lips. I loved to please Him so much. I could feel Him tracing my breasts with His finger tips. And then walking away as His fingers kept in contact with my nipple as long as allowed. I then heard the rattle of the ice in the champagne bucket. I knew what was coming next. I felt the cold sting of the ice cube on my nipples. He had ice in both hands. He just held it upon my nipples. I thought they were going to explode. He ran the ice down my body over my sides and then to my inner thighs. He ran the cubes lightly over my clit switching cubes till they had both melted. I was just about ready to lose it when I felt a feather being dragged across my sides.indian porn story“Sir please no, I am way to ticklish,” I pleaded with Him but to no avail. He kept pulling the feather across my body. I was in tickling agony now. I whimpered almost in tears to Him, “please Sir no more.” And He stopped. He then began running His fingers on the inside of my thighs. I could feel His breath on my neck and on my face. He was teasing me with both His hands on the inside of my thighs just barely hitting my clit. He then whispered in my ear “You know not to cum with out permission.” “Yes Sir,” I replied. He kept running His fingers on both hands from the pinkys to His index fingers over my clit. I was beginning to shake and He knew I needed release.. Just then He told me to cum and I did. I was using the chain that connected me to the ceiling to keep myself from falling over. I was shaking from head to toe. He was holding onto me and I could feel Him shaking from holding me. He unhooked the chain from the ceiling and from the collar. And He gently sat me in a chair that He had placed under me. He removed the spreader bar and my wrist restraints. Then finally He removed my blindfold and kissed me ever so passionately I thought I would cum again. He then laid me on the floor and connected me to eye bolts on the floor and knelt over me. I knew what to do at this point. No words were needed. I opened my mouth and took Him in as far as I could. I could feel Him growing inside of my mouth. I was trying to tease Him by flicking my tongue everywhere but not quite wrapping it around Him yet. I felt Him pinch my nipples hard and I knew this meant to stop teasing Him. But for some reason I just could not stop. He got up and undid my the eye bolts and stood me up. Walked me over to the stockade and placed me in it. Now my head and wrists were not going to move. He stood before me and opened my mouth, and grabbed my hair. He was making sure I would not try to tease Him this time. He had picked up the paddle and whacked my ass with it just to remind me. As He did this I took Him even further into my mouth. I could feel Him hitting the back of my throat. He was holding Himself up by my hair. He dropped the paddle and grabbed my hair with both hands and was pushing Himself are far into my mouth as He could without hurting me. I kept trying to push Him out of my mouth in fear that I would gag. He could sense this and was not happy. He flipped open the stockade and pushed me to the thick rubber mat that was on the floor. He forced my hands up over my head and scolded me not to move them. At this point I knew I would not disobey anything that He said. He pushed my legs open as far as they would go and leaned in towards me. I lifted my hips up in hopes of helping Him. But that was not what He wanted. He got a rope and tied me across the belly down to the mat. He then tied my hands off over my head and then my thighs to the mat spread as far as they would go plus a little more.. Next He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I heard Him get up and the next thing I felt was wax dripping on me just below my chest. It was getting hotter and hotter. I knew He was bringing it closer and closer to my skin. He could see me jump with each drop that fell on me. He put down the candle and knelt between my legs again and said “You will not move this time.” “Yes Sir,” I struggled to say. He ran His cock up and down from my clit to the bottom of my lips very slowly. It took all of what was in me not to move. He continued to tease me.. “Please Sir,” I begged “I need you inside of me Sir. I want to feel you cum inside of me.” He leaned down and whispered “those were the words I was waiting to hear my pet.” And He kissed me and as He did He slid in me. I came almost instantly. And Him feeling my pussy contract around Him tightly made Him cum. He came with so much force I thought He would never stop coming. It felt so good. I never wanted to loose this feeling. While still inside of me, He untied me and we just laid there in each others arms. I felt so safe, so secure, and so very protected.