Freshman year…part 2…Justin fucks me
After giving Justin head, he fucks me.
After giving Justin head, he fucks me.
Part Eight
I made my way to bed, already deciding that I would not mention the business of being carried to bed to Mike. I think I was asleep before I smelt the pillow and if Mike kissed me goodnight, I didn’t feel it. I slept well.
The next morning began quite normally with Mum shouting us all down to a full cooked breakfast with freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee. We all chomped quietly and Mum started to ask what our plans were for the day. Before we could answer, she announced that she and John were going to the beach and we were welcome to join them but decide quickly as she had to pack up food and drink as necessary. I said, quite genuinely that I had a bit of sunburn from our Athens trip and didn’t really fancy a beach day if she didn’t mind. John then suggested that Mike might stay at home if we promised not to squabble. We laughed at that and Mike said he would have a day by the pool too. My heart skipped a beat and the potential for the day was already making my head spin.
Like all good things in life, the worst part was the waiting and it felt like my Mum was taking forever to pack her cool box for the beach. Even John told her to get a move on as he packed the deck chairs and beach umbrellas into the car. While she was packing, I had already been upstairs to shower and put my flowing sundress on, minus knickers as a surprise for Mike. I had re-shaved my pussy very carefully, scared of cutting myself. I had noticed some stubbly bits and wanted myself perfectly smooth, ready for Mike’s tongue. As I entered the kitchen, Mum seemed to be finally ready and ignored John’s huffing and impatience. She kissed me goodbye and they set off, promising to be back by 7pm to make dinner. Nearly nine hours alone. Bliss!
As the car drove away, I stepped back into the kitchen where Mike was leaning back against the sink with a smug smile. I ran over and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. His hands went straight to my bum under my dress and immediately noticed the lack of underwear. He cooed his approval as we kissed and he lifted me and plonked me down on the worktop. No sooner than my bottom had hit the surface, Mike dropped to his knees, pulled me to the very edge and plunged his head into the soft flesh of my crotch. His tongue hit the jackpot on its first stab and I squealed my pleasure and grabbed his hair to pull him in deeper with one hand and unbuttoned the front of my summer dress with the other. I needed to be naked for my lover.
Mike pulled me closer to the edge and I held my legs as far apart as I could to give his wonderful tongue the access it deserved. His tongue was flicking, digging, swirling and probing as fingers helped in the assault on my pussy which was now pouring with my juices as my first orgasm of the day approached like an out of control train. My cries rang out around the empty house and I threw my head back, eyes closed as the shock waves blasted through my body and while I revelled in my pleasure I gasped as Mike pushed his full length into me in one rapid movement. The shock and the bit of pain left me breathless and I lifted my head forward and looked into the passion filled eyes of my tormentor. I threw my arms around his neck as he began his piston like pumping of my tiny frame. His body was slamming into mine and the items on the surface were rocking in time with the vicious fucking I was receiving. I began screaming at Mike to fuck me harder and harder and he complied, gripping my bum and pulling me forward to meet each thrust. I looked down to see a perfect view of my teen cunt stretched wide over his tool which glistened with my cum and the sight of it going nearly all the way out and then thumping back in to the hilt made me, if it was even possible, even hornier and my orgasm which hadn’t ended from before, began growing to another crescendo. I begged Mike to cum in me quickly, I desperately wanted him to cum with me and I wasn’t disappointed. My screams were almost drowned out by the roar from Mike as he unloaded his balls deep inside my body! The eye make-up I had put on earlier was now smeared down my face from the tears of joy, coursing down my cheeks. I collapsed onto Mike’s shoulder as we panted together and I expected him to stay there for a while but I felt a sudden disappointment as I felt him slide his still hard prick from me. As he pulled away he pushed my body back a little and as I was about to protest, he dropped back to my pussy and began to loudly slurp on our combined love juice, lapping at my sopping wet hole. My sensitivity down there was driving me insane but as I tried to stop him, his tongue only went deeper, slurping even harder until his job was done. When he finally left my pussy alone, I was shaking like a leaf and with an evil little chuckle, he lifted me from the counter and took me, naked, into the back garden. We weren’t overlooked but it still felt a little alien to me. As he sat me down, he popped back into the house, grabbed some drinks and joined me, now also naked, on a sun lounger.
I kept looking over my shoulder to the house, panicking that we would be seen and Mike calmed me down, ‘Listen baby, firstly, I don’t want to stay out here but we both needed a drink. Then we should have a quick swim to freshen up and then we can go to our room. How does that sound?’
I smiled and gave him a kiss, Then I responded, ‘That sounds perfect, just like you! I just want to be careful that our folks don’t catch us!’
‘Jeez, you panic way too much Lucy’ Mike said teasingly, ‘Even if we were shagging, we would hear the car on the gravel and would have plenty of time to get dressed before they came in!’
I thought about it for a second, he had a good point so I downed the rest of my drink and ran to the pool and dived in. Mike soon followed and we splashed around in the water for twenty minutes or so until he started to get randy again. I suggested we took it to somewhere a little less ‘outdoors’. Mike laughed, and agreed.
Walking hand in hand with my naked lover felt so right and when we lay down on the bed, our hands never stopped exploring and caressing each other as we kissed. We had opened the window to listen for the crunch of gravel and left the door open to allow a breeze to pass through, the temperature was already in the mid 30’s and the room was only going to get hotter.
As we were kissing, I felt Mike reaching over to his bedside drawer. As we broke our kiss, he produced a bottle of lube oil and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I wiggled mine back, knowing what he wanted and turned over, rubbing my bum against the steel rod that was his penis. I heard the cap click open and looked around as he smeared a liberal dose on his cock and then applied some more to his hand which he then placed between my bum cheeks. His finger was soon pushing deep inside me, quickly followed by a second, gently stretching me in preparation for his tool. I gave a hint that I was ready by pulling him closer by his manhood. It didn’t take a big hint! He slid slowly into me and when he was fully planted, his oily hands stroked my belly and boobs, giving my whole body a silky sheen. Then, holding me tight, he rolled onto his back, put his legs inside mine, bent his knees and then opened his legs and began to pump. I was held tight, legs almost painfully spread and he upped the tempo. I was already moaning my pleasure as he instructed me to play with my pussy while he fucked my arse which I was more than happy to do. That full feeling in my bum was so incredible and once again, he had full control of me and I loved hit. My head was back on his shoulder I was in a whole other place and was deliriously happy. The only problem was, we were not alone. A pair of eyes stood in the doorway of the bedroom watching us. This was going to change things, forever!
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I held back and watched my lover stalk his prey. There was no mistaking Gabriel for anything other than a predator. Tall and lean with a catlike grace, he moved silently through the darkness waiting patiently for the furtive young man he followed to wander far enough into the shadows to be taken.
We followed him silently for several blocks before he paused at the edge of a circle of light cast by a street lamp. He was only several feet from the entrance to an alley. and He withdrew something from his pocket to examine it in the dim light, and Gabriel flanked him like a panther circling it’s prey as it prepared to strike.
Moving so quickly that I was barely able to follow, Gabriel swept him off his feet and carried him deep into the alley where light did not penetrate. His victim didn’t have time to cry out and barely began to struggle. Hurrying after him, I took a deep breath inhaling the scent of fear and blood and felt the familiar rush of excitement as I watched my love begin to feed.
As Gabriel fed, drawing the young man’s soul from the center of his being, I pressed myself against his back. One hand went to my lover’s throat to feel the movement as he swallowed, the other slid around his waist and down over his flat stomach to fondle the growing bulge beneath his tightly fitting trousers. I knew that it was my touch and the thrill of my excitement, not the act of eating this boy’s soul, that aroused him.
I felt Gabriel jerk, his every muscle tensing, at the same moment that I heard his victim’s heart stutter to a stop and I wondered what he’d taken from the young man that had caused his body’s violent reaction. Before I could ask he turned to me, his hands gripping my upper arms hard enough to have caused pain were I still human, and shoved me against the rough brick wall of the building on south side of the alley.
Surprised by his action, I laughed. He grinned wolfishly and captured my lips with his. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue, tasting his victim’s blood as I swirled mine around his. With his mouth pressed against mine he fumbled with the closures on his pants and pushed them down far enough to free his straining cock before he pushed my dress up around my waist.
He dropped to his knees pulling me down to straddle his lap and I felt his hand pushing the crotch of my panties aside. I lifted myself and closed my fingers around the shaft of his massive cock, stroking him several times before guiding him to the tight opening of my dripping vagina.
The bulbous head of his prick split the lips of my cunt as I allowed gravity to impale me on the length of his thick rod. Gabriel groaned as he leaned back. Supporting his weight on his arms behind him he lifted his hips to push into me as deeply as he could. His head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes closed, he remained as still as a marble statue.
My hands on his shoulders, I began to ride him slowly up and down. I savored the feel of his huge cock as I lifted myself to slide down on him over and over. I could feel every vein running along the length of his shaft as his girth filled and stretched me. My breathing quickened as I felt the familiar tension mounting in the pit of my stomach.
Gabriel’s head snapped up, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His arms closed around me, one hand at the small of my back, the other cupping the back of my neck. He laid me back supporting my weight on his arms as he began to thrust into me faster. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my fists firmly against my lower abdomen.
“Gabriel!” I gasped as my body tensed.
He grunted and I felt his semen explode into my clenching vagina. He pushed deeply into my rippling pussy and emptied his testicles as I came hard. He lifted me and held me tightly against his body, his slowly wilting cock still deeply imbedded inside my trembling body. I laid against his chest wanting to stay connected to him as long as I could.
He kissed the top of my head and gently lifted me off his nearly flaccid cock. “You thirst, too, love,” he said softly.
I did feel hunger. I rose to my feet and straightened my clothing. Gabriel stood and refastened his trousers. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply before taking my hand to lead me back to the street.
At the entrance of the alley the slip of paper that my lover’s victim had dropped caught my attention. I picked it up and and looked at what was written on it. I knew the address. Frowning, I looked around and realized that Gabriel’s prey had led us into an area of the city with which I was very familiar.
I drew a deep breath through my nose. Like a slap in the face, realization suddenly struck me. I darted back into the alley and rolled the man lying on the ground onto his back and started rifling through his pockets. In one pocket I found a thick roll of bills and a switchblade knife. The knife I discarded, the money I handed to Gabriel. I stuck my hand into his other pocket. Nothing. I opened the leather jacket and felt the lining. Finding the little bulge I was seeking. I dug my fingers into that pocket and extracted the small plastic bags of coarse brownish powder.
I rose to my feet and left the alley. Turning left when I reached the sidewalk, I headed back in the direction from which we had come. Gabriel stayed at my side matching his long legged stride to my quick steps. He didn’t question me about our destination. He recognized my resolve even if my purpose remained a mystery to him. Perhaps he had recognized the neighborhood, too. It had been a favorite haunt of his for weeks after his fortuitous encounter with Henri.
I slowed as we approached the house, my hand trailing along the wrought iron fence. I stared at the dark windows that looked out over the street. The house looked vacant, though I knew it was not. I lifted the latch on the gate. It swung open silently and I started up the walk to the porch.
Gabriel laid his hand gently on my arm. His blue eyes shone with concern. “Love,” he said softly, “come away.”
I shrugged his hand off and continued to the front door. I heard him sigh just behind me as I bent down and tipped the planter by the door to retrieve the key hidden under it. The click of the dead bolt sounded loud in the stillness of night. I paused and looked over my shoulder at Gabriel. His eyes pleaded with me as he shook his head slowly. I turned the brass knob and pushed open the heavy oak door with its leaded glass window.
The house was oppressively hot and I wondered for a moment why the air conditioner wasn’t running. I could see perfectly well in the darkness, but I didn’t crave shadows the way my lover did. I reached out and flipped the switch by the door. Nothing happened.
Henri had been taking care of the household accounts since my father had died seven years before. Of course my hapless mother hadn’t paid the utility bill. I doubted now that she had even managed to keep herself fed in the weeks that I had been gone. She was still alive, though. Somewhere in the darkness above me I could hear a human heart beating.
As I started up the stairs Gabriel wrapped his arms around me from behind and pressed the side of his beautiful face between my shoulder blades. “Evangeline,” he pleaded again with a hint of desperation creeping into his voice, “come away, my love.”
For a moment I stayed in his strong arms drawing on the soundness of his love for me. I knew it wasn’t the anticipation of an encounter with my drug sick mother that caused him such consternation. It was Henri’s ghost, the memories of all the things I had endured at my uncle’s hands, that caused his anxiety.
I squared my shoulders with a determination that I no longer felt and started to pull away from him. His sigh was more of a soft groan as his hands loosed their grip and his arms dropped to his sides. I continued slowly up the stairs. Gabriel followed a step behind me.
I paused at the top of the staircase, swaying uncertainly for a moment before I turned away from my mother’s room. I crossed the hallway to the door of what had been my room when I lived in this house. When I had lived. I pushed the door open. The hinge creaked.
That sound brought a rush of memories and flooded me with emotion. I had been eight the first time Henri had pushed the door to my room open causing that eerie moan. Still crying every night over the recent loss of my father, I had naively thought that my uncle, a man I had barely known existed before my father’s death, was coming to comfort me.
He had sat down on the side of my bed and gathered my slight body into his arms to rock me while I cried. He had gently stroked my hair and cooed comforting words against my ear. I remembered curling my tiny fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt and clinging to him as he murmured that he was going to take care of me now and that I was his little girl.
He had laid me down on the bed and pushed my nightgown up until it was bunched under my arms. His hands were incredibly gentle as he had removed my little white cotton panties. I had tried to cover myself with my hands, crossing them over the smooth, hairless mound at the apex of my thin thighs.
Henri had smiled reassuringly as he lifted my hands. “You must never hide your beauty from me, Evangeline,” he had told me.
Had I had the experience to recognize it I would have seen the lust shining in his dark eyes. I squirmed under his uncomfortably intense gaze as his eyes ran over my immature body. He had reached out with his too soft hands and caressed the tiny bumps on my chest, his thumbs circling my petal pink nipples.
I remembered squeezing my thighs tightly together as his light touched caused an unfamiliar tingling between my legs. I had been aware that his breathing had quickened as his hands moved down over my childish body. My own breathing had been as rapid as my uncle’s.
He had let his fingertips trace the contours of my little belly to my boyish hips and down my thighs. He had paused for a moment before sliding his hands between my knees to gently spread my legs. I had blushed as his gaze fixed on the slit of my prepubescent cunt.
He had used his thumbs to part the outer lips and I heard his low moan as he looked lovingly at my tiny pussy. “Oh, ma jolie catin,” he had breathed as he bent down between my trembling thighs. “Such a beautiful cocotte.”
I had jumped when he pressed a kiss to the tender pink flesh his prying thumbs had exposed. When his warm tongue had begun to caress my nether regions my body had stiffened in protest, my little hands flew to push ineffectually against his head. He ignored my efforts and mumbled words of adoration and promised devotion into my petite body.
When his lips had closed over the miniscule bud of my clitoris I had cried out in surprise. I had never felt anything quite as pleasurable as my uncle insistently nursing that little button. My hands that had been trying to thrust his mouth way from my most private area now clutched at his hair to hold his face against my quivering cunt.
I remembered feeling an unfamiliar pressure against my pelvic floor and the way my back had arched as Henri’s finger had invaded my virgin pussy that first time. He had placed his hand firmly on my stomach to hold me down while he had thrust his finger in and out. I had felt his spit fall into the folds between my thighs as he had continued to saw his finger in and out.
My little hands had groped between my legs finding his wrist and trying to stop his harsh invasion of my body. He had laughed unpleasantly and withdrawn his finger abruptly. I had cowered on the bed as he had stood and quickly removed his clothing. I had stared in shock at his long, thin penis. It stood erect, it’s angry red head pointing toward the wall above my bed. He had roughly pulled my night gown over my head before he grasped my knees and jerked me onto my back again.
I had whimpered in fear as his hands pressed my knees up and apart to spread me open for him. Keeping his hands on the inside of thighs he had leaned over me, the menacing protrusion waving and bobbing as he moved, a clear drop of viscous ooze hung on a spider web fine line from the small eye on its tip.
He had spit in his hand twice and rubbed it over the end of his frightening appendage before his hand guided the end to the opening between my legs. The sensation of pressure I had felt when he’d probed my little cunt with his finger returned and I tried to twist away from him.
He had delivered a stinging slap to the tender flesh of my inner thigh and my legs jerked straight dislodging his burrowing penis. He had grasped my upper arms and shaken me till my head was spinning before dropping me onto the bed to pummel my body with his fists. All the air had left my body with a whooshing sound when he’d struck my stomach just below my sternum.
His hands had closed around my throat cutting off my breath. I remembered my body bucking wildly, my fingers clawing at his hands as I had struggled to free myself from his suffocating grasp. My vision had started to dim when he suddenly released me, allowing me to draw a ragged breath.
He had leaned down to place his lips close to my ear. “You breathe because I allow you to, ma petite enfant,” he had growled harshly, his bourbon scented breath stirring my hair. “You live because I allow it.”
Even at the age of eight I had understood that my uncle had complete control over me and that this cruel man was going to use me as he desired. I had quickly grasped the fact that I was nothing, insignificant to him, and if I fought him he would end my life without qualm. My tears had dried on my cheeks and I let my body go limp as I stared blankly at some point over his shoulder.
Henri had patted my hip, his hands gentle again, and then turned my body so that my bottom was at the edge of my bed with my legs hanging down. He had lifted my legs, his hands on the backs of my thighs, and pressed my knees to my shoulders. He laid his arm across the back of my legs and sucked on the forefinger of his free hand.
I had winced as he shoved the finger into my defenseless little pussy, but there was no fight left in me. I had detached myself from what was happening to my body, my mind wandered to a time when my father was still living and had sat on this bed with his arm around me as he read to me till I had fallen asleep.
My uncle removed his finger. “Hold your legs up for me,” he had ordered as he rose to stand by my bed.
I had obeyed, wrapping my hands around the backs of my knees to hold my legs where he had placed them. Henri had leaned over me, one arm braced on the bed by my head, he fisted his hard cock, stroking it quickly for a few moments before guiding the head to the opening of my vagina.
I had grimaced, grunting in pain as the head of his prick had split me open and pushed into my tight, dry cunt. He had withdrawn a little and thrust hard scooting my body forward as he tried to force more of his rampant cock into me. His hands had closed over my shoulders pushing me back toward him as he bent his knees and thrust his cock into my tortured cunt.
The pain from from his unwelcome intrusion had been exquisite. I remembered a sudden sensation of tearing and a searing agony that spread from my raw vagina into my belly and, unable to help myself, I had allowed a keening wail to escape my lips. My uncle had slapped me hard on my face, snapping my head violently to the side.
“Tuat t’en grosse bueche, putain,” he had hissed without pausing.
His cock had begun to make a wet, sucking sound as he had continued to violate my young body. He was grunting as he slammed into my tightly stretched and bleeding cunt faster and faster. Mercifully my consciousness had faded and I floated away.
When I had come to again, Henri was sitting on the edge of my bed with me straddling his lap. He had held me tightly against his belly and rocked me gently. I had been aware that he was still firmly lodged in my swollen pussy, though he felt different to me now.
“Ma jolie catin,” he had cooed softly to me, “mi aime jou.”
I had squirmed in his arms wanting his flaccid penis out of my body. As I moved against him I had felt something warm, wet, and sticky squelching around his tightly embedded cock. He had twitched and flexed inside me and my despair had risen along with his tormenting prick.
I shook myself, tearing my mind away from memories of Henri, and turned into Gabriel’s waiting arms. He pulled me in to hold me tightly against his lean, hard body and I knew he was offering me a way to exorcize my uncle’s ghost. I slid my hands over his shoulders and raised up onto my toes to reach his lips. He lifted me bringing my face level with his and pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely.
Without me being aware he had moved across the room, he set me carefully on my bed. I watched as he removed his clothing and let them fall to the floor. When he stood before me naked, his huge cock rising proudly from the profusion of red curls at the juncture of his thighs, I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft to stroke him.
I took the head of his prick into my mouth to run my tongue over the velvety softness. His hands closed over the sides of my head and he thrust into my mouth. I began to bob my head up and down taking more and more of his beautiful cock into my mouth with each downward stroke until I felt the head prodding the back of my throat. I grasped his firm buttocks and pushed down until his balls swung against my chin and the coarse hair at the base of his massive penis tickled my nose. Being able to practically swallow him was one of the advantages of not having to breath.
Gabriel groaned loudly as my tongue undulated against the underside of his prick. I raised my head to plunge down, deep throating him again. He grunted and lifted my head pulling his cock out of my mouth. His hands were rough as he lifted the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head.
He fell to his knees and laid his head in my lap. I stroked his silky hair. After a moment he lifted his head and gazed up at me before his eyes moved down to my breasts as his hands pulled at my panties. I laid down and lifted my hips to allow him to remove them. He held the cum soaked crotch to his nose and breathed deeply before dropping them on top of his clothes.
I reached for him and he came willingly into my arms. I pulled my knees up and he pushed into me gently, settling immediately into a slow, steady rhythm. I caressed his cheek an stroked his hair, my eyes fixed on his beautiful face as he fucked me so tenderly that I could have wept at the sweetness of it.
He gazed down at me adoringly as he thrust into me. I rock my hips in time with his, grinding against his pelvis when he buried his full length in my wet cunt. He twined his fingers with mine, resting just enough of his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing me, but allowing me to feel every inch of his body lying on mine.
He began to breathe harder. He didn’t need to breathe, but my lover was a very sensual being and I knew that the scent of sex enhance the experience for him. I also knew that Gabriel was struggling to maintain the control he was exhibiting. I could feel the tension low in my belly as my orgasm began to build and, though the sweet, slow loving making was transcending euphoric, I needed more now.
I ran my finger tips lightly down his spine and felt him shiver. “Gabriel,” I moaned against his ear. “Fuck me.”
Something feral lit his eyes as he pulled my hands down to my shoulders and pushed up, his fingers still twined with mine, and thrust into me hard, his tempo increasing. He was watching my face intently and I held his gaze, my lips parting as I began to breathe as rapidly as him. His exquisite strokes lengthened as he drove his huge cock into me.
I arched my back and pushed up against him, wanting to feel him as deeply inside me as I possibly could. The delicious tension in my lower abdomen broke and the cresting wave of pleasure came crashing down on me. I gasped his name as his hands gripped my waist and he pushed himself into my rippling cunt. I could feel him swell and throb as he groaned loudly and erupted into my body.
I held him tightly in my arms and clenched the muscles in my vagina rhythmically on his pulsing cock to milk every last drop from his balls. I reveled in the feel of his body pressing me down onto the mattress. His breathing calmed, but tremors still wracked his muscular frame as I traced slow circles on his skin.
I moaned my protest when he separated his spent body from mine and rolled to lie beside me holding me tightly in his arms. I could tell he was lost in thought and I wondered if he was still puzzling over the reasons his body had begun to react to mine in ways to which he was unaccustomed. I stroked his cheek and smiled softly.
“What are you thinking, cher?” I asked.
He sighed and shook his head.
I wasn’t ready to let it go. “Tell me,” I pleaded quietly.
His eyes searched mine and then he kissed me lightly. “How could you have loved him?” he finally asked.
I sighed. “It was what he wanted from me. Love . . . adoration. If I hadn’t given him everything he wanted I wouldn’t have survived.”
He thought about my answer for a moment before pressing his lips to mine again. “I will do anything for you. If it were what you wanted, I’d even let you go,” he said with a quiet fierceness. “I love you more than I would ever have imagined possible, but I demand nothing from you.”
“That, my love,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “is why I’ll give you everything.”
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Gabriel stood just inside the door of my mother’s room leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. I could sense his disdain for the frail woman lying on the bed. His hostility toward her rolled off of him in cold waves.
Standing by the bed, I made a mental inventory of the paraphernalia on the dusty night stand. The candle burning there, the latex tourniquet, three syringes. I picked up the spoon, its bowl bent at an odd angle. I laid it back down and wiped my hand on my dress.
I sat down on the bed beside her and she stirred and opened her eyes. I’m not sure that in her drug induced state she recognized me at first. She shrunk away from my touch.
“Mama,” I said gently, “it’s me.”
She struggled to sit up. “Evangeline?” she croaked.
“Yes, Mama,” I said looking over my shoulder at Gabriel. He straightened away from the wall and came to stand behind me looking down at my mother.
“Where have you been? You’ve been gone for days,” my mother whined.
It had been weeks since Gabriel had carried me from this house. Weeks since he had taken me for his lover. Weeks since he had made me his forever. I had been missing for weeks without my mother having reported it.
My hands curled into fists. “This is Gabriel, Mama. I live with him, now.”
“There’s no one here to help me,” she said pathetically. “Where has Henri gone?”
“Henri is dead,” I said, my voice emotionless.
“Dead,” she said leaning back against the headboard of her bed. “Yes. I remember.”
I reached out to smooth her limp hair back from her face. My fingers traced the contours of her throat and I felt Gabriel’s body tense. I leaned toward my mother and his hand shot out to close around my arm.
“Don’t,” he said. “She’s an addict. The soul is polluted. It’s eaten away by her habit”
“And yet the body lives,” I said gently disengaging his fingers. “She’s found her own way into the half light. It would be cruel to let her live like this.”
“Then let me do it,” he said lifting me to my feet.
I cupped his face between my hands and brought his lips to mine. He crushed me against him as my lips parted and my tongue pushed against his. The sweetness of his mouth made me sigh. The fierceness of his kiss stole my breath.
Gabriel broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. He didn’t speak, but I could feel his concern for me. I pulled away and turned back toward my mother. She still leaned against the headboard, her chin resting on her chest, oblivious now to what was going on around her.
I placed one knee on the mattress then looked over my shoulder at my love. He refused to meet my gaze, his eyes down turned. I turned back to my mother and laid my head against her breast seeking some kind of affirmation that she was still the mother that had loved me when I was small. Her arms stayed limp at her sides.
I looked up at her. I could remember when she had been beautiful and traces of that former beauty still haunted her gaunt face. Her black hair, once lustrous, now hung limp and dull. The green eyes that had been clear and sparkling with easy laughter were clouded with her opium poppy dreams.
I leaned against her and pushed her slight body down to the bed. Lying over her I closed my eyes and sank my fangs into her sinewy neck. She didn’t struggle as I began to feed on her. I could taste the bitter alkaline of the heroin in her blood, but the flavor of her wasted soul was worse.
I was flooded with the memories of her childhood, with the visions of her life with my father, and with her joy at my birth. I was washed in the love and laughter that I myself remembered of life with my family. Her despair when my father had died nearly overwhelmed me. As great as my grief for him had been, hers was ten times greater.
And Henri. Henri feeding her pills to dull her pain. Pills that he had had her wash down with alcohol, and when the pills were not enough the cigarettes laced with black tar heroin. I could taste the heavy sweetness of the molasses soaked opiate and feel the euphoria, the oblivion. Again Henri, this time spiking a vein for her. I watched the needle pierce her skin and the blossom of red in the syringe before he injected nirvