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Graduation came and went. I was surprised to see my parents in the audience at the ceremony seated next to Ryan and Renee but not surprised that they didn’t talk to me afterward. Now finished with school, I settled into summer and adult life, thankful that my big brother was there next to me.

Ryan was showing himself to be the perfect partner and our relationship was getting better each day. It was weird because there were moments when we interacted that were fully sibling yet minutes later, we behaved like a couple in a long-term relationship.

Though I never questioned what I was going to do, Ryan was excited that I had wanted and planned to keep our child no matter what. He was as engaged as he could be in my pregnancy and accompanied me to my appointments. As my belly grew, Ryan became more open with Gary about my carrying his child.

“You know,” Ryan said to no one in particular one evening while the three of us were watching TV. He was sitting on the sofa and I was laid out across him, positioned so he could rub my modest baby bump. “I was always afraid of this.”

“What?” Gary asked.

Ryan slid his hand under my shirt and absently rubbed my swollen stomach. “Getting a girl pregnant. I guess it’s a bit of karma that I would knock up my sister after taking her virginity.”

“He was your first?” Gary asked me incredulously.

I couldn’t help blushing. “Yeah.”

“Wow.”

Ryan either ignored or didn’t catch Gary’s surprise. “I know. Best fucking cherry I’ve ever popped. And I’m not just saying that.”

“Thanks,” I said unsure how to take it. “I guess.”

“Anyway,” Ryan continued, “I was scared of the thought of being a dad. But, now that it’s happening, I’m okay with it. No, I’m excited. Especially since it’s with you. It’s neat knowing that I did this, that I created a child with you. And kinda hot,” he added.

“Dude,” Gary said with a chuckle. “You are fucking sick. That’s your sister. Your eighteen-year-old sister. You’re closer to thirty than you are to her age. I’m not judging, I’m just saying. I don’t think anyone would be cool with this outside of West Virginia. But, and I hate myself for thinking this, you two actually make a decent couple.”

“I know,” Ryan said with his own laugh. I could feel his dick hardening beneath me and wondered how long it would be until he took me into our bedroom to take care of it. Unlike the early days after I moved in, he had now gotten to a place where he no longer held back his desire for sex, but if I said no, which I occasionally did, that was the end of it. “I think that’s why it’s so hot. I knocked up my baby sister. Don’t get me wrong, I love you, Rach, and it’s not just about the sex, but you were already the most beautiful girl and the hottest fuck I ever had. Now you’re so much better. Pregnancy suits you. Gets my dick hard just thinking about you carrying my child sometimes.”

“Ryan!” He had often told me the same thing when we were alone but I was surprised to hear him say that out loud with Gary here.

My brother looked at me without a hint of remorse. “What? He already knows we fuck. I put this kid in you. No sense in pretending otherwise.”

I looked over at Gary and he shrugged looking as embarrassed as I was.

Ryan pushed me to my feet then stood himself. His growing erection was prominent and unmissable tenting his basketball shorts and he made no move to conceal it. “If it makes you happy, I won’t say that I’m taking you back to the room to fuck you now.”

I didn’t meet Gary’s eyes as I was led out of the living room. Once behind the closed door of our room, Ryan wasted no time getting me undressed before pulling off his own shorts. He sat on the edge of the bed with his hard cock leaning drunkenly against his abdomen and had me stand between his open legs. He gave my belly a few light kisses before pulling me onto his lap. In the process, he had to lean back on his elbows in order to accommodate my midsection.

“Fuck, that’s nice, babe,” he said as I settled on his thighs. Ryan’s hands moved continually over my swollen abdomen and tits while I gently rose and fell on his cock. “I love that you’re carrying my kid. I’m gonna put a few more in you someday.”

His certainty about that fact stoked my arousal. More than his professions of love it signified to me that he intended for us to be together for a while and it provided an assurance I didn’t know I had been seeking.

—

“Rach?”

“In here. In the frickin sauna!”

A few moments later Ryan appeared and entered our room. Home from work, he was in a shirt and tie with slacks and dress shoes. He was attractive when in casual wear, but dressed like this took him to a new level. The clothing combined with his classically handsome features and tall, lean body made him worthy of any photo spread.

“What the hell, babe?” His voice was light as he tried to hold back his laughter and closed the bedroom door behind him. “What if Gary had come home?”

“Right izmit escort now, I really don’t care if a high school marching band led a parade passed the door. I’m hot.” I was completely naked on the bed with a fan blowing directly on me even though it was a slightly chilly fall day outside. In my eighth month, I was truly uncomfortable and ready to be done with this pregnancy. I was still excited to be a mother, but I wanted my body back to myself.

Ryan laughed as he began to undress. I could already see the hard ridge pressing against the leg of his pants and was not surprised to hear him say, “I hope you don’t mind some company. I can’t let this go to waste.”

I glared at him. “As long as it doesn’t involve touching me, I don’t care.”

“Maybe just a little touching.” He pulled off his pants and boxers in one move and his hardening dick flew upward after its confinement. As he climbed onto the bed between my legs he began stroking himself. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

“No, I’m not. I’m huge.” I had put on only a few pounds over the course of the pregnancy but my belly was now swollen almost comically in comparison to the rest of my lean body. Lying there on the bed, I could just see the last millimeter of the tips of my big toes beyond it. My breasts were engorged and had become even larger yet, oddly, I didn’t feel they were out of place anymore. When they were simply hanging there they had bothered me, but now that they contained the milk that would feed our child, I was okay with their size. Even though Ryan told me multiple times each day that I was beautiful, I found it hard to believe. “I look and feel like a beached whale that swallowed all of humanity.”

“Not to me,” he said softly. I wasn’t surprised when he stretched out his other hand and began to rub my distended belly. Beyond my baby bump I couldn’t see more than the regular motion of his arm as he continued to work his dick. “I love the sight of you like this. You’ve got our baby growing inside you. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world.”

I appreciated his words, really, but the hormones coursing through my body wasn’t having it. “You just like knowing that you got me pregnant.”

“Well, yeah. Of course. I wouldn’t be thrilled if you were having some other guy’s kid. Happy you’re a mother, sure. Happy to be an uncle, of course. But this is my fucking baby that we made together. I did this to you.”

“Yeah, you did,” I grumbled.

“Come on, Rach. Don’t be like that.” He leaned down and planted a light kiss on my stomach. “I know you’re moody and uncomfortable but I’m here. We’re here together. I can’t take turns and carry this baby with you, but I’m not going to let you be miserable. We’re going to have a baby together. It might not have been planned but I’m so glad we took the chance on your birthday and now have something we both can be proud of.”

In that moment, as much as I tried, I couldn’t hate him. He had said all the right things. Not because he was just spitting out words to calm me but because he genuinely felt them. He was ecstatic and eager to be a father, to help raise the child I was carrying and I could feel his love for me growing along with the size of my belly. I loved him and the ultimate gift he had given me just as much, but I wished there was another way for us to have this kid. “I love you, jerk. But I’m really starting to think you are turning into one of those guys who wants me to stay barefoot and pregnant, constantly pushing out children for you.”

Ryan rose to his knees and angled his dick to rub it over my stomach leaving a slimy trail of precum in its wake. “I love you, too. And I do plan on putting more babies in you because I do like seeing you pregnant. But in the future, we’ll plan them. No more surprises, no matter how nice it is.”

“Agreed.”

Ryan cupped his hand over his dick and pressed it against the side of my stomach then began to thrust into the makeshift tunnel. He let out a soft moan as he found his rhythm.

His dick and hand seared my flesh, exacerbating the hot flash I was having but I didn’t stop him. This was one of those moments when I was happy to let him take his pleasure while not taking any myself. As my pregnancy had progressed, both of us had seen an increase in our sex drive. At least once a day we had intercourse, and I usually serviced him one additional time. He tried to spin it as much as he could, but I knew he was turned on simply by seeing me pregnant, by knowing that he had gotten his youngest sister pregnant. Though I would never admit it to him, I also found it hot knowing my big brother had impregnated me.

Ryan let out a soft gasp. “Oh, fuck.”

A short moment later, he began to unload onto my belly. Like a fountain, his cum shot out of him upward a short distance before making a shallow arc and landing on the top of my belly. His cum was hot when it hit, even more so than his hand and cock. Thankfully, it cooled quickly and tamed yahya kaptan escort some of the fire in my own body. The growing number of gelatinous puddles quivered as he continued to thrust against me in his orgasm and my torso rose and fell with each breath. After the main force subsided, I could feel his cum running between us, lubricating his dick as he continued to slowly massage it against my flesh. Not for the first time, I was amazed by the size of his load and thought it was amazing that he hadn’t impregnated me—or any other girl—sooner.

“So nice,” he said just before he leaned down and began licking me clean.

I sighed with contentment as he worked. His tongue was warmer than I wanted on my body but the rough texture was soothing and he left behind some wetness that helped to further cool my body. Even after he finished eating his load off me, he continued to wash my belly with his tongue for a few moments.

Ryan gave one last, salacious lick that was accompanied by a moan of satisfaction before he sat up. “Fuck, you taste good covered in my cum.”

I met the kiss he pressed to my lips, tasting his lingering bitterness in and on his mouth. While I had never considered such a thing before the first time he had licked his cum off my face, I now found it arousing when my brother ate his own load off me. And though I wasn’t in the mood for sex, I still sought as much of flavor as I could with my tongue while we kissed.

After a few moments, he pulled back and asked, “So what’s for dinner?”

I glared at his back as he left the bed and went to put on shorts and a shirt. “Unless you’re going to cook, you just had it. I’m not going anywhere near that kitchen anytime soon. It’s too fucking hot!”

—

Our son, Ryan David Carlson, Junior, was born a week earlier than expected. Nice and healthy, he weighed more than either Ryan or I had at birth. On our way home from the hospital, Ryan told me that our parents and sister had been to see the baby in the nursery. I was sad that they still weren’t talking to me but happy that they at least saw the baby.

“Did they ask about the name?”

“Yeah,” Ryan said hesitantly. “Don’t be mad, but I told them you named him that because you wanted to thank me, against my wishes. They still have no idea.”

“That’s fine.” And it was. “I get it. No sense in both of us being in the doghouse.”

“Yeah. But now that he’s here, I want everyone to know about my son, my family.”

Hearing a sniffle, I turned my head to look at Ryan. There were unshed tears pooled in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips.

“My family,” he repeated softly. “I’m a dad.”

—

“Wha’ doin’?”

“You’ll figure it out,” I said as I took Ryan’s morning wood into my mouth.

He groaned sleepily sounding bothered but unwilling to stop me. “Why?”

“Because you deserve it.” And he did.

For the two weeks since I had given birth, Ryan had been a doting father and attentive partner. Many nights when RJ awoke crying, Ryan urged me to stay in bed while he took care of changing diapers and bringing our son to me for feeding even though he had to be up for early shifts at work. When he was home, he did as much as he could and left me little, insisting that I needed to rest as much as I could. That was in addition to him picking up extra shifts. In the short time he had been at the new job, he had already received a raise and was a serious contender for a promotion.

Understandably, after giving birth I wasn’t much in the mood for—or able to—have sex. And while Ryan hadn’t complained or signaled any need, I knew he could use the relief.

With his dick in my mouth, I slowly fellated him, moving up and down his length with all of the affection and reverence that I could muster that early in the morning. Even though he had an office job and it was the middle of winter, his crotch was musky and smelled of sweat. It only enhanced the masculine flavor of his dick.

After a few passes, I felt him place a heavy hand on my head to steady me as he began to thrust up into my mouth. He wasn’t forceful but there was a determination behind his movements that spoke of the need he had been suppressing. Only a short time later I heard him take a deep breath. “Rachel.”

The soft exhalation of my name immediately preceded his cock swelling as he began to pump his pent up load into my mouth. Knowing what he’d want, I held it in my mouth easily despite the larger than normal amount. After the bulk of his ejaculation passed, I took a little extra time to milk his shaft empty before I pulled off. As expected, he guided my mouth to his and moaned as I shared his load with him. Coated in his cum, our tongues battled each other until we had swallowed it all.

After a few more moments sharing each other’s mouths, he said against my lips, “Good morning to you, too.”

—

I had just put RJ to my breast when Ryan arrived home from work. We exchanged gebze escort greetings and small talk for a moment before he went to change. When he returned he stood silently against a wall watching me talk and sing softly to our son while he nursed. After RJ had his fill and was burped, I put him down in the playpen in the living room for a nap. While my back was turned, I felt more than heard Ryan walk up behind me. I expected him to stand next to me in order to stare at our son as he had many times before. Instead, he pressed himself against my back.

His dick was hard trapped in his boxers and he lightly thrust it against me while his hands came around me and palmed my breasts. He leaned down slightly to nuzzle my neck and said, “I was thinking maybe I should get a taste of what my son’s been eating. Got enough in there for me?”

I grimaced at the thought of him drinking my milk. But his continued thrusting against me and massaging of my breasts coaxed me into changing my mind. “Sure.”

Ryan gave my neck a light kiss then he took one of my hands in his and led me to our bedroom.

He sat on the edge of our bed and guided me to stand between his legs then opened my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. With both of my breasts exposed, he took a moment to look over my chest. His eyes roamed randomly before focusing on something for a moment then, after getting his fill of that sight, they found another point of interest. Slowly, his hands came up to cup my breasts. His long, thick fingers moved over them in a way that was not massaging or kneading but more like he was testing the resilience of my flesh. Moments later, he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. The firm point touched one of my puffy nipples then lightly traced a circle around it. After it completed a few circuits, he quickly flicked it back and forth causing the nub to stiffen slightly. He then flattened his tongue and gave it a long, slow swipe with the wet, broad surface then took it into his mouth.

Involuntarily, I let out a moan and gripped his head as he began to drink from the same breast his son had just fed from. The feeling of RJ on my breast had been innocent and nurturing, a biological need that was beautiful in its simplicity. What Ryan, my brother and the father of my child was doing was the definition of lecherous. He drank from me not out of necessity but because he wanted to. It was yet another way that our incestuous relationship perverted what we had been taught about the natural order of things.

As he continued to feed, I saw him free his dick from his shorts and begin to stroke himself slowly. While my fists barely closed around his girth, his long fingers had no trouble. Wanting to take care of him myself I reached out to take over but he pushed my hand away. Understandably, I didn’t often see him masturbate because I was usually the one servicing his cock, so I felt a bit of irrational jealousy at him refusing to let me do it now. Sure, I had seen him work himself when he pulled out wanting to deposit his load outside of my body or when we switched positions between sex acts, but intentional masturbation was rare. However, the more I watched him, the more I realized that in this moment I could not help him. That belief was cemented when he moved to tongue then suck from my other breast.

Ryan was in a happy place that had everything and nothing to do with me. In his own way, he was acknowledging and worshipping me as a mother, the woman who had carried and given birth to his son. There were also expressions of love and desire for me, his mate in the way he touched me. Occasionally, he would look up into my eyes then let out a moan while the corners of his mouth lifted in a smirk and I knew he was thinking about the fact that I was his sister, that I was the woman who had given him a child and that I would do it again and again. All the while he slowly stroked himself as if he were alone with one of his fantasies.

After doing a second pass on each breast, Ryan lay back on the bed. His fist moved faster and his breathing became shorter while his eyes locked onto mine. With a grunt, he released his load with the first shot impacting the underside of his chin. The next shot landed on his neck and each subsequent one came to rest progressively lower on his torso. His cum formed a dotted line to where his cock eventually lay drooling on his abdomen. He let out a deep breath as his body went limp. “Fuck. Somebody ought to clean this mess.”

I was already moving before he spoke and kneeled on the mattress next to him. I took my time licking and sucking the cum off his body, swallowing his essence with no intention of sharing. My body was pleasantly warm with arousal but because I was still out of commission I didn’t want to do anything that might make it worse and sharing my brother’s cum with him would definitely make it worse. Once his body had been cleaned, I took his softening dick into my mouth and suckled on it, drinking down the still leaking dregs of his load as he had drunk the milk from my breasts. I continued sucking on him even after his dick reached it final flaccid size and stopped dribbling watery cum.

After a few moments I heard him chuckle. “You are such a fucking liar.”

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It was an early Sunday evening, all she could do was watch the television and wonder if he would ever call. So Meredith decided instead of waiting around all night for him, she would take a relaxing soak in the tub.

Meredith closed the drain on the tub, and turned the water to a steamy setting, adding a few drops of body wash to make some suds. Knowing no one was in the apartment, she went to the living room and found every candle she could and lit them each in the bathroom, one in her bedroom. She turned the television to a soft rock music channel that she remembered listening to when making love to him a few weeks before.

Meredith stepped back into the bathroom to see the tub hardly full. She removed the pants she had been lounging in all day, she was wearing white satin thong and watched as it fell down around her delicate ankles. The tank top she was wearing was tight enough to hold her large breasts in place, as she removed the top her breasts fell to a more natural position, her nipples soft.

The bath by now was ready for her, she beylikdüzü escort set one of the candles on the edge, and stepped over. The water was almost too hot, but really just right. She relaxed her tight bubbly ass into the water, the tub filled naturally – she shut the water off. The suds were perfect, the music was peaceful, and the room was lightly fluttering with candles. “This is so relaxing,” Meredith thought to herself.

As she sat, she soaked her loofa with water and suds, and ran it over her bare body. The water ran over her nipples, around her neck, and back down. Meredith felt compelled to lean back against the tub, and let her long brown hair float in the water. As she lay, she bent her knees, and moved her feet up to the wall .. the water gushed over now open pussy, and Meredith let out a moan. Feeling her nipples become hard, Meredith touched them. Her breasts were large, men loved them – she normally did not, but at that point she did. They sent a wave of sensation throughout her body as she started to lick and suck on her own beylikdüzü escort bayan breasts. Closing her eyes, she let her hands roam over her stomach and down her thighs, moving one hand back up to her breast for more of that pleasure. Grabbing her loofa again, she picked up more water just to run over her hard nipples. A puddle formed in-between her breasts and started to run down her chest onto her neck.

Meredith again let her hands roam, this time touching her hairless pussy. She rubbed her breast, and allowed a hand to softly glide along her soft cunt, guiding her fingers along her clit, she moaned again. Her moans started to get harder and her breathing heavier as her fingers slid inside of her. She could feel her body relaxing more, and her legs opening further – her nipples were still hard, and her clit was aching to be touched. She moved her fingers out of her and lightly rubbed her hard clit, opening her eyes to see the candle sitting along side the tub – and watching it flicker. She moved her finger to the pattern of the candle, beylikduzu escort imagining herself being licked by a man. Closing her eyes again, she rubbed her fingers around her clit, making circular motions and then dipping them back inside of her.

Letting out moans, and closing her eyes, she felt herself wanting to cum. Her ass started to lift, and her clit was exposed to the cold air. As she brought it back under the water a feeling never felt before occurred, she almost orgasmed just from the gush of water coming back over her. She began to finger herself harder, rubbing her clit more rapidly, lifting herself in and out of the water, squeezing her nipple with her free hand, she began to scream out in ecstasy, “oh God, yes!” She began to climax, and slowed down her rubbing to make the erotic feeling prolong itself. She lightly rubbed her thighs and legs, allowing her feet back into the, now warm, water. She relaxed herself back into the tub, let her fingers roam over her body – feeling every ounce of herself tingle after this amazing orgasm.

Meredith continued her bath, then stood to wash herself off. Turned off the water, reached for her towel, dried her soaked body, blew out the candles, and returned to her bed to fall asleep to the music. She had never experienced a more relaxing bath, or overwhelming orgasm.

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The skinny old man with a droopy moustache came into the dark bedroom. Parking his walking frame, 78-year-old Albert Fish slipped between the sheets snuggled up against the wool nightdress of Maggie.

“I love you Maggie,” he wheezed.

“You stupid Casanova,” grumbled Maud Macdonald (83). “Maggie’s in the next room, but you may as well stay here now. What do you have in mind?”

“A fuck.”

“What’s that?”

Albert explained and finally Maud’s memory triggered and she realized what he was talking about. That made her excited. She’d had her last one around forty or forty-two years ago shortly before liquored-up husband Roy was killed crossing a railway track in front of a train that apparently he’d not realized was moving.

She turned on the light and they both struggled to kick down the top sheet and light blanket.

“I’ll need to be soaped up or something – I’m very dry these days, Albert darling.”

“Soap – I’ve got 21st Century stuff,” said Albert, pointing to a liter bottle of lube he’d placed on the dressing table. This should be enough.”

“Then lube me, Albert,” cackled Maud.

“Which is the right crack?” asked Albert, peering between her wrinkly legs.

“Probably the most central one, but does it matter? Just slosh it around and get a finger working; fingers know where to go.”

It was slow going. Thirty minutes later Albert had Maud huffing and puffing. Finally she went ‘Zizzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”

“Did you cum?”

“Wouldn’t have a clue, but I feel as if I’m sitting mersin escort on a cloud.”

“That’s either a genuine ejaculation or you’re deceived your mind into thinking you’ve had one, which is called a phantom ejaculation. I reckon it doesn’t really matter at your age which type it is because we’re not trying to conceive.”

“Conceive what?”

“Children.”

“Oh, how many?”

“I’ll try to give you as many as you want, Maud – but no promises,” leered Albert.

Maud felt something pressing into her bony thigh and reached for it.

“Oh glory be,” she cried. “You can still get it stiff at the age of one hundred.”

“Seventy-eight actually,” Albert said proudly, aware that with Maud’s warm hand around his dick it was getting extra backbone.

“Should I put it in and see how we go?”

“Yes please.”

Forty-eight minutes later and after three pit stops for more lube, Albert felt his well-seasoned and these days much smaller nuts begin to tighten.

“I’m beginning to cum,” he said proudly.

“Come where?”

“Blast huge dollops of cum into your hole, silly.”

“Oh. I don’t really know if I want that stinking stuff pumped in there. There’s no need for it really.”

Albert worried that this negative feedback might bring sag to his dick.

“It’s good for my ego to be able to fill a women’s twat with cum.”

“Oh, in that case you better proceed. You must have spent a lot on that lube.”

“Nah – Nurse Jenkins supplies it. She dons a rubber glove and escort mersin jerks off any of the men who want a thrill. But she and I do it proper.”

“Nurse Jenkins does this with you – but she’s only a slip of a girl?”

“She’d eighteen and wants to gain experience.

“According to her young bucks have a dozen thrusts and it’s then goodnight nurse. My record with her for one fuck from start to ejaculation is one-forty.”

“That’s quick.”

“One hour, forty minutes, silly.”

“Oh Albert – if only I’d met you sixty years ago. We could have been making love all through the night.”

Bang! That did it.

Albert heaved and grunted and finally discharged his biggest shot into an older woman (they tend to lie still with their eyes closed and mouths clenched shut) – it was probably a quarter of a teaspoon.

After resting Albert slipped out of bed and stepped inside his walking frame.

“Good night, dear.”

“Good night Albert. You are welcome to be with me every night.”

Keeping two women going was a bit tough on Albert, but Nurse Jenkins persuaded the dietician to increase nourishment for Albert who everyone could see was losing weight.

That did the trick. Without three weeks he was scurrying about on his walking frame being quite a menace. Nurse Jenkins found better nourishment was increasing his sperm flow and she purchased a supply of sex enhancement pills off the Internet and Albert began thrusting her to new heights in ecstasy.

Maud was also benefiting, looking mersin escort bayan forward to Albert’s nightly visit. Albert had her between 9:00 and 10:00 and he’d shower and go off to sleep, to be awoken at 6:00 next morning by the Nurse Jenkins slipping nude between the sheets five times a week.

Albert was very proud of his performance, but the crowning moment came when he was passing Maud’s children outside her room one afternoon and heard one of them say: “The doctor can’t explain mom’s revival – he says her breathing rate has improved and her circulation has improved beyond recognition.”

“Yes said her youngest daughter. Mom looks ten years younger than when she came into this place three months ago. Their care-giving is magnificent.”

Albert eyed that daughter wondering if he should befriend her. She often came in alone and her overweight husband seemed to show no affection for her. He’d heard Maud call her Susan.

“Hullo Susan,” he said, smiling, and ignoring the others around her.

“Oh hullo,” said Susan, breaking away and coming over to Albert. You must be Mr Fish. Mom is talks about you frequently. She made the oddest remark the other day when I was talking about a personal problem of neglect. She said Albert Fish would be a tonic for me.

“Can you explain what she meant?”

“I think she’s taking about sex, Susan.”

Susan blushed and said hush. She then invited Albert to walk with her out in the garden.

“You are wearing lovely perfume, Susan.”

She blushed again.

“I think I could get to rather like you, you foxy old man.”

She giggled and watched fascinated as Albert licked his lips, looking straight at her 54-year-old bust.

“I need to sit down, Albert,” she whispered unsteadily.

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One of my first jobs after finishing college thirty years ago was to work at the home of a couple whose fortune was made in the real-estate boom in Texas. I was 25 then, they were in their early forties. I had a lanky athletic build, being 5′ 10″, 175 lbs., and loved cycling, using every opportunity to bicycle, even to work.

The couple I worked for was normal in every respect except for one detail I hadn’t noticed at first. They didn’t sleep together. For whatever reason unknown to me at the time, they slept in separate bedrooms. While I worked hard week by week to maintain their home, clean their cars and water the plants in their sprawling multi-floored residence, their twenty-one year old maid took care of the laundry and cooking. As time went on, I became more familiar with the wife, who was actually my boss more than the husband. She was extraordinarily beautiful and elegant, intelligent and witty. I began to have sexual fantasies about her and couldn’t help but integrate her into my daily masturbation sessions, which were sometimes conducted on their pool-house toilet.

I was a typical horny male who hadn’t had much sexual experience except for a lot of masturbation when young conducted while looking at my father’s porn magazines. I had a girlfriend that I loved but had never sex with. Her older sister attempted to seduce me, but I stopped her advances before they progressed to intercourse because I cared so much for her sister. I had a normal youth’s fantasies that focused especially on performing cunnilingus.

As time went on, I became familiar with the interior of the couple’s home, and I eventually found a drawer full of Mrs. B.’s used pantyhose–they were clean but she had worn them at least once. I would stare at them in the drawer–different colors, all sheer and seamless, and I knew that the crotch fabric had touched her pussy and asshole. I was especially drawn to the white ones since I had seen her wear them and I liked the way white showed off her sexy legs. I took a pair, stuffed them in my pocket, and took them to the pool-house where I used them in my masturbation sessions, sniffing and licking the fabric and rubbing my erect penis against the crotch before I ejaculated into them. I dabbed up the semen and let them dry, slipping them back into her drawer. The stain was barely visible on the white fabric, but it excited me knowing that her pussy would contact my semen.

I occasionally wore a pair under my jeans, and was especially excited when I wore them in her presence. Their tightness, since my hips were broader than hers, stimulated my penis and scrotum. I would fantasize what she would say if I suddenly pulled off my jeans in front of her, projecting and lunging my hips and my erect cock towards her, and telling her that the pantyhose I was wearing were hers. Once, I wore a pair for several hours, went up to her bedroom, slipped them off, placed them in her drawer, and put on my own underwear and jeans.

As I gained experience working at their house, Mrs. B. became more familiar with me, and I often met with her in the morning to discuss the plans for my work day. She often was still in bed wearing her negligee or in her bathroom preparing to shower or dress. I once saw her in lingerie walking up the stairs to her bedroom, with her hand covering her private area under her panties and garter and her arm blocking my view of her breasts in her lift-up bra as we passed on the stairs.

I came upstairs to her bedroom once to talk to her and I saw her from behind sitting on her bathroom stool wearing only pantyhose, her full backside exposed to me while she talked on the phone. I stood staring at her for nearly a minute and she never glanced back at me, even though she must have known I was there.

Other instances included when she asked me to hold a ladder while she climbed up to retrieve some shoes from the top of her closet. She was dressed in a very tight skirt and nude pantyhose, and my eyes were fixed on her backside. I couldn’t help but look at her sexy legs and gaze up her skirt as she stood near the top of the ladder. I could look right between her legs at where her vulva and anus were through the thin fabric. I thought that she must have known what she was revealing to me, even playfully warning me not to look up her skirt.

Then there were the times she would talk to me from the stairs while she’d sit at face level and slightly spread apart her legs as we talked so I could look up her skirt. Once, after I purchased her a workout bike, she asked me how to adjust the seat. Then she went into her bathroom to change and emerged wearing a thong leotard cut high on the hips. Her protruding, round buttocks were quite visible through the thin, sheer fabric. She even noticed me ogling her backside as she sat astride the bicycle seat but didn’t say anything. I also saw her dressed in a slit skirt, with no discernible underwear, a see-through bra walking around the house displaying her full breasts and nipples, and a very skimpy thong bikini down at the pool. One time she wore a one-piece, see-through bikini and went swimming while I worked down at the pool-house. mersin escort When she came out of the water, her tits, nipples, and pussy we’re completely visible. Putting all these incidents together made me think that exposing herself to me in these ways could only mean that she was trying to seduce me.

She began to share personal details of her sex life, mentioning her husband’s infidelities as the reason for their estrangement and her lack of an intimate partner. She was upset that he “would rather screw some young girl instead of me” and that she had to masturbate as a result. She asked me what I thought of masturbation and when I told her I practiced in it regularly, she admitted she also engaged in masturbation almost daily, adding that she preferred a dildo to her fingers or hand but was too embarrassed to purchase one in a porn shop. When I offered to get her one, she told me to get her one that looked and felt realistic, was flexible, soft and not too large and she would repay me. I told her I didn’t know what too large meant, and she said to use my own penis as a gauge.

When I presented it to her I told her I forgot to get her lubricant for vaginal insertion but she told me she already had some. She reported back a few days later that she really appreciated my getting it for her and it was a real help to her falling asleep. I asked her how insertion of the dildo felt and how long she needed to masturbate each night and she said having a dildo inside her vagina felt almost as good as a real penis and it took her about twenty minutes of pumping inside her pussy to reach orgasm.

She said, “how about you?” How long do you jack off before you cum? And do you ejaculate each time?”

I said, “usually, about the same length of time, ” depending on what I was thinking about when I’m doing it. And yes, I usually ejaculate each time I masturbate. Of course, there are times when I don’t feel well and I just can’t reach a climax.”

“I know what you mean. So what do you think about when you masturbate?”

“Do you really want me to tell you?”

“Yes, don’t be shy. I’m a mature woman and I know everything there is to know about sex.”

“You do? Ok, I’ll tell you. I like to think about licking a woman’s pussy, especially if I know her. Sometimes when I’m standing next to a woman, I will fantasize about licking her pussy. That’s what I think of mostly when I’m masturbating.”

“Mmm, I also like to masturbate while thinking about having my pussy licked, especially by a younger man.”

“Great. So we masturbate thinking about the same thing.”

“Except I’m receiving it and you’re giving it.”

“Yes, I really hope that soon I’ll find a woman who will let me put my face between her legs so I can lick her vulva, her most sensitive area.”

“I expect that sooner or later, some woman will offer to let you perform this service on her, probably someone you already know. Tell me, have you ever fantasized about licking my pussy?”

“Oh, Mrs. B., I was hoping you wouldn’t ask. Yes, I have, frequently. I dream about you forcing me to lie between your legs and beneath your buttocks to lick your cunt and asshole.”

“I thought as much. And what about intercourse; have you had your penis inside a girl’s vagina yet?”

“No on that score, either.”

“Wow, that’s tough, to be horny and not to be able to have sex. Well, hopefully while in my employ, you will begin to have a regular, healthy sex life.”

I was getting horny during this conversation, and I was at that moment thinking of Mrs. B’s cunt, and what it would feel and taste like to be kissing and licking it.

There was a time when she seemed very lonely and asked me to come upstairs to talk to her. She had on a tight-fitting short skirt. I started feeling horny as I she spoke to me in a hushed voice. She had a couch near her bed and asked me to sit in it as we talked. She sat very close to me and at one point pressed her pantyhose-clad thigh against mine. Her blouse was slightly open and I could clearly see the mounds of the top of her breasts as I peered over. She told me that she was very lonely and asked me to take her to see a movie. I told her I didn’t think it was appropriate as she was a mature, married woman. She said not to worry about it, as her husband would not mind of he found out, but probably would never know.

So, we ended up going to see La Bonne, a French erotic movie with sub-titles at a small theatre. She had dressed in an elegant low-cut dress showing ample cleavage. I knew I would be staring at her breasts in that dress all night.

The plot line was strangely coincidental, with the neglected wife of a wealthy investor become sexually involved with her maid, and the two of them performing mutual masturbation and cunnilingus. I asked Mrs. B. If she liked the subject of the movie and she said it was something that she fantasied about. I asked her if she meant having oral sex with Annabelle and she said, “yes, but she is resistant.” During the movie she asked me why I had not yet performed cunnilingus on a woman.

“I just haven’t had the proper relationship mersin escort bayan with a woman to perform it.”

“Then you’ve desired to lick a woman’s pussy all these years?”

“Yes, although I have earnestly desired to perform the act on a woman in my fantasies, I have not had an opportunity.”

“Would you like to lick a woman’s pussy now?” she asked.

“Yes, I have, very much so.”

“Would you like to lick the pussy of a woman who’s older than you?”

“Yes, I think I would like that fine.”

“Good, because I’m looking for a younger man to regularly perform cunnilingus on me. Would you be interested in doing so on me?”

“I think if you presented your pussy to me right now, I’d be inclined to perform it on you. Yes, I would definitely like to have my face between your legs and my lips glued to your vagina, Mrs. B.”

“Well, I’ll think of a scenario where we can indulge your sexual fantasies upon me.”

“Oh, Mrs. B., I would really love to lick your pussy in a proper way. Will you show me how to do it? Will you be my teacher?”

“Yes, I will lie so on the bed that you can lie with your face between my legs or I shall sit upon your face.”

“Aren’t you worried that Mr. B. will find out?”

“Mr. B. is screwing young girls instead of me. He isn’t going to care if I ask you for sexual favors. Besides, it’s not intercourse.”

I told her I was hard now because of the movie and thinking about licking her pussy. She asked me “not to masturbate too much thinking about it.” I told her I wouldn’t be able to help it. She told me not to worry, that soon enough I would taste her vaginal fluids as she moaned in sexual pleasure.

Shortly afterwards, Mrs. B. was ill and asked Annabelle, the young maid, to help her insert a suppository up her rectum. Annabelle was a short brunette who often wore a white skirt without a slip so you could clearly see her panties through her skirt. Having told Mrs. B. that she didn’t feel comfortable touching her in such an intimate way, Anabelle proposed that I come up and perform this service for her since she couldn’t reach behind her own buttocks to insert the pill. Annabelle came downstairs and told me I was needed immediately upstairs by Mrs. B. but didn’t tell me why. When I arrived, she was sitting on the bed in a short nightgown.

She explained that she wasn’t feeling well and thought a suppository would help. I assumed she wanted a vaginal suppository and that she needed me to go to the store and buy one, but she said, no, she was constipated and already had the pill but she needed help inserting it into her rectum and, unfortunately, couldn’t do it herself. I was shocked but told her I would try to help. She unwrapped it and handed it to me, and told me to sit on a stool at the edge of the bed.

She got on the bed on all fours facing away from me and told Annabelle to lift up her nightgown over her hips and spread apart her buttocks and that I didn’t have to look if I didn’t want to. I told her it wouldn’t bother me to look, but it was strange staring at her crotch–her spread open ass cheeks, hairy pussy and anus–with Annabelle standing next to me spreading open the flesh around Mrs. B.’s anus. She told me to lubricate my index finger with KY jelly, press the pill firmly against her anus, push it in, and hold it inside her rectum for a minute or so until it dissolved. She said she had rinsed herself on her bidet so she should be reasonably clean. She said she hoped she didn’t embarrass us showing us her hairy genital area, but I said it was okay, and that her labia were beautiful.

As I inserted the pill inside her, she winced and cried out but as my finger went in, she said it felt good. My penis was becoming engorged as I felt the pressure of her anal sphincter as it gripped my finger. I commented that her anus was very tight around my finger. She acknowledged that her husband had also said that her anus was tight. I stared at her clitoris and labia, and she probably assumed I was enthralled by the sight of the pussy I had wanted to lick, but she never asked about it. After a few minutes I withdrew my finger and she said that, hopefully, she would be able to defecate soon. She thanked me and Annabelle and told me to wash my hands in her bathroom.

She requested that I remain while she tried to have a bowel movement. She had me sit on a chair across from her while she lifted up her nightgown and sat on her toilet. I could see her facial expression go from pain as she strained to push out her stool to one of relief as I heard the stool drop into the bowl. She wiped and stood up in front of me nude. I stared at her hairy bush as my cock grew harder.

“Is your asshole sore now from pushing so hard? I bet that feels better now.”

“Yes, although it’s sore from so much straining. Could I ask you to once more put your finger in my ass and spread some mentholated lubricant inside?”

“Sure, no problem, I don’t mind.”

She got on the edge of the bed and once more bent over with her head on the bed, lifting her skirt over her buttocks, and with both her hands, spread her ass cheeks escort mersin wide open. I could see her hairy vulva and her anal sphincter again.

I spread some lubricant on my finger and plunged my middle finger into her while she moaned. Clearly she was experiencing sexual pleasure from this. I pumped my finger in and out and in slow circles. I also caressed her labia and gently rubbed her clitoris.

“Are you hard, Daniel?”

“You know it. I feel like I’m very close to coming.”

“You can jack off if you want to. Slip off your jeans.”

I withdrew my finger and I removed my jeans and underwear. I grabbed by erection and starting stroking it as I stared at her behind. As she peered at me from between her legs, she reached behind her great buttocks and spread apart her crack even more so I could get a good look at both of her openings. My stroking became furious as I approached my climax.

“Cum onto these pantyhose that I just wore so I can lick up your semen,” she said as I shot my load into the crotch of her worn pantyhose. She took the hose from my hand and smelled the emission before sucking it into her mouth. She swallowed while I watched.

“That was so intense. I really liked staring at your crotch like that. I kept thinking how you would smell and taste in there. Thank you for helping me to ejaculate.” She thanked me as I washed and I left.

Annabelle later asked me if I felt horny looking at her bare crotch and to have my finger up inside her anus. I told her that my penis had become hard while I was looking at her pussy. She thought it strange that she would tell us about her husband finding her anus tight. I told her that she probably wanted us both to see her sex organs close-up since she fantasized about both young men and women performing cunnilingus on her. Her husband had probably performed anal sex on her, and that I would undoubtedly think of the images of her pussy and asshole the next time I masturbated. Annabelle asked how often I masturbated, and I told her once a day, usually in the pool-house around noon.

“Really,” she gasped, “I had no idea you were so horny. Would you mind if I tagged along with you to the pool-house some time when it’s time for you to do your thing?”

I asked why, and she said she thought it might be exciting to sit outside the bathroom and talk to me while I was in a “state of total horniness” and she would like to listen to any sounds I’d make. I said maybe she could masturbate with me, and she said it was possible. I asked her if she masturbated much and she said, “About once a day, when I go to bed at night.” I told her thought it was cool that we could discuss masturbation together.

Not long after the suppository incident, as I masturbated, I had a strong fantasy that I wanted to confess to Mrs. B. that since I had seen her genital area, I had the need to masturbate in the pool-house once a day, around lunch time, and if she needed me, that’s where I’d be. She told me she understood that the sight of her pussy had been exciting to me, and that it was okay, as long as I cleaned up the semen afterwards. Sometimes around 12:00 noon she’d ask me if I was getting ready to go down to jack off. I told her I was. She offered me one of her women’s lingerie catalogs to help me with my sexual fantasies as I stroked.

“I know the girls in these catalogs aren’t nude, but try looking at the pictures while you are masturbating and let me know if they help you. I have a lot of lingerie catalogs and you can take them down with you to the pool-house and store them in a cabinet, out of view. If these don’t work, I’ll have to get you something stronger.”

“You mean porn?”

“Yes, or I’ll give you pictures to look at.”

“Do you have some pictures of nude women?”

“No, but we can take some.”

“Do you mean we could take pictures of you?”

“Yes, but first try these catalogs and see if they don’t help.”

I thanked her and stuffed several of them under my arm. After several masturbation sessions I told her they were helpful, especially the taller women in sheer pantyhose, but I needed to look at a picture of a woman’s pussy when I masturbate. She told me to come into her bedroom and she would let me take some Polaroid pictures of her pussy. She lifted up her skirt and showed me her thong panties. I asked her if I could get a few pictures of her in her panties. She lay on the bed and opened her legs, pulling the fabric of her panties up so that the crotch was pulled up between her labia.

“That’s good stroking material,” I said.

“I’ll give you a lot more.”

Then she stripped the panties off and opened her legs. Her hand dipped into her hairy muff and spread open her labia. I leaned forward and took close-up pictures of her wide open cunt. I had her lie back farther and tilt her hips back so I could frame her pussy and asshole in the same picture. Then I had her turn around and bend over with her hands reaching around her buttocks to spread apart her ass cheeks for full exposure of her deep crack, pussy, and asshole. She even drew her new dildo out from the nightstand, lubricated it, and fully inserted it into her pussy for some pictures. I took ten pictures in all. She told me to hide the pictures and not let anyone else see them. These were the pictures that I was usually stroking to when I was about to ejaculate.

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Hi guys!

The long-awaited sequel to Between the Push and Pull is finally here! If you have not read Between the Push and Pull, I highly recommend that you do as this story is not meant to be read as a stand alone. Embracing the Tension picks up the story three years after Between the Push and Pull and follows Ryan and Erik as they finally find their happily ever after.

One key difference between this story and its predecessor is there is a lot less sex in this story. I know this is an erotica website, but I had to be true to the story, and Ryan and Erik are at a different point in their relationship now. I apologize in advance if this is a disappointment to anyone and I understand if you give it pass. I hope the characters and the story will more than make up for it!

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts and reactions, so please comment!

Yours,

Hudson

Copyright © 2018 by Hudson Bartholomew. All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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Embracing the Tension – Chapter 1

The small room in Toronto was at full capacity, a mix of young and old, business suits and ripped jeans. Erik was surprised at the size of the crowd; did they know what kind of film he was here to promote?

“If everyone can grab a seat, please.” Doug, the event host, waved Erik over to his chair at the front.

“I want to thank everyone for attending this Columbia University alumni event tonight. I’m happy to introduce our guest, Erik Fischer, who holds a Master of Fine Arts from Columbia’s School of Arts. Erik is the producer on a documentary film called Embracing the Tension that is debuting at the Toronto International Film Festival. And he has been gracious enough to take the time to come speak with us while he’s here promoting the film. Would you help me in welcoming Erik Fischer.”

Erik gave his obligatory wave at the light patter of applause. Most heads in the audience were bowed—some over plates piled high with food, others over the glowing screens of phones. The few eyes pointed in his direction looked indifferent or skeptical that this was a good use of their time. He wondered, not for the first time, why he had agreed to do this talk.

“So, Erik,” Doug started the interview, “you’ve obviously been to many film festivals over the years. How do you think TIFF compares to other big names on the circuit?”

“Well, Doug, that’s a good question.” Erik launched into his prepared speech about the holy trinity of a good film festival: just the right mix of film distributors, media attention, and audience interest. He tried throwing a joke or two in to see if he could get a rise from the crowd, but all he got were a couple of under-the-breath chuckles and sympathetic “nice try” smiles.

He turned the floor back to Doug for the next question. As Doug read from his list, the door at the back of the room eased open, and a latecomer slipped through. Erik caught a quick glimpse of him before he dropped into the last row and blended into the audience. The sighting was brief, but Erik could have sworn that he recognized the width of the shoulders and the tilt of the head.

The stagger of seats in the audience made it impossible for Erik to get a second glance at the latecomer. It was so unlikely that it was him that Erik dismissed the unexpected idea as soon as it popped into his head.

Doug had sent him the list of questions over email, so Erik had answers prepared for each one. He presented the canned responses at Doug’s prompting, no longer trying to splice in jokes as he went. Instead, he debated with himself over the identity of the latecomer.

When Doug asked for questions from the audience, Erik blinked in surprise at the number of hands that shot into the air. He never would have guessed that all those people were interested in his opinion, never mind had actually listened to it for over an hour. He was even more surprised when Doug wrapped up the interview and a not insignificant number of people approached to talk.

By the time Erik exhausted all his answers and the crowd thinned to a lingering few, he had almost forgotten about the latecomer with the familiar shoulders.

“Thanks again for coming to speak with us,” Doug said as Erik gathered his bag.

“You’re very welcome.”

“It was a good crowd, eh? Some really interesting questions.”

“Yeah, great questions.” Erik agreed and let Doug usher him out of the room and into the lobby.

They didn’t get more than a few feet before Erik stopped. His eyes had not been playing tricks on him. The hair was darker than he remembered, bordering on black, and it was longer than before, curling over his ears. He still wore the same matte-black earrings that Erik remembered so fondly. He had that beard from the last time Erik saw him. It didn’t hide that lopsided grin and the teasing mersin escort eyes.

Doug was still talking to him, Erik realized belatedly.

“Huh? Oh, sorry Doug.” It was rude, but Erik couldn’t quite tear his eyes away, afraid that the vision would disappear on him. “Listen, thanks for organizing the whole thing, it went great. Enjoy the rest of the festival.”

“Oh, yeah. You, too.”

Erik was vaguely aware of the confused glance Doug shot his way and the sound of the heavy front door opening as Doug left.

“Hey.” The latecomer’s voice was the same, deep and gravelly as if he’d smoked too much, though Erik hadn’t seen him touch a cigarette during the entire time they’d known each other.

“Ryan Cote.” The name felt strange on his tongue, like a language that had grown rusty from lack of use. Erik never thought he’d mutter it out loud again. Yet the bearer of the name stood but a few feet away.

And then Ryan grinned and Erik’s insides melted a little bit.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Erik blurted out.

Dark eyebrows shot up, but the grin didn’t waver. “Um, I was invited?”

Erik frowned; he was sure he hadn’t invited Ryan.

“Columbia’s alumni office sent an email blast to everyone living in Toronto,” Ryan explained with a shrug.

“Oh, right.” Now he felt silly. “I didn’t know you were in Toronto. Aren’t you from Montreal?”

“I am.” Ryan’s grin grew. “But I’m here now.”

“Oh.”

A million questions lined up on Erik’s tongue: how did Ryan end up in Toronto, how long had he been here, what was he doing here, and most importantly, why hadn’t he been in contact for the past three years. But his usually prolific brain couldn’t string together the right words, and he stood there with his mouth gapping.

“Um, I don’t know what your schedule is like, but if you’ve got some time, it’d be nice to catch up.” Ryan tilted his head in the way Erik recognized from back in the day, as if he wanted to say more, but his natural reservation wouldn’t let him.

“Yeah, I’d love that.” Erik sneaked a quick glance at his watch. “I’ve got some time now, if you’d like.”

“Sure.” Ryan led the way out into the brisk September air.

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“Thanks for coming today,” Erik said as they strolled shoulder to shoulder down the sidewalk.

“Yeah, sure.” Ryan shrugged, gaze focused on the pavement in front of them.

Erik let a beat pass in silence before glancing over with narrowed eyes. “So… why did you come? I mean, I’m glad you did, but I wouldn’t have been the wiser.”

Ryan hesitated before speaking. “It seemed like the right thing to do.”

“That’s all?” Erik let his voice take on a teasing tone. “No ulterior motive?”

That earned him a sidelong look. “What do you mean ‘ulterior motive’?”

“Well.” Erik shrugged. “We haven’t seen each other in three years. Maybe you were curious if I was still as good looking as I was before.”

Ryan chuckled, that disjointed sound that seemed more like a broken exhalation. “Maybe I was a little curious.” He sounded nonchalant, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “Or maybe I was just trying to be a good friend. You know, in case no one else showed up, at least you wouldn’t be talking to an empty room.”

“I see how it is. I’m glad you have such confidence in my ability to attract an audience.”

“Oh, I have no doubt that you can attract an audience. But you usually aren’t wearing so much clothing.”

Ryan’s tone was so deadpan that Erik almost didn’t realize he was joking. It was the slight crinkle around the edges of Ryan’s eyes that gave it away. Erik chuckled. “Touché.”

A growing grin was all the response Ryan gave.

When they arrived at the coffee shop, Ryan held the door open, and their eyes met as Erik brushed past. Just inches away from each other, Erik could see the playful guardedness in the way Ryan regarded him. It was the same look Ryan had the few times they hung out in New York, when the pressure of sex didn’t loom and they could just be themselves. A quick zing of chemistry flashed between them and sizzled as they moved inside.

It took a while for them to grab cups of coffee and settle at a table by the window. In those moments, Erik pulled his thoughts together.

“So how long have you been in Toronto?” he asked.

“Almost two years now.” Ryan seemed preoccupied with his coffee, twisting the mug around in circles on the table.

“Almost immediately after you left New York?”

“About six months after.”

Erik nodded, “Your sister—she’s here right?”

Ryan chuckled, abandoning his mug and folding his arms across the table.

“What’s so funny?”

“I forgot about your unending questions.”

Erik sat back in his chair, arms crossed in mock arrogance. “I wouldn’t have to ask so many questions if you’d volunteer the information yourself.”

“True.” Ryan agreed, but didn’t offer up any voluntary information.

Erik cocked his head. escort mersin “And?”

A chuckle escaped Ryan before he spoke. “I got a job here. I’m an editor at the Canadian Journal of Psychology.”

“Wow, that’s great. That’s in your field. So all that money you gave to Columbia wasn’t an entire waste.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Ryan scoffed. “And my sister and her husband are here. So…” He shrugged as if the rest was self-explanatory.

“And your mom is still in Montreal?”

Ryan nodded. “What about you? Hot-shot producer now?”

“Ha—” Erik laughed out loud. “I wish. No, this is an indie project, made on a shoestring. If you really want to know, we almost didn’t make it into TIFF. We were turned down initially, but got squeezed in when one of the other films had to pull out.”

“Still, you made it in. That’s an accomplishment.”

“Yeah.” Erik couldn’t help but smile. “We’re really proud of it.”

“Embracing the Tension, huh?” Ryan asked with a grin.

“Yeah.” Erik twirled his tiny spoon in the cooling coffee so he wouldn’t have to meet Ryan’s gaze. He had been wondering whether Ryan would remember where the phrase came from. “I hope the title doesn’t bother you.”

“Why would it bother me?”

He snuck a glance up to assess Ryan’s reaction and was greeted by a carefully crafted mask—just polite curiosity, nothing else.

“Well, the idea was born out of our work together. You remember all those discussions about go-go dancing we had during the scenes? You know, the ones where we were really talking about being porn actors?”

Still no noticeable reaction from Ryan.

“I wanted to know if anyone else felt the same way we did.”

“And?”

Erik wondered if Ryan was taking this all a little too smoothly, especially given how distraught he had been by the end of their project.

“Some did.” Erik proceeded with caution. “Others hadn’t quite given it as much thought.”

“You mean they were too high all the time to have given it as much thought.” This was said with an amused tone, no real condemnation or judgment.

“Yeah.” Erik smiled sadly. “Or too much in need of the money.”

They shared a look; there were many reasons why people choose to do porn, if they were even given a choice. God knows, both Erik and Ryan had their own reasons. But at the end of the day, Erik considered them to be the lucky ones; not everyone had the luxury to get out of they wanted to.

Ryan returned Erik’s smile, and in the moment of silence that followed, they seemed to mourn the part of themselves they had lost. The silence lingered, comfortable and intimate, one that didn’t demand to be filled. It was nice to just sit and be and have the other person understand exactly what was going on. Erik couldn’t think of a single person—friend or family—that he could do that with, no one except Ryan.

The buzzing of Erik’s phone startled him out of his thoughts.

“Shit,” he muttered as he glanced at the text message. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Our screening is tonight, and they need me to do stuff.”

“That’s okay, you go. It was nice catching up.”

Erik put his phone back in his pocket, but made no move to stand. He had a sneaking feeling that if he walked out that door, he might not ever see Ryan again.

“Listen, are you busy tonight?”

Ryan’s eyebrows lifted in question.

“We have extra tickets to the screening. I can have one held in your name. You want to come?”

Ryan’s grin grew slowly, but when it reached full strength, his eyes crinkled at the edges. “Sure.”

“Great! I’ll text you the details.”

Ryan stood with him as Erik pulled on his jacket. He debated with himself for a second before he pushed his doubt aside and pulled Ryan into a hug. It took a moment before the stiffness in Ryan’s frame softened and he hugged back. When Erik stepped away, his nose twitched with the smell of sandalwood, warm and clean, reminding him of times past when he had found himself wrapped up in that scent.

“I’ll see you soon,” Erik said.

Ryan grinned and nodded in response.

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Erik stood at the back of the theater as people filed in. He was too antsy to settle into his reserved seat, and too tense to talk to any of the people he knew. The TIFF organizers had told him that the screening was sold out, but he was unprepared for the stream of people coming through the doors. As the rows filled and empty seats grew fewer and far between, Erik felt increasingly nervous.

In his head, he knew the film was good, its acceptance into TIFF surely must be evidence of that. But this was the first time his baby would be shown to a public audience, one neither familiar with the nuances of the porn industry, nor informed by a discretionary artistic eye. Public audiences reacted with their gut, and porn often elicited poor gut reactions.

On the screen, actors, directors, crew members, producers, and financiers of porn appeared one after another, each with a mersin escort bayan story of their relationship with the industry. Some of the stories were light, frivolous and funny, others were heartbreaking; no two stories were alike, just like no two people were alike.

Erik didn’t pay much attention to the screen, his attention was on the audience. The entirety of the film’s 78 minutes was spent trying to gauge reactions from the back corner of the theater, and he felt his anxiety level ebb and flow with the pacing of the film. Would the audience laugh at the funny story? Would they tear up at the sad one? Erik held his breath through so much of the film that by the time the audience broke into applause, he was lightheaded.

The question-and-answer session after the screening was a blur, and Erik didn’t remember any of the questions or any of his answers. His brain only started catching up to the rest of his body when he stepped off the makeshift stage and spotted Ryan leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, with that signature grin.

“Hey!” Erik rushed over to say hello and noted the slight tensing in Ryan’s shoulders at his exuberance.

“Hey.” Ryan smiled but his greeting was much more subdued.

“I’m so glad you made it! We’ve got an after party planned. You’re coming, right?” Any attempts at reining in his excitement were useless with the amount of adrenaline running through his system.

Ryan looked like he was about to decline, so Erik was surprised when he shrugged and said, “Sure, where is it?”

“No clue. But it’s supposed to be close. Just follow the crowd.”

Ryan nodded his understanding just as someone shouted, “Erik!”

Flashing his best smile, underlined with a hint of an apology, Erik reluctantly left Ryan leaning against the wall. Despite his best intentions, Erik didn’t find his way back to Ryan for most of what remained of the evening.

At the lounge, Erik found himself plied with drinks as everyone celebrated the success of the film. From across the room, Erik would spot Ryan with a drink in his hand, sometimes chatting with someone, sometimes observing with his typical quiet reserve. Every time Erik wanted to go over, someone new would stop him, refill his drink, and Erik would lose sight of Ryan again.

It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that the crowd thinned enough for Erik to finally make his way over to Ryan’s little corner.

“You’re still here.” Erik knew he had a silly grin on his face and heard the slight slurring at the edges of his words.

Ryan’s warm eyes were pools of chocolate brown in the darkness of the lounge. His beard looked soft, and Erik reached out to see if it felt that way, too. It did. The short hairs tickled the pad of his thumb as Erik ran it across Ryan’s jaw. He felt Ryan sigh at the touch, his eyes drifting closed and his tongue slipping out to wet the lips so close to Erik’s hand.

Just as Erik was about to lean in to taste those lips, Ryan grasped his hand, squeezed it gently and removed it from his face.

“Ready to go?” he asked. “I’ll take you back to your hotel.”

The warmth of Ryan’s hand on his own traveled up Erik’s arm, and he felt himself sway a little toward the solid self-assurance that Ryan exuded. With more restraint than he thought himself capable of, Erik pulled out his phone and showed Ryan the address.

With a nod, Ryan said, “It’s not too far. Do you mind walking? Should be nice out.”

“Sure,” Erik said. He didn’t voice his disappointment that walking would delay their getting back to his hotel.

The chilly midnight air hit Erik square in the face as they left the lounge and chased away some of the fuzziness that warmed his insides. Walking close to Ryan on the narrow sidewalk, Erik let himself brush against his shoulder every couple of steps.

“So what did you think of the film?”

“Honestly?” Ryan asked with a furrowed brow.

“No, I want you to lie to me.” Erik chuckled. “No, of course, honestly. I want to hear your expert opinion.”

Ryan scoffed. “I wouldn’t call myself an expert.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all those amazing scenes we did together. If you’re not an expert, then no one is.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed in a glare, but he made no dispute.

“Seriously, tell me. What did you think.”

“Seriously? I don’t know how to tell you this.” Ryan shook his head and sighed before shooting Erik an apologetic look.

A mild panic tensed Erik’s shoulders. He hadn’t realized just how much Ryan’s opinion meant to him.

“But… I loved it. It was amazing.”

Relief washed over him at Ryan’s teasing grin. “Asshole.” Erik gave Ryan’s shoulder a heavy bump with his own.

Ryan laughed, the sound bright and clear in the cold air. “I really liked it. I did. It was truthful. Not just accurate…I mean, it was accurate. But there was a lot of truth in it, not just about porn, but life truths, if that makes sense.”

“Yeah, it does. The film isn’t really about porn if you think about it. It’s about people who just happen to work in the industry.”

“How did you manage to get so many people to talk to you? Working in porn isn’t really something most people advertise.”

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Carla awoke as the sun streamed through the apartment window. She stretched, rolled up on one elbow and looked down at the sleeping Darryl and beyond to their lover, Leanne. Last night had been rather surprising. Though the assault on Darryl had gone off exactly as planned, Carla’s reaction to it was, in the morning light, not what she’d expected.

The “problem” was that Darryl was just so little, barely 5’5″ and very slight. He was so smooth that from the rear he looked like a tall 12-year-old though there was nothing immature about his front, no indeed! Not that he was hung like a horse or anything, but a normal cock on a small man looks bigger than it really is. Carla, then, had always seen him as a small, effeminate-looking guy who really needed to acknowledge his feminine side. It had come as a mighty surprise when, after the two women had ravished his ass, he’d returned the favor forcefully, very forcefully! Maybe he wasn’t so meek, after all. Remembering her anal mauling, Carla’s nipples began to rise to attention. Though her breasts weren’t more than about an A -cup, the nipples thereupon could stick out a good half inch when she was aroused and she was getting more aroused and more erect by the minute.

And speaking of erect, Darryl had rolled over onto his back and made a noise in his sleep that might have been a moan and might have been a whimper. To Carla it looked like someone else was remembering the events of the previous evening because his manhood was fully engorged and sticking straight up his stomach. The sight struck something within her and Carla, who had been the butch to Leanne since they’d met, began to wonder if there might be someone else who needed to get in touch with a feminine side. To put it bluntly, she was wet, horny and, for a change, feeling receptive. That last hadn’t happened in so long, she’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

Gently tossing back the sheet, Carla lowered her mouth to Darryl’s crotch and delicately began to run the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his erection. Then, as he came to delighted consciousness, she grabbed his shoulders and rolled onto her back. “Come here, stud,” she purred.

Darryl started escort bayan a bit in confusion but there was no way he was going to lose this opportunity. He’d wanted to get into the taller woman’s pants ever since his girlfriend Leanne has introduced him to her “roommate” and now that the chance had arrived, he intended to take full advantage. Lifting her legs, he placed one knee behind each muscular buttock and drove himself to the hilt into her waiting sex. Lifting himself onto his elbows, he found to his delight that his mouth was now perfectly in line with her hardened nipples. Alternately slathering them with his tongue and sucking on them, hard, he soon had Carla shuddering and moaning. “Darryl, oh God, sweetie! Keep it up, keep it uuuuuuup . . .!

The third inhabitant of the king-size bed now roused and, raising an amused eyebrow, Leanne beheld the scene. Her boyfriend was industriously fucking her girlfriend! Now that was different! Usually it was one or the other fucking her. Perhaps a change of plans might have to be considered. Originally, Carla had insisted that Darryl was the perfect choice for conversion into an androgyne, a bisexual individual equally appealing to masculine gays and feminists looking for a more sensitive, “New Age” lover. Now it appeared that the worm had turned. Darryl was settling into a steady rhythm of long, driving strokes Leanne knew only too well. He did this to her on a regular basis, usually for an hour or more. By the time he finally did decide to climax, Leanne could very well have breakfast made though whether Carla would be in any condition to enjoy it was another question. Already the athlete was starting to throw her head back and forth as orgasm after orgasm wracked her. Watching the unexpected events, Leanne slid out from under the covers and walked around to the foot of the bed to watch Darryl’s slick, glistening member piston in and out of Carla’s welcoming snatch.

To Leanne’s amazement, he was ramming her bareback. For as long as she’d known Carla, the dominant woman had had an almost obsessive insistence on condoms on any of those rare occasions when she’d decided that what she needed that night was male. Now, worked up to a rolling escort ankara orgasm that went on and on, Carla was laid open for possible motherhood. Rather than being alarmed, Leanne was intrigued with the possibilities. If Darryl knocked Carla up, he would be a gentleman and insist on marrying her and unknown to Carla, when Darryl got insistent the response of “No”, wasn’t an option. More than once her usually mild lover had gotten his back up, set an emphatic jaw and run right over her protests. It was one of those things that she found so endearing. Darryl might look like a mouse but that didn’t mean he couldn’t roar!

Folding her arms under the pale globes on her chest, Leanne began to consider the potential. If Carla got pregnant and found herself married to Darryl, then she, Leanne, could be the resident mistress to them both in the ultimate manage a trois. With Darryl’s considerable financial acumen and connections in the investment banking circles, he could easily support a large family and with his considerable talents in the bedroom he could easily make sure he had a large family to support. She and Carla could take turns having babies and each of the three could take turns baby-sitting while the other two played grownup games under the covers . . . or on top of them, for that matter.

As the scenario played itself out in Leanne’s imagination, Darryl was picking up the pace a bit and Carla was, to put it bluntly, being driven mad. There was a good possibility that she would just black out before Darryl came and then he would either become alarmed, jump off and call for help or withdraw and turn his virile attentions to Leanne. That could spoil everything, however fun it might be. If Leanne got pregnant she knew full well that Carla wouldn’t take up the role of alternate mommy. Preemptive action was required.

It was then that her eye wandered to the strap-on harness and dildo that Carla had used on Darryl the previous evening. Leanne had been “sandwiched” a couple of times in the past, before she met either Carla or Darryl. It had been exciting but the idea bothered her from the standpoint of gender politics. In other words, why was it that in MMF threesomes the woman got ankara escort bayan penetrated twice but in MFF threesomes the man penetrated both? This gross unfairness stopped Leanne from letting more than one person inside her at a time, no matter who they were. Silly, perhaps, but that’s the way she felt about it and she stuck to her convictions. Now the option of somewhat turning the tables lay before her. Of course, if having her dildo nail Darryl in the prostate made him climax and Carla did get pregnant that would make Leanne sort of an accessory, even sort of an assistant parent. She liked that idea!

Pulling the black leather up around her fleshy thighs and sliding the “top’s” end of the dildo into her now dripping and engorged pussy, Leanne crawled up between the pairs of legs before her. Liberally covering the plastic end with KY, she waited until Darryl was all the way into Carla and then placed its head right against the man’s puckered star. He had no choice but to either stop fucking Carla or to impale himself on Leanne’s dildo. Without missing a stroke he backed up and Leanne was treated to the sight of her marbled purple, silicone dildo disappearing into Darryl’s ass. His previous night’s violation stood him in good stead as his sphincter muscles opened easily and Leanne’s pelvis bottomed out on his buttocks. Now he really shifted gears. Growling and panting, Darryl drove faster and faster into Carla’s swollen pussy and Leanne kept pace behind him until all three of them screamed, howled and shrieked into climax,then collapsed.

Some time later, they all disentangled themselves and silently showered and dressed. Without a word the three lovers made their way to the nearest coffee shop and over strong coffee and piles of pancakes considered each other.

“You’re probably pregnant, you know,” teased Leanne.

“It’s really not the right time of the month” replied Carla, “but anyway that wasn’t fair, you two ganging up on me like that.”

“Excuse me? Two against one is unfair?” Darryl’s face was unreadable. “I think it was just a case of sauce for the gander being sauce for the goose! Besides, you started it.” A grin broke out. “Not that the idea of your being pregnant isn’t fraught with possibilities.” Turning to Leanne his grin became a leer. “But so is the idea of another two against one!”

“Yeah,” retorted Carla focusing on Leanne’s ample cleavage and licking her lips “isn’t it!”

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Kirstie
A Regular Party
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The Car park was well lit albeit that it was fairly empty by now. Kirstie looked at her watch; 9:00pm. Gods! She hated working late in the library. Damned research. As she walked towards her car she could see only one other, a luxurious gold coloured limo with a Chauffeur type sitting at the wheel reading a newspaper by the interior light… She was so taken with this obvious and out of place ostentation that she didn’t see the flat front tyre until she was almost at the car. Her mind cursed and she swore audibly but even louder when she saw that both front tyres were flat.

For a moment Kirstie stood and stared and then swore again very loudly, letting go with all her frustration in one violent outburst. She failed to notice the suited businessman walking toward the other car and then veering sharply towards her.

“Is there a problem? Can I help?” His voice was quiet and almost genteel, the words crisply spoken. “Ah, sorry, I see the problem” he added before she could say anything. “I’ll get Richard to change the wheel for you.” He gestured for the Chauffeur to join him by her car.

“And this one too?” she threw back pointing at the other tyre.

He crossed around to her side of the car. “Ah. Okay. Problem with that one I would see”. He responded. “Can I offer you a lift anywhere and you can collect your car in the morning? Or would you prefer to use my phone to call someone?”

The Chauffeur walked up beside her as they spoke. “I think you can see the problem here Richard.”

“Can you drop me at the Queen’s Head in the City? Some of my friends are there and I can sort out from there. It’s only about 15 min away”. She smiled her most practised ‘damsel in distress smile’.

“No problem, I know it well.” His smile was pleasant, charming in a way.

Richard held the door as the two got into the back of the car. As she climbed onto the long back seat she was surprised to see a woman sitting there whom she had previously not noticed. She assumed that she had arrived whilst she was distracted.

The car started and pulled away from the car park but instead of turning towards the City it turned exactly the opposite way.

“What the…?” She started but was silenced immediately with a sharp smack across the face from the woman next to her.

“Shut up. Keep quiet and you won’t get hurt.” The woman snarled. “Well not too much anyway” she added half to herself.

Kirstie started to rise and shouted, “Fuck you, you bast…” She never finished her sentence as a fist smashed into her stomach and forced her back into the seat gasping for breath.

“Now be quiet,” the man said very calmly but with more menace than any amount of shouting.

She felt a knife’s point break the skin just where her throat joined her chin. The fear spread over her and she slumped back and started to sob.

The woman next to her smiled and kissed the girl’s cheek where the tears ran down and she felt a hand run up the inside of her thigh. Two fingers were unceremoniously pushed past her knickers and into her cunt.

“Please. I’ll do anything that you want,” she sobbed.

“Yes, Yes you will” the man’s voice came through her tears. “But let’s see if you mean that shall we? Remove these,” he said pulling at her knickers.

With a wave of fear sweeping over her she decided to simply obey and lifted herself off the seat and removed the items. The man took them from her and handed them to his female companion.

For what seemed like forever the journey continued, although in truth it was for little more than thirty minutes. During the time her captors played with her cunt, teasing her and finger fucking her while kissing each other around her. Kirstie endured the situation seeing no opportunity to do otherwise. The car came to a halt at what she guessed were some gates for the halt was only for a moment and a few moments later it halted again outside a low building. The car door opened and she was unceremonially pulled out, offering no resistance, simply considering that it would be pointless, for the moment; the building was like a low farm barn, and she was standing next to a large solid-looking door.

“Now” she said to herself and broke away from them. Richard was the wrong side of the car door holding it open and the man had stood aside for her to go in front.

She managed maybe thirty paces along a track before she felt someone behind her and then almost instantly a hand grabbed her arm and swung her round, she fell onto the tarmac. Richard, for it was he, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet by it. She clawed at him with her nails but he easily avoided them, she hadn’t noticed before – he was built like a gorilla! He fist smashed into her stomach and then again into her face. izmit rus escort She tasted blood from a split lip and fell to her knees. He grabbed her hair and began pulling her along by it. Half stumbling, half crawling she was dragged back to the car and the door to the building from where the man and woman hadn’t moved an inch.

“They’re much more fun when they fight” laughed the woman. She grabbed Kirstie blouse and tore it open with a sound of buttons ripping off. The knife slipped between her breasts and cut the bra apart, Kirtie’s breasts fell free in the cool evening air.

“Shall we go in my dear”. The man’s voice was soft and Kirstie wasn’t sure whom he was addressing, she barely heard through the pain in her jaw, mouth and stomach from Richard’s punches.

The inside the building was well lit but she could see little as a light shone suddenly in her face but it was warm and there was no carpet on the floor, she could easily tell that.

All hands released her although she was aware of Richard still behind her. She stood still for a moment still trying to catch her breath.

“Gods I want her” said the man and at the imminence of her rape suddenly all the strength returned to her. She turned and attacked Richard again, against a man of his obvious strength the effort was totally futile. There was laughter as the remains of her blouse and bra were torn from her and she was forced onto her stomach on the floor. She had been pushed across something, like a low barrel under her stomach. She became aware of more hands holding her wrists – not the woman’s these were men’s hands. There was a click and she felt the vicious grip of too-tight handcuffs biting into her wrists as her arms were stretched out in front of her. There was a movement at her wrists and then she realised that they had been stretched out and fastened to some sort floor bolt. Her ankles meanwhile had been pulled apart and were held there by further hands. All the time she was alternately screaming, cursing and begging for mercy – all entreaties merely attracted more laughter and she began to be aware that there were at least a half dozen people here, maybe a lot more, including more than the one woman .

She could turn her head enough to see the man walking behind her and unzipping his trousers.
“I take it no-one minds me being first” he smirked. The response was simply more laughter of assent.

“Which hole do you want to use my dear ?” The woman’s voice was soft, almost caring.

“Which hole ?” Oh my Gods ! They weren’t just going to rape her they were going to bugger her as well. Oh please no ! Not that !

“You know my preferences. And besides I am willing to bet that she is still a virgin up her ass. Well, for the next few minutes anyway.”

The woman leaned close to Kirstie’s ear and spoke softly and crisply. “By the time they have finished with you that little ass of yours will be quite as open as your sweet little cunt.”

The menace in her voice was solid even though she spoke so gently and the result was that Kirstie started to sob as she turned her head towards her tormentor.

“Please don’t let them do this. Please.

“Them ?” The woman’s voice rang with laughter. “Them ? I’m going to have that little hole myself before we are done.

The woman stood up and moved out of Kirstie’s view but she felt her skirt lifted and female hands pull her ass cheeks apart. Then they were pulled further and then as far as the flesh would go. Kirstie could feel her ass involuntarily being pulled open by the spreading of her cheeks so far and even though she tried to clench she knew it was having little effect.

“No ! PLEASE PLEASE NO !” Kirstie voice was screaming it fear as she felt someone, and she knew it was the man, move between her open and stretched legs.

She felt a slight pressure against her ass and screamed even before the hugely engorged prick, she couldn’t know but he was nearly ten inches long and a good four inches around. He had always known that buggering a woman, particularly one unused to his size, caused extreme pain and it was the causing of that pain that excited him even more. Sometimes when he was particularly brutal in using his wife’s anus, even after all this time he could still draw blood and tear her slightly. As he looked down as Kirstie’s virgin little hole he knew that he could tear it but he also knew that she would accommodate him there and he would enjoy it.

He had used no lubrication on Kirstie so as to deliberately enhance the pain he so enjoyed causing and as he forced himself through the tight virgin ring Kirstie screamed in the most intense pain she had felt in her life.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! OH PLEASE NO ! STOP… STOP

In those few seconds Kirstie screamed the loudest she ever had and the pain simply izmit escort increased as his length ploughed deeper into her dry ass, she wanted to die from the pain and the humiliation and the simply the thought of a man fucking her ass made her ashamed. She had always though of any sort of sex as dirty and now felt so degraded.

They say that the pain subsides after the first penetration but for Kirstie if anything it got worse as the man ploughed backwards and forwards in her ass and she screamed and begged and pleaded and screamed again. The intensity of pain was beyond her imagining but no relief came for what seemed like hours, although in truth was no more than a few minutes, until she heard that grunting of a man in orgasm and through her tears and cries realised that she was being subjected to what she thought of as the final humiliation of having a man cum up her ass.

He had finished and, with no care for the piece of fuckmeat tied in front of him, the man deliberately pulled out brutally before he had even softened. It achieved the desired result and Kirstie screamed again at the sudden and intense pain that felt like her insides were being pulled out. But she was aware of the warm trickling down her thigh, her first thought was that it was his cum, she couldn’t know that it was mixed with her blood. He had indeed torn his way into her and had she seen the broad smile on his face she would have been even more afraid.

“I rather enjoyed that”. Kirstie heard his voice through her sobs as she felt her ass cheeks released and realised the pain that her ass was still causing her even though he had gone.

“It looked rather nice too”. The woman, laughing. “John ?” Her voice was louder “John, did you get all that on the overhead cam ?”

“Sure did – it was a great shoot. Should be a great movie when it’s finished. I reckon one of our most profitable”.

The words took a few minutes to sink through Kirstie pain and degradation before she realised that they were filming her rape and were going to sell copies.

Kirstie became aware of a second man behind her and tried to turn to see, but her position prevented her turning more than a small amount, she was stretched too tight. However the other’s intention quickly became clear as she felt him push into her cunt. There was no preparation and no subtlety, he just rammed home and sawed in and out of what, to him was simple a piece of meat, a hole to be used. Kirstie heard him grunt as she felt his cum coat her insides. She was still crying when she felt her head pulled up by her hair. She opened her mouth in pain and suddenly a prick was forced between her lips.

“And if I feel so much as a tooth on my skin I will pull every one out with a pair of pliers. You understand ?”

A man’s voice, a voice she hadn’t heard before, cruel and sadistic even though well spoken, a man’s voice who’s mere tone assured her that he truly meant his threat. Kirstie nodded as she accepted her oral rape as well.

She tried to remember what her ex had liked, she thought if she could make it good the man would soon pull out and cum on her. She had never enjoyed performing oral and always though it too submissive for her, it had been a constant argument with him. The man, however, was not her ex, he was not interested in soft oral ministrations and proceeded to fuck her mouth like another cunt. Kirstie gagged a little as her throat was being fucked and then she lurched forward as far as her bonds would allow as another man entered her cunt.

Within minutes she felt the prick in her mouth begin to harden and pulse and she knew that this would not be withdrawn as she felt her mouth and throat fill with salty cum. Her face was held hard and she had no option but to swallow and only when he felt her throat do so did the prick withdraw from her mouth. Her cunt received another coating of cum at about the same time and then was left empty again.

Kirstie dropped with fatigue. She had been holding herself taught, struggling as best she could but in the moment she thought they had finished with her she relaxed.

Her respite may have lasted twenty seconds. Long enough for one man to move away from her and another to step in. She felt her ass spread again and a second violation begin. Again no preparation, no attempt to move slowly just a prick positioned against her torn hole and then slammed home.

Kirstie’s pain returned tenfold and she screamed for them to stop. She didn’t recall the man’s climax but the pain of his withdrawal was at least as bad as the first time except this time as soon as he had left her hole another prick began its rape of her ass and when he had finished another and then another. Kirstie thought she would certainly die this time as six men raped her anally one after the other. Her ass was leaking cum and she could kocaeli escort feel it running down into her cunt along with the blood from what she was now certain was a torn and bleeding hole.

The last man withdrew and then walked to her face.

“Now clean it my little sweet”.

She raised her head and although she could see little higher than his stomach she knew that this individual was young. He was smooth, almost hairless but his prick was covered in cum and blood and small flecks of dirt. She realised with revulsion it was shit, her shit. Her eyes pleaded but he couldn’t see them and even if he had been able to she knew the result would be the same. She kept her mouth shut but when something smashed into her back, was it a whip ? A belt ? She opened her mouth to cry out and found it stuffed with the repulsive sex. She sucked and licked and felt like throwing up but he was in her only a few moments.

“Good that’s better” he said as he stood and moved away. She only now realised that because of her position with her ass and cunt high in the air they had to kneel to use her mouth.

“My turn”, a woman’s voice. “Now my dear because I am kind I want you to suck this and make it wet before I have you. Of course the wetter it is the easier it is for you.”

The dildo presented to Kirstie’s mouth was black and mounted on the woman like a fake prick. Kirstie had heard that Prostitutes used strap ons with each other to entertain clients but she had never actually seen one. And this was huge – it looked like the size of a man’s wrist and almost as long. Kirstie opened her mouth and used all the saliva she could manage to wet it, her jaw ached it wasn’t supposed to open this wide but with horror she also knew that her cunt wasn’t either.

The woman stood up and Kirstie saw black stockings ending in black high heels with ankle straps padlocked closed and she also thought that she saw a sparkle of gold at the woman’s shaven cunt lips. Kirstie braced herself for the pain but it wasn’t as bad as she had thought. Her rape had opened her up even though most of the men seemed simply to want to rape her ass. The dildo didn’t stay in her cunt long and Kirstie was glad when she felt it removed. Glad that is for a moment only until she felt the headrest against her abused anus.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO !” she screamed before anything had actually happened but her scream was so much louder when the thing tore into her ass. She knew her back hole had already been torn but she didn’t know that the new monster had torn it more and this time the rape continued forever. No quick fuck and cum from the excitement of raping a helpless girl – this was pure rape for the joy of causing the pain and it went on seemingly forever.

“I enjoyed that” beamed a female voice as the thing was finally withdrawn and Kirstie again slumped down.

“Over to you guys”. The voice by now was disembodied and Kirstie just lay as unresponsive a cheap whore as she felt herself entered front or back or orally time after time. When anyone had finished with her mouth her face slumped down again and she could see the pool of drying cum that she had not managed to swallow.

Kirstie took nine men and two women over the next three hours. Many of them twice and a couple three times. “I just gotta use all three holes” was one voice that penetrated her nightmare.

At last it all seemed to go quiet and no one was fucking her. It had actually been only a few minutes since the last man had withdrawn from her ass but that was now so open and well used she could barely feel it.

“Richard” It was a female voice.

“You and the rest of the staff can have her any way you want and then you can tidy up. Send her to the usual place”.

“Thank you My Lady”. What was obviously Richard’s voice was respectful, even submissive. Kirstie braced herself and her body for further degradation and rape and it happened again and again over what seemed once more like forever.

When Kirstie was eventually released there was no movement in her or resistance left. Her hands were cuffed behind her and her ankles fastened together with similar device, she was slung over a large shoulder in a fireman’s lift and was barely aware of the hot sun on her back and the brightness as she left the building. She felt herself thrown into the car and then transferred to some other form of transport. She was naked except for a torn skirt and too tired to resist, but she felt that her journey went on forever.

As he bad his Guests goodnight they all thanked him. “Marvellous evening Sir Richard” thanked one man as he shook his Host’s hand “She was a delight and deliciously tight. At the start anyway”. There was laughter. “See you next month I hope”.

“I certainly hope so Chief Inspector”. Sir Richard smiled as he returned the handshake.

Kirstie Delavois was reported missing two days later. She has never been traced although the rumours are that she was heard of in a brothel in one of the ex-Soviet Republics.

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It was about 7:30am Sunday morning, and Karla and Vicky were still at it. The night before, Jaysin had brought them to this small arena in Rockville where they had filmed various different sex acts with fifty old black men ranging from 40 to about 70 years old. It had been truly a unique evening, one that neither girl had experienced before. After almost five hours of filming and fucking where they had both taken long old black cocks deep into all their holes, the girls had returned to the court after a quick shower and had realized that the older guys had long left. Jaysin, at that point had informed them that they were now required to do some ’overtime’. The Rockville Rockets basketball team was on their way, and the two girls were to take care of them all for the rest of the night. That was around midnight. Ever since the twelve young players of the Rockets had arrived, they had been taking turns fucking the two girls that had been hired to ‘lift their spirits’ for their upcoming championship game.

At 7:30, things were starting to finish up. Karla was on a mattress in the center of the court being sandwiched in her ass and pussy by Jimmie Williams and Craig Hixon. She was exhausted and sore, and drained internally from her night’s multiple orgasms. Her moans of pleasure were echoing off the walls of the empty area. Under one of the baskets, Vicky was being impaled reverse cowgirl style on Ronnie Simpson’s 9 and a half-inch pole. As she hopped up and down on his thick black bone, she was alternately blowing both Randy Richards and Bobby Millis. The other boys had hit the showers and the girls were finishing off those that were still in the mood.

Both girls were stunningly beautiful, white, and in their mid twenties. Karla, a 5’7” 113lb. stunner with long legs and long brown hair, and her best friend Vicky, a 5’5” 135lb. bombshell with 36dd titties and longer and even darker hair than her taller friend. Jaysin had begun their transformation into black cock whores who were quickly starting to make money for him with his ‘clients’ and friends around his predominantly black neighborhood. Neither girl had been forced into this, in fact Karla had asked for it and then talked her best friend into it a day later.

This was Karla’s fourth black cock gangbang in four nights, two of which had occurred this very same night back to back. Karla had been curious about having interracial sex all her life. A few weeks ago she saw Jaysin, a young handsome black man on the train while going to work one day. The images of taking a black cock began to consume her thoughts until she finally had decided to look for Jaysin on the train again, which finally happened four days ago. When she finally saw him again and approached him and told him of her desires, Jaysin agreed to a date for later in the day a meeting at her apartment. The only catch was he was bringing others and since then Jaysin has had her being fucked by more black dicks then she could ever have imagined. Karla’s curiosity had netted her a lot more than she had expected or even had dreamed of, so she had tearfully asked her good friend Vicky to help her with the next night’s already planned activities. Vicky, who was cautious at first, eventually decided to help her girlfriend and ended up taking to the taste of black dick faster and quicker than Karla. She was even developing an unhealthy addiction to it. This brings us back to the early morning hours of Sunday morning.

Randy and Bobby finally blew their loads into Vicky’s mouth and hit the showers. Vicky then turned herself around on Ronnie and road him for the next 5 minutes until he squirted his load deep into her pussy. At center court, Jimmy and Craig pulled themselves out of Karla. A few minutes of dick sucking later and they both simultaneously painted her face with their hot sticky dick snot. All the guys were now finally finished and gone from the court. The girls were alone again. Vicky walked over to Karla and plopped herself down next to her on the mattress. They were sexually exhausted, fucked sore, and nervous about what could be coming next for them.

Karla: “I’m so numb. I’ve had more sex in the past few days to last me forever. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

Vicky: “Are you saying you don’t want it anymore?”

Karla: “No, I didn’t say that! Taking black cock has been the best sexual satisfaction I have ever had. I don’t think I could stop now. I won’t stop now. I’m just saying it’s too much at once. He doesn’t give us time to heal and rest before he has us at it all again. And last night…we were fucked by a shit load of old guys, followed by 12 more guys that were far younger. Talk about extremes. I have no clue what he has in store for us next! We definitely need some help.”

Vicky: “Well, like I said last night, I think there is someone I could call.”

Karla: “You do? Would she want to do this? I mean…could you really talk her into it?”

Vicky: “I could try. It’s this girl I know from work. Her name is Olivia. A different guy is always picking her up from work on Friday nights every escort izmit week so I know she has a lot of sex, or at least dates a lot. She’s got to be open to something crazy like this.”

Karla: “Gee I hope so. Were any of those guys black?”

Vicky: “Well…no. I mean I never saw a black guy so I really don’t know. I’ll call her and tell her to come over to your house when we get back.”

Just then a car could be heard outside the arena. The girls stopped talking and waited for their ‘pimp’ to return to the court. Jaysin then appeared carrying t-shirts and shorts.

Jaysin: “Well…you all look like hell. Here, no time for showers, put these on gather your shit and wash the cum from your faces and I’ll drive you home. Wow the brothers really wore you out! I hope you sent them home happy.”

The girls nodded and quickly put on the clothes that Jaysin had brought them and they all left the building and piled into Jaysin’s car. Karla slept the whole way in the back seat, while Vicky lost the chance to sleep because she was instructed to blow Jaysin until he came which basically took the majority of the ride. About five minutes after filling Vicky’s tired mouth with his hot seed, Jaysin pulled up in front of Karla’s apartment.

Jaysin: “Alright. You two got tonight and tomorrow night to rest up, you dig? Be ready on Tuesday at around 6pm. We aren’t going anywhere so there won’t be any point of dressing up. In fact…fuck the clothes just be naked and ready. Oh yeah, I want no hair on those pussies. No landing strips, no Hitler mustaches, just shave all that shit off. Are we clear?”

The girls nodded and exited the car and stood there watching as Jaysin drove off. Once inside, Karla took a shower while Vicky called her friend Olivia and asked her to come to Karla’s house for later that night without telling her why. Olivia liked Vicky, and always wanted to hang out with her. Vicky figured that she and Karla could talk to her together and maybe have a better chance of persuading her to join their big black cock fuck faction. Vicky then joined Karla in the shower and afterwards they both fell into a deep sleep together in the same bed again.

Olivia was a tall lean girl, about 5’9” 127lbs. with shoulder length natural red hair that she usually wore in a ponytail. Her skin was very white as most redheads’ skin was and she had the most beautiful green colored eyes. She worked in the same office building that Vicky did. Olivia loved to wear skirts, short ones that went about half way up her thighs and basic sexy pumps. Her body was very lean, and her boobs were small, but she had a very sexy look about her. She was 31 years old and very sexually active. She had dated a lot of different guys in the past few years, but never had interracial sex. Olivia too, just like Karla, had fantasized from time to time about what it would be like fucking a black man. She had no clue that her co-worker that had just called her was planning to help her fulfill those desires and fantasies and in overload proportions. Olivia got ready and drove to Karla’s apartment with the directions Vicky had given her around 8pm that night. She had never met Karla, but Vicky had spoke about her good friend on numerous occasions around the office.

When Olivia arrived, the girls were just then getting up from their daylong sleep. Both still looked very exhausted. The three of them assembled together in the living room with some coffee and that’s when Vicky began her sales pitch with Karla affirming everything that was being said. Olivia looked on with surprise but intrigue as Vicky explained the past few days of events. Her stomach felt like it had butterflies in it and her pussy was getting very wet listening to the sizes and the quantities of big black cock that the girls were telling her that they had experienced. It took close to an hour and a half of persuasion, but Olivia was game to join them in the next scheduled fuck fest. She liked the idea of full-filling a fantasy that she never had a chance to.

Olivia went home and returned the next morning and the three girls began planning their next night’s event. They prepped and primped their bodies to nearly perfection. They all shaved their legs, and then removed all of the pubic hair from between their legs too. The other two even talked Karla into dying her long brown hair blonde. The reasoning was so they could be three different choices, a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette. By the time bedtime had arrived, both Karla and Vicky were starting to go into black cock withdrawals. To alleviate their aching pussies they toyed themselves with the black dildos that they had bought a few days before. Olivia watched on with excitement but she started to think these two girls were crazy about sex. She just didn’t know that she would become the same way, and that the insatiable aching itch for a huge black cock between her legs would be a hell she would grow to hate to experience.

The next day, the girls enjoyed each other’s company as they waited for the 6pm fun. Olivia grew more nervous at each passing hour, and her stomach izmit escort was doing flip-flops again. She wondered just how everything was going to happen and she played out different scenarios in her mind. She wondered if the other girls were exaggerating. She pondered how many men would be arriving, and if she could seriously handle the sizes of penis that she was being told that they all would possess. At around 4pm they started to get themselves ready. Olivia took her shower last and came out of the bathroom fully dressed in a sexy skirt and blouse and was surprised to see the other two girls still walking around naked.

Karla: “Oh no Liv, we were told that we shouldn’t wear any clothes.”

Olivia: “No clothes?”

Vicky: “That’s right. It’s what Jaysin wants. And to tell the truth, he doesn’t even know that you’re gonna be here so….”

Suddenly Olivia felt nervous again. She began removing her clothes until she was completely naked and then joined the other two girls on the couch in the living room. She started to question herself again, and if she had what it would take to go through with it. Who was this Jaysin and what was he capable of? Why did he have such a hold on the other two girls? She didn’t realize that she too would fall under this spell by the time the night had come to an end. The clock ticked slowly as it reached 5:30pm. Then about 10 minutes of 6, they heard some laughter in the hallway. Both Karla and Vicky perked up in anticipation because they knew what was beyond the door. Jaysin entered the unlocked door and then closed it quickly behind him like he had done before. He smiled when he notice that there was another girl in the room.

Jaysin: “Dayum! You bitches multiply! What is in all of that nigga cum? Fertilizer? Hey Karla, I like the hair! Blonde bitches make some good money! Now who in the fuck is this? And don’t give me any shit about another blow job specialist!”

Vicky: “She’s my friend Olivia. We told her about what we’ve been doing and she said she wanted to join us.”

Jaysin: “Weeellll…. looks like ol’ Jaysin’s stable of white bitches is growin’! All right, she’s in! This shit actually works out numerically because this time I only have six brothers with me. You see they are African students. Fresh off the boat and can barely speak any English. All six of these motherfuckers are about 6’5” or better, and they all have the largest fucking peckers I’ve ever seen. All that fucking you bitches been doing? Nothing compared to how you’ll be stretched out tonight! New girl, you about to get broken in the hard way! So get your Asses ready now!”

Jaysin went back to the hallway. Neither of the girls moved from where they were standing in the middle of the living room floor. Olivia was the most nervous that she’d ever been in her life. Moments later, Jaysin returned to the apartment with six very huge black men. They all dwarfed even Jaysin. The girls then all looked on in fear as they started to undress and one by one they revealed the biggest schlongs either of them had ever seen. They were all semi-erect, but still looked to be like 9 or 10 inches each. Karla wondered how big they would actually get once they were fully hard. Vicky was amazed and Olivia was just terrified.

Jaysin: “All right guys special deal. You all paid big money for two girls and 6 holes, I’m throwing in a third girl with 3 more holes for free! Go easy on the redhead though…she got that new bitch smell! Ha! Ha! Girls, take care of these boys. I’m out!”

Jaysin then quickly left. The Africans smiled, as they all were watching the girls’ eyes, which had not left the vicinity of their giant peckers since they had been revealed. The men then walked towards the girls by twos with each duo taking one of the girls by the hand to a different area of the large living room floor. The two behemoths with Vicky started to kiss and suck on her breasts. The guy sucking her left boob stuck his middle finger sharply into her drenched pussy making Vicky moan in heavy pleasure. Karla was pushed down to her knees between the two men with her and one of their black semi-erect cocks was placed between her lips and the other into her right hand. Karla struggled to get her mouth around the monster, which was quickly getting bigger as she moved her hot mouth over it. The thought of taking either of these huge fuck sticks between her legs was very concerning to her, but she couldn’t wait to try. On the complete other side of the room, Olivia was squealing in pleasure. One of her guys had lifted her up and had sat her on his shoulders with her pussy in his own face. He had his long tongue darting in and out of her now drenched hot box. The other guy then pulled the rest of her torso down to a horizontal position and jammed his tongue into her mouth, which muffled Olivia’s moans of pleasure. It was crazy. Olivia was being licked, kissed, and fondled over six feet above the floor.

At this point Karla had been taken over to the couch. She was draped into a doggie position over the back of it and one of her suitors stuck his cock deep izmit kendi evi olan escort into her mouth again. The other guy grabbed her ass cheeks and put his now erect eleven-inch penis at the lips of her throbbing pussy. He slowly pushed his cock head into her and Karla arched her back in pain. With each thrust of his large ebony pole he got himself a little deeper into her. Karla yelped around the other dick that was being forced into her throat with each stab into her tight cunt. The pain was excruciating. It wasn’t until the guy fucking her pussy got about 7 inches into her did the pain turn to pleasure. Karla was in heaven again.

Olivia was still being licked and French kissed held high up between her two giants. She had already been brought to orgasm twice up there and was working on her third. The guy licking her pussy licked deeper with his tongue than any of her previous boyfriends had done with their small white dicks in her young sexual past. It was almost like she was having intercourse with his long darting tongue. She was delirious.

Vicky was told to lie on the floor. One of her men then sat behind her head and placed his cock in her mouth. His big black balls tea bagged her eyes as he fed her his dark meat. He then moved his knees over each of her arms and pinned them both down. Grabbing her legs, he pulled them up and back to him and secured them both behind his arms, which spread them wide and raised Vicky’s ass up considerably from the carpet. The guy did all this without taking his black prick from her sucking mouth. Vicky didn’t know why he was securing all of her limbs until she realized that the other guy was getting himself position at her asshole. She immediately was terrified. The guy spit into his hand and wet his cock down a bit then went to work prying her anus open with it. Vicky couldn’t move. She couldn’t even squirm. Screaming wasn’t an option because her mouth was stuffed too. All she could do was cry and take it, and it’s what she did for a while. Every few seconds her body was jolted by either a slap to one of her large boobs or a hard spank to the side of her cock filled ass. Vicky was being skewered from both ends.

During all of this, Olivia was finally set down on one of the living room chairs. The guy that had been sucking her pussy up to that point was ready to fuck her. He got himself between her legs and started feeding his black monster into her in the missionary position. It was Olivia’s turn now to experience the pain that came from a large black cock impaling her tight little white pussy. The guy was switching from short strokes to long deeper strokes until he had gotten most of it into her. Olivia was now bucking her body at him with each thrust and she came multiple times. The other guy had left them and joined the Karla party. Eventually, the now three guys with Karla were filling all of her holes at once with their big black meat-cicles. At one point two of them had worked their cocks together into her pussy and Karla thought she was going to be split into two.

This is how the night went on. The room was loud with pleasure, screams and the smell of extreme sex was thick in the air. The six giants moved about the room periodically from girl to girl. They had methodically gotten their large fuck sticks into all nine holes that the girls were offering on more than one or two occasions. The fucking was intense. Each girl was filled with large creamy loads in all of their orifices. There was sticky cum everywhere. It was non-stop. They were fucked the whole night through and then late into the morning too. It wasn’t until 11am when the guys all finally had their fill and left. A little after that Jaysin returned to check in on the girls. They were still naked and filled with cum just sitting around exhausted.

Jaysin: “Heeey…how’s my three little white bitches? I told ya those guys would be wreckin’ ya! So here’s the deal, later tonight…it’s show time again so clean yourselves up and get some rest. Karla, I got you working a bachelor party, and Vick? You got a date with some older guys again. Yeah them old guys just love them big ol’ titties. So go on. Go clean up and rest up!”

Karla and Vicky left the room as they were told. When they were gone, Olivia watched as Jaysin unzipped his fly, and pointed his hard black cock in her direction.

Jaysin: “You my dear, well, I haven’t had the pleasure of having you yet. So get your little red ass over here and get to suckin’. I want you to suck my dick and swallow every drop that comes out of it. After that, I’m gonna fuck your pussy too!”

Olivia got down on her knees in front of Jaysin and started sucking his dick. She was sucking him off like she hadn’t had a black cock in months, yet it had merely been minutes that she had ended an all night long fuck fest by six giant ones. Just like Karla and Vicky, Olivia was now addicted to big black dicks.

That crazy week was two years ago. There have been plenty of weeks just like it since then. For you see, these three little white girls have been fucked by hundreds of black dicks since that time. They’ve become professionals at it. They’ve all long quit their jobs. This is what they do now. They are BBC whores, and it all started with Karla’s curiosity.

The End

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I don’t even know what her name was.

The full moon illuminates the cold, desolate woods as another hot burst of vomit sears my throat. I hold my knees, and hear the scampering of a squirrel as it hurries up a tree, anxious to get out of the midnight November air. A shovel rests at my feet, the blade a foot away from the dead girl’s hand. It protrudes, stiff and blue, from a pile of dead, damp leaves. I wipe my mouth on the sleeve of my jacket. Steam rises from the expelled contents of my stomach.

My mind is a reeling. I’m scared of getting caught, relieved in finally satiating the urge, and shocked at how easy it had all been. Vomiting appears to be the way my body handles such an overload of emotion.

I had a five by two foot rectangle dug into the cold wet earth. Three feet deep was my goal. Three feet would be plenty.

“I don’t even know what her name was.” I think to myself, my stomach turning again.

I had been driving down a typical rural Nebraska road when I spotted the girl. Miles of harvested corn fields stretched to the horizon on my right, and a dense forest loomed on the left. I was making the 10 mile drive to town for reasons I can’t even remember. In the distance, pushing a bike along the side of the deserted road, was a young girl. She was dressed in dark blue jeans and a pink fleece hoodie. She looked over her shoulder as I approached. Dark brown hair spilled out of the front of her upturned hood.

As if possessed, I eased of the gas and slowed as I neared the vulnerable girl. Her purple bike was sporting a popped rear tire and dirt covered her left pant leg. I pulled over about 30 yards in front of her. I’m not sure what made me stop. Part of me thinks, or hopes, that I just wanted to help. The rest of me, the sadly more honest part, thinks I knew my plans for the girl as soon as I saw her.

Through the rearview mirror I saw the girl stop walking. Her entire body seemed to tense up as she stared at my reflected eyes. I stepped out of the car, and started walking toward her. She looked at my varsity jacket, and then my face.

The girl smiled and the fear dissolved from her skinny body. “Hi Mike.” She said, as she started walking toward me. The girl was just over five feet tall and had a face still childlike in its roundness. The name and emblem of my local high school adorned the left breast of her pink zip-up hoodie. Even though I had no idea who the girl was, I was not at all surprised to learn she knew me.

In small town Nebraska, the local High School’s Quarterback tends to be a local celebrity. I’ve done a few ribbon cuttings, and have even been asked to sign a few autographs. I’m asked to ride in parades, and every father I meet in town seems to talk up his beautiful daughter.

If only they knew.

“Hi.” I say to the girl, flashing her a convincing smile. “Are you okay? ” I ask, looking at a two inch tear on the dirty left leg of her jeans. A bloody scrape is visible through the jagged hole.

“It’s just a scratch.” She said, smiling. Deep dimples were imbedded in her rosy cheeks.

“Where ya headed? ” I ask. “You’re kinda in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah, I was just going to my friend’s house. She lives just off route 9.” That was about three miles up the road, passed the interstate. “It usually only takes a half hour or so, but I got a flat.” The girl’s face seemed to redden as I smiled kindly at her. She looked away and shuffled her feet. “I fell a little way back.”

“Don’t you have a cellphone on you? Maybe your mom or dad could pick you up.” It was later that I realized I was asking this to make sure no one knew exactly where she was. It was an instinctive move.

“No. I don’t have a phone with me. My parents aren’t home anyway.”

I pretended to think for a moment. “I could drive you the rest of the way, and drop you off.” I told her, feeling an anxious quake in the pit of my stomach. Was I really about to do this? “It’s on my way, it won’t be any trouble.”

The girl looked at me with a mixture of shy embarrassment and awkward admiration. It reminded me of the way girls in my eighth grade class had looked at the handsome young Social Studies teacher. That man never had to ask for volunteers to pass out and collect homework. There was always a girl willing the wash the blackboard and beat the chalk from the erasers. Two girls even staged a fight so they could get detention and stay with him for an extra hour after school.

Part of me wanted to scream for her to run away. I’d jump back into my car, and speed off down the desolate road, leaving the girl with a funny story to tell at school on Monday. I’d go home and jerk-off until my cock was sore thinking about the things I wanted to do to her.

But I was tired of fighting it. I was sick of going on dates and my sole thought being what it would feel like to choke the life out of the girl sitting across from me. Or what her mouth would look like full of blood and broken teeth. Eventually, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it any longer. I’d probably snap and kill the girl everyone in town knew I had a date with. Of course I’d be the first one suspected.

This young girl seemed like a gift. She was the perfect opportunity to finally get it out of my system. Hopefully for good.

“Okay,” the pretty young girl said, “if it’s not much trouble.”

My stomach reeled. I forced myself to smile at the girl. “You can,” I felt bile burning in my throat, “you can put you bike back here.” I popped open the trunk and eased the bike inside. As the teen opened the passenger side door, I slammed the trunk. She wiped as much dirt as she could from her pants and slid into the car. I watched her pull her hood down, revealing a slender, pale neck.

I exhaled deeply.

As I pulled away, my heart pounded so hard that I felt it may well burst. It seemed I could feel every rapid thump throughout my entire body. I was driving for about 15 seconds when I realized I hadn’t been breathing. The girl’s head turned to me after I gasped awkwardly. She looked away after a few moments.

About 3/4 of a mile up the road, a dirt path entered into the forest. That winding path would be the point of no return. The girl spoke, but I could not hear her over the sound of my heart and my mind screaming for me to finally go through with it. I looked at her and nodded. This seemed to satisfy her. The path was now 1/2 of mile away. There was a terrible cramp in my bowels, and kocaeli escort I was afraid I may shit my pants. I adjusted myself in my seat, and forced air slowly through my pursed lips.

It was 1/4 of a mile to the path, and no cars were visible up or down the road. I hadn’t seen another driver since before I noticed the doomed girl walking a couple hundred yards in front of me. “Do it!” My mind screamed. “Kill the little cunt! Fucking destroy her!”

With a flash of viciousness, I grabbed the girl’s hair and slammed her forehead against the dash. I pressed the breaks hard and turned onto the bumpy dirt path. The girl whined, as I held her hair firm.

“Stop it!” She screamed after her head cleared from the impact. “What are you doing? !” I squeezed her hair tighter.

“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted, a stark calm now spreading through my body. She tried digging her fingernails into my hand. I slammed her head against the dash again, and again.

She started crying.

“Be quiet!” I yelled, shaking her head and pulling out several hairs.

“Ow! Please, you’re hurting me!” I shook her again. “Stop! Please!” I forced her head down between her knees, needing to lean over the gear shift to do it. The girl continued to weep as I drove deeper in the forest, and deeper into the dark chasms of my twisted desire.

After ten minutes, I stopped the car. My heart had slowed to a normal pace, and I no longer felt the urge to vomit. I felt like I did at home in bed, masturbating and picturing myself drawing a knife across Whitney Donaldson’s throat as I pounded into her bleeding asshole. None of this seemed real, and for a moment I thought maybe it wasn’t. Then, as if to assure me this was really happening, I got a strong whiff of piss. I’d never fantasized or dreamt of my victims pissing themselves. I looked at the girl and saw a dark patch moving down her tiny leg.

“Disgusting little bitch!” I yelled, pushing my door open. The girl yelped as I forced her by the hair over the center console. A dark patch grew on the grey fabric where she had been sitting. I threw her to the dirt and kicked her in the stomach. Her mouth opened wide as she struggled for air. I kicked her again, and her face twisted into an agonized grimace. Another kick caused her to vomit. Her lungs were empty, so the heave was strangely silent. It was like viewing a shuttle launch from several miles away. I saw the massive explosion, but heard only the flapping of birds wings.

Like the delayed cacophony of that distant liftoff, the girl finally erupted into a deafening gasp. Wheezing and coughing, she struggled for air. She vomited again, this time accompanied by the traditional retching sound. The girl rolled onto her back and held her stomach. A slimy mixture of fluids covered her chin. She coughed and cried, grinding the bottom of her feet into the damp ground.

I bent down and grabbed her by the hood. She tried to scream as I dragged her toward the trunk of a massive oak tree. Dead leaves crunched under her as she fought for air. She tried to pull the hoodie away from her neck, but couldn’t get her fingers between the fabric and her skin. Her eyes bulged and her face reddened. I forced her to sit against the tree. Her back dug into the jagged bark, and I straddled her waist.

“Look at me!” I yelled, taking a wrist into each hand. The girl looked down, a trail of drool falling from her chin to her small chest. I squeezed her wrists and pressed my bloated cock against her stomach. “Open your fucking eyes!” I waited, clenching and unclenching my jaw, waiting for her to give me an excuse to split her head open.

Eventually, the young girl followed orders. Her irises were pale blue, and barely visible due to her fear dilated pupils. They glistened with tears, and displayed a beautiful combination of terror and confusion. “W. . .why? ” She stuttered, the sour smell of vomit on her breath.

“You’re going to do exactly what I say.” My voice was quiet and seemed to originate outside my body, like I was the dummy in a ventriloquist act. “If you don’t, I’ll cut out your tongue and tie you naked to this fucking tree.” The threat was punctuated by me slamming her balled fists into the tree above her shoulders. I roared. “Do you understand? “

She stared wide eyed into my face. A slight nod of her head knocked a tear from her lower right eyelid to her pale, slightly freckled cheek.

I rose to my feet, and threw her hands down. “Pull down my pants.” My hands rested on top of her head, and she looked up at me with desperate eyes. I exhaled angrily, and the teen raised her trembling fingers to my crotch. After a few moments she managed to unbutton my jeans, and pulled down the zipper. I could feel silent sobs rocking her body through the top of her head. She hesitated and took handfuls of denim on either side of my legs and pulled them to my knees.

The girl stopped. My seven inch cock tented my black boxers just about to her small, runny nose. She glanced back up. “Go on. The boxers too.” Her body slumped and her cries increased.

“Please, Mike. Why are you doing this? ” She frowned up at me, revealing a crooked pair of front teeth. I squatted back down and pressed my hand against her neck with almost all the strength I could muster. Her legs kicked, crashing her thighs against my squatting ass. Frantically, her small hands wrapped around my wrist and tried to force my arm away. When the futility of that became apparent, she took a swat at my shoulder and another across my face.

I pressed her neck against the tree with everything I had. Her arms dropped to her side. “That was a mistake.” I screamed, pulling her head toward me and slamming it against the tree. “That was a big fucking mistake!” I shouted, breaking off chucks of bark with the middle school girl’s head. Her crying stopped and her eyes widened with a dazed, almost stoned, look. I got back to my feet before the sitting girl. “Pull them down you stupid cunt!”

She raised her hands, trembling even more now, and reached for the legs of my underwear. After a few tugs, they were around my knees. My head had grown pale purple and gleamed with a coating of anticipatory pre-cum. I hadn’t showered yet that day, so the remains of last night’s fantasy lay dried and stinking in my pubic hair. “Open your mouth.”

The girl’s head fell, and she bawled with her shoulders shaking intensely.

I took a handful of hair from each side of her head, and darıca escort forced her to face it. “Open your mouth!” Her lips began to part, and she clenched her eyes. “If you do anything stupid, I’ll fucking kill you!” I moved my hips toward the girl, and pressed my swollen head against her quaking lips. She gagged, as the head filled her small mouth and she was forced to breathe through her nose. “Use your tongue.” I said quietly.

The girl continued to cry, as her tiny tongue moved over the bulbous head. I stared down at her revolted face. She stretched her jaw as wide as it would go, and tried desperately not to make contact with her teeth. Her continued crying sent pleasurable waves through my cock. For several minutes, I allowed the young girl a thorough tasting of my unwashed dick.

I finally pulled my head from her mouth and stepped closer. She recoiled when I flopped the entire length across her face. “Suck my balls.” I ordered, slapping them against her clenched lips. I felt her mouth open and her stiff tongue took a few laps of my right testicle. She tasted the other and then stretched her mouth around it. As the girl had the most sensitive part of my body between her teeth, I felt a twinge of fear. If she decided to bite down, she better hope I didn’t catch her. I wouldn’t kill her. That would be letting her off too easily. I’d cut out her eyes, cut out her tongue, and jam jagged twigs into her eardrums. The blind, deaf, and dumb cunt wouldn’t be able to get me out of her head as she suffered a worthless existence until she finally died.

I stepped away from the girl and slapped her. Her hands shot to her face, and she screamed into them. I kicked my shoes off, and removed my pants and boxers from around my knees. The air was incredibly cold against my blood engorged cock. “Stand up!” I shouted at the girl as I gave my cock a few strokes. After a few moments, she removed her hands from her face and rose to her feet. Several loose pubic hairs remained plastered to her face with pre-cum, sweat, and her own tears. “Take off your clothes.”

Her drooping head, shot up to look at me. She was silent, but her eyes begged me to leave her alone. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” They said, tearful and wide. “Please don’t!”

I spoke slowly and quietly. “Take. . .off. . .your. . .fucking clothes.” I made fists and took a step toward her.

“O. . .okay.” She said, pressing herself harder against the tree. A piece of bark fell to the ground from behind her ass. She started with her pink and white Reeboks, stepping on the heels and kicking them off. She wore plain white socks that instantly got soaked in the wet ground. Her slender fingers pulled down the zipper of her hoodie, revealing a black baby doll shirt with a large N across her medium breasts. She pulled the hoodie off and looked around the ground. I almost burst when I realized she was looking for the cleanest spot to drop it. The stupid cunt had no idea what was going on.

“Here,” I said holding my arms out, “toss it to me.” The girl tossed the hoodie into my arms. I wanted to tear it into shreds and toss it into the mud, but I decided to let her believe I was intending to let her live.

She unbuttoned her jeans. The zipper fell slowly and ominously. White cotton panties peaked out. She pulled down the jeans, revealing pale and slender legs. They were silky smooth and damp from piss and the wet ground. She pulled them from her feet, sniffling. The dark outline of her cunt was clear through the soaked panties. A narrow band of the tree was visible through the gap between her thighs from her chattering knees to her plump lips.

I caught her tossed jeans, and draped them over my right arm. The smell of her urine was a surprising turn-on. It was liquid fear, an unmistakable sign that the bitch was horrified.

She stood, her hands over her crotch, seeming to hope that by “Take off your fucking clothes” I didn’t actually mean ALL her clothes. I gave her a “Go on, I’m waiting” look and her chest shook with several rapid sobs. She swallowed hard and pulled off her shirt in one quick motion. The girl wore no bra, her breasts the size of oranges. Her small pink nipples had hardened slightly in the cold air. A gust from behind made her shiver, shaking her petite tits from side to side.

She tossed me her shirt. For a few moments she hesitated. Finally, she reached her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and started to pull then down. Wispy patches of downy pubic hair lined her plump cunt lips. Her mound glistened with piss and the goose bumps were discernible from several feet away. When I saw her virginal little pussy, a fresh surge of desire threw me toward the girl. I dropped her clothes and rushed the bitch.

My cock reached her first, my slick head hitting her above the belly button. She stumbled, her soiled panties still around her frail, coltish legs. I placed hands under her armpits, lifted her, and slammed her bare back against the tree. The girl screamed into my face. I forced my right forearm against her neck and reached for my cock with my left hand. For a few agonizing seconds, I struggled to find her opening. I slid my cock over her body, while lifting and lowering her petite frame. Finally, I felt her fleshy lips envelop my head with their warmth.

I forced myself a few inches into her. A scream like a shotgun blast escaped from the defiled little girl. I pressed my chest against her and placed my left hand over her small right breast. Another scream turned into a fevered cry as I thrust into her again.

Suddenly, the tight little treasure was swamped with lubrication. I pulled out partially and then plunged in again, slightly deeper. As she continued to cry, scream, and beg, I massaged her breast, loving how her hard nipple tickled my palm. I felt her hands on my shoulders, trying to push me away. I felt her fist pounding into my shoulders and on the sides of my head. Her attempts were laughable, not even worth a slap or a punch to put an end to them.

Blood began dripping down my balls, and I felt stray drops splash against my thighs with each lunge. The girl had moved her hands to her face and settled into a steady cry when I punched into her cervix. This sent a silencing shudder through the girl that was soon followed by an earth shattering shriek. As I repeatedly punched into her bleeding pussy, I felt my balls slowly begin to clinch. It wouldn’t be long. Soon this little bitch will be filled gölcük escort with-

She vomited. The disgusting, shit brained little cunt puked on my varsity jacket. I immediately stopped. For a few seconds I tried to contain my fury, but it quickly bubbled over. I took the girl under her armpits, turned around, and threw her to the ground. She landed on her back, forcing all the air from her lungs. Her legs were spread. Blood covered her cunt and much of her upper thighs. I looked around and pulled a four foot narrow branch from a nearby tree. A switch was what my grandmother called them. I walked back to the still gasping little girl and began swinging.

The end of the stick was about the width of a chopstick, and as it hit the girl, it sliced into her flesh. I whipped her nearly flat chest over a dozen times, with one direct hit to her left nipple. Each blow snapped loudly, and summoned a new line of blood across her body. When she finally took a breath, she rekindled her screams, forcing me to turn my attention to her face. I sliced open her lower lip, possibly blinded her with a direct hit on her right eye. She turned onto her stomach, and began crawling toward the car on her knees. Switch in hand, I leaped onto her back. Her face smashed into the ground. I had the little cunt pinned.

“You little shit!” I screamed, pulling off my jacket. “You cunt!” I tossed my jacket several feet away. “You’re gonna die for that, bitch!” I took several swipes at her upper shoulders as I straddled her ass and leaned on the small of her back with my left hand. My cock rested in the crack of her round ass. Each blow across her back, each new red gash into her flawless pale flesh brought me closer to orgasm.

I dropped the switch and leaned over the prone girl, blood pooling in the grass under her torn pussy. With my left hand, I guided my sensitive cock to the pinhole opening into her ass. Her cries and screams had no room to grow as my entire seven inches filled her tiny rectum.

After about a dozen thrusts, her anal cherry broke. Her anus tore, lubricating my now shit coated cock. I fucked her with a sense of abandon, as if a rogue planet was moments away from colliding with earth.

As I’m balled deep in the teen schoolgirl, I picked up the switch and snapped off all but the first foot. The thick base ended in a jagged mess of splintered oak. I took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. She let loose with an incredibly high whining scream. Still thrusting violently into her bowels, I leaned over her and stab into her throat with the broken branch.

The first blow is only a glancing one. The second ricochets off. The third hits the target. A quarter inch of the jagged wood is implanted into her neck. Screams continued as I pushed and twisted the wood into her throat. Millimeter my millimeter the spike was driven deeper into her. A torrent of blood spilled over my hand as I ruptured something vital.

The screaming stopped. Her anus stopped clinching around my invading cock. I pulled the wood from her neck and her once pretty face crashed to the earth.

I began to cum. The most powerful orgasm of my life crashed over me like a tidal wave. I seemed to cum for minutes, depositing more hot semen into the girl’s cooling body. The forest spun, and I felt the presence of God. If that warmth, that unfettered joy that pulsed through my body wasn’t the presence of God, then God does not exist.

I inhaled deeply, and continued thrusting through my waning orgasm. When it finally passed, I collapsed onto the girl’s back. My head rested over her right shoulder, the coppery smell of her broken throat filled my lungs and nostrils. After a minute, I struggled to stand. My shrinking cock pulled from the dead teen’s anus with a slurping sound. An abhorrent mixture of blood, shit, and cum oozed from the distended and torn hole. My knees wobbled under me as I leaned over and forced the murder weapon deep into her ass.

For several minutes I stood, staring down at the girl, filth dripping to the dirt from my almost flaccid cock.

The final wave of post orgasm euphoria passed, and I realized I needed to do something with the body. After weighing my options, I decided to bury her right here. I decided to hide her and come back with a shovel that night. I bury her in the deepest hole I could dig.

The fear returned, bringing with it the unbearable stomach pains. I began to vomit.

It’s now nearly 4:00am, and I’m finally satisfied with the depth of the hole. Despite the cold, sweat drips down my back and stings my eyes. The full moon shines, filtered by the naked branches like milk through a crone’s twisted fingers. I drop the shovel, and the blade crashes against a half buried rock, sending a seemingly endless series of echoes through the thick forest. From my pocket, I pull out a near empty pack of Marlboros and light one with unsteady hands.

A thousand different fears flash through my mind as I puff, waiting and hoping for even a modicum of calm from the nicotine. Could blood hounds track her scent even though she was in my car? Is the grave deep enough into the forest to avoid a search party? How long would it be before the police were searching the road? Had I left tire tracks on the asphalt when I braked to turn into the forest? Her bike, what was I going to do with her bike?

I toss the butt into the grave and look toward the girl. A breeze had disturbed the pile of leaves, exposing much of her pale, bony arm. I walk toward her, kneel down, and reach for her wrist. I hesitate, and pull my hand back like I’m about to pull an ember from a fire. My hands are sweaty, so I wipe them on my jeans. Finally, I grab her wrist and pull her naked body from the dead foliage. They rustle loudly as her head emerges.

Stray leaves are stuck to the gaping wound in her throat, and blood dried around her blue lips. Her small chest emerges, caked in blood. I reach the grave and pull the corpse into it. She lands on her left side and I see the stick still protruding from between the pale round lobes of her ass. I throw her clothes into the pit, her soiled panties landing on her face.

I begin refilling the hole. As the girl’s body becomes more and more obscured by the black earth, I feel a growing sense of ease. And when every inch of her is covered, I start reliving my terrible acts. When the hole is nearly filled, I begin to feel that I might do it again. And as I scatter obscuring sticks and leaves over the finished grave, I am already making a list of all the things I will do differently next time.

I laugh.

I don’t even know the cunt’s name.

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Jasper’s dad was never like this before she thought to herself, when she was younger, he was so gentle and kind. Then she started developing her now oversized tits and her verlumtuous curves. She had good grades, at times a boyfriend but they never got far with her. He only let his craving go one other time than this, his friend Robert had convinced Manuel to take his daughter out on the new van that the two just bought for the company they created. They would take her in the middle of no where and take advantage of her their and it would only be for that one time. But for that one time they were going to destroy her and rip her to shreds. She remembered it so vividly everytime she thought about it.

“Get dressed jas,” Manuel said to his daughter excitedly, his mind racing with millions of dirty thoughts on how she wont be needing those clothes. “we are going to go to a party!”

“Really daddy???” Jasper asked with big wide brown eyes “What kind of party?”

“A grown up party, so go put on something nice.” Her father answered her, almost feeling obliged to tell her what was going to happen to her.

Jasper bounded out of the kitchen into her bedroom and grabbed her best sundress, her feet almost going faster than the rest of her young, plump body.

“Finally a grown up party” Jasper said to herself.

She wondered what she was going to do there, maybe she could dance, meet cute boys, or even have a drink or two. She couldnt stop thinking of the possibilities as she fit into the dress and put on a pair of cute white heels. She slapped on some light colored lipstick and some thick mascara, hoping it would bring out her eyes.

Jasper walked back into the kitchen where her father was waiting patiently. Normally he wouldnt let her go out of the house with a dress that short but tonight, no one else would see it but him and Robert, on the floor of his van. The two of them got in the brand new vehicle and began to drive to his friends house where he was waiting with excitement.

Manuel pulled up and Robert got in the van next to jasper with a six pack of lager in his hand. They knew each other very well and she thought he was pretty cute since he was a lot younger than her dad.

“Would you like a beer jas?” Robert asked her with a persuasive smile.

“Yea, I would love one, thanks.” she responded taking a beer while trying to hide the joy in her face and tone of voice.

She has tried beer before but never with other people, other GROWNUPS. She downed one beer and had atleast three more after that. Now drunk as ever and falling all over Robert, she wondered when they would get t the party. Manuel drove out on a dirt path and parked in the middle of the woods. Turning the engine off but leaving the AC running, since there was going to be heat in the car.

“What are we doing here?” Jasper asked Robert as she said it in his ear, with beer on her breath.

Robert started kissing Jasper seductivley and she couldnt say no because she was loving it. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and kissed him harder. She thought that was as far as it was going to go since her daddy was in the van with them, until Robert grabbed her breast and started feeling under her sundress.

Jasper pushed Roberts hand away gently and he just forcefully put it back to where it was before, groping away at her D cup mounds.

“My escort kocaeli dads in the car we can’t do that now.” She whispered to him, shaking from what could happen if Daddy wasnt there.

Suddenly she felt a different hand move up her legs. She looked up and saw her father slowly peeling off his pants. Startled she just stood there in shock while her daddy pulled the light colored sundress off of his drunk, and helpless daughter. Jasper was now in just a bra, panties and her high heels.

“Wha….What are you doing??” she demanded only to have a hand cover up her mouth and another rip off her bra exposing her large fleshy tits.

Robert started suckling on her pinkish nipples and he could feel them getting harder as his tongue lapped them more and more. Both of the men picked her up and took her to the electric couch that formed into a layout bed. She was still squirming and writhing, wondering when the two of them were going to stop. Robert climbed over her chest and fished his cock out of his pants.

“N….N…No!” she yelled out just before he could jam himself into her soft, virgin mouth. He only put it to silence what was to come anyways.

As Jasper layed there crying with meat in her mouth and her makeup running down her cheeks, Manuel took out his Iphone and played the video mode on his camera, he wasnt going to miss a second of this. Jasper felt her panties slip away from her legs, only leaving her in her heels. She felt her daddy’s large and recognizable hands rub her virgin, shaved pussy and jam a finger inside until he reached her hymen, but he didnt go any farther. Manuel pulled his finger out of his daughter and started rubbing his hardening cock on her wet pussy.

“MMMM…MMMM…MMMM!” she tried to scream with Roberts pipe pistoning in and out of her throat “Pl….plesshh!”

Manuel pushed the large, spongy head of his prick inside her tight and humiliated temple. He felt the hymen hit and smiled. There was a slight pause before he rammed his dick inside Jasper, her pussy enveloping his entire shaft. Her back arched and she screamed with a large amount of decibels even with the cock in her mouth, only giving Robert more pleasure. Manuel pumped in and out with the rythem of his friend as waves of pain ripped through Jasper. Spit and tears dripping down her neck, the poor girl held on to conciousness.

Manuel pulled out of her daughter as so did Robert, as he yanked Jasper by the hair and got her off the bed. Manuel layed down, dick in hand.

“Get ontop of me, you stupid whore.” he demanded to the girl.

She hesitated and backed away, her legs weak from the initial damage, and she felt a hard slap from Robert sting her ass and rippled through the cheeks. Quickly, she climbed ontop of her Father, tears in her eyes and precum running down her neck and corners of her mouth. She lined up his cock with her pussy but suddenly looked up at him.

“Da…daddy please stop, dont do this, please.” She begged to him.

The lust filled in his eyes even more, he grabbed her by her large, pale yet soft hips and slammed her ontop of his member.

“aHHHhhhHHHhhhHHHhhhHHH!!!!” Jasper screamed while she rode Manuel, his prick stabbing her so deeply and painfully, it felt like a red hot poker was being thrust into her young womb.

Then she felt a pressure on her second love hole. Jasper turned around kocaeli anal yapan escort to see Robert trying to jam himself into her sweet ass.

“NoNoNoNooo!” she pleaded with the two men as she tried to get off of Manuel. “St…stop!!!”

He wrapped his arms around her back, pinning poor little jasper onto his dick, and exposing her asshole. She felt the pressure on her back door and, like the rush of a breaking damn, Roberts cock filled her all the way to the brim. A new set of tears rained from her face as she cried while the two men penetrated her, almost in sync with each other. And as of the same syncronization, she felt them pump harder and harder into her with a faster pace and she knew what was next.

“Nononononononononnonono please stoppppp!!!” she begged and pleaded with a pain filled voice.

Their nuts clenched and the two men came into the poor girls womb and bowels with large jets of cum and she sucummed to the assault, finally passing out ontop of her dad. Robert pulled out after Manuel got out from under her and took pictures while the cum dripped out Jaspers unconcious body. Oh god was he going to remember this.

They layed her down with the video camera still rolling, the cum dripping out of her holes, her legs shaking and took her back to the house.

>>>

Manuel parked the car in the driveway and open the back door, where stuck a finger inside jasper’s own back door, she flinched meaning she was still alive, guess they didnt fuck her hard enough. He put the clothes back on her and carried her inside. Robert had already left feeling satisfied with the successful rape of little Jasper, but Manuel wasnt done yet.

Manuel brought the girl in her room and layed her down on the bed, Jasper still fast asleep, she had no energy left from what happened to her. He went to the garage and found some rope. tying her hands and the joints of her knees the bed, she looks like a prized hog ready to be gutted. The man went into her hamper, already getting hard from the thought of fucking jasper again, and found her underwear. Before he tied it around her mouth, he took a big long wiff of it, pulling in the teens scent. Manuel broke a stick of herbs under her nose and she woke up. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and smiled.

“Mmm mm mmm!!!!” jasper screamed through the panties in her mouth and shaking her head wildly.

He cut open her favorite dress and her bra, leaving japer in her thin panties. Manuel fished out his member and started stroking it against the dry pussy. Manuel ran the blade of his knife across jasper’s left nipple as he suckled on the right.

Crying and crying and shaking her head, ranting and raving all over jasper struggled against the ropes that gripped her enough to trickle blood down her wrists. She thought this would never end, she just wanted it to end.

“Yea you like that huh,” manuel whispered to his daughter as he ran his now rock hard cock across her dripping wet vice. “you like it when I rub my dick against you.”

He cut apart the underwear that had a colorful little bow on it and exposed the girls temple that layed in ruins, dripping with juice. Manuel ran his across her pussy and looked into her begging eyes. He stopped and stared.

Dead silence.

The animalistic lust cut through the pleading innocence izmit yabancı escort like a sword and he smiled as he rammed himelf into jasper. The pain, oh god the pain jasper felt, her legs were on fire, her eyes red and puffy from tears. He kept hitting his dick on her cervix, she felt as if it was going to buckle at any moment. And soon enough, manuel and jasper both let out a howl, one of pain, one of pleasure, as the man broke into her daughters cervix and fucked her directly into her womb.

Manuel started pumping in faster and faster with much more force than before and jasper started shaking her head and pleading with the man through the spit and sweat covered underwear in her teeth. He didnt listen to her, all he wanted to do was empty his seed inside his daughter. He pushed himself as far as he could inside of jasper and came long, hot ropes of cum inside her womb. He stayed there for a little while longer, listening to jasper wimper. He turned her hips over exposing her large ass and started beating it up until it was black and blue, she screamed with every strike.

As Jasper layed there, her ass bruised and swelling from her father and cum drippin out her pussy, Manuel pulled out a vibrator from his pocket and turned it on. He pushed it inside her asshole until only the top remained. She wimpered at the constant vibrations trembling through her tight love hole. Manuel turned her back over, Jasper noticed the door was cracked open with a shadow in the light coming through it.

“hehe Looks like someones been watching” Manuel said in her ear with a chuckle.

He got off the bed and walked out of the room Jasper was left there with a vibrator in her ass and tears running down her throat, tied and gagged. She fell asleep right before her second forced orgasm through the vibrating sensations in her rectum.

Jasper awoke to the light lapping of someone’s tongue in between her bruised hips; dazed and confused she looked around, the alarm clock said about five oclock in the morning. She looked down and saw a mound of brunette hair, with blonde streaks running through it tied in a pony tail.

“MOMMMMYYYYY” Jasper screamed through the gag, as her mother Lupita ran her tongue across her cum soaked pussy.

“Shhhhh Shhhh sweetie,” Lupita said as she stuck a delicate finger inside jas. “Im almost done, promise.”

Lupita went back to licking and fingering Jasper, the other hand twisting at her own nipple. The pressure built up inside the little girl, and a wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Lupita sucked up all of the juices and stood up.

Lupita climbed over Jasper on the and spread her legs over her.

“It’s my turn to get some pleasure out of my baby.” she said as she started rubbing her cunt over Jasper’s face.

Jasper watched as her own mother brought herself to orgasm infront of Jasper’s eyes, letting her pussy juices run down her legs and onto jasper’s cheeks and gag. Lupita unhooked her bra and placed her double D cup breasts on jasper’s face and moved them back and forth.

“Yea you like my big tits in your face dont you sweetie.” Lupita said with her eyes closed.

She reclasped her bra and put back on her shirt. Running her hands across jasper’s legs and lightly rubbing her pussy she went back down and started eating her out again, licking every drop of cum out of her slit. And right before jasper came again, Lupita stopped.

“ahh ahh ahh” She said with a smile “I dont let anyone cum a second time on the first go.”
She got up and walked out of the door. Leaving jasper alone again still tied up.

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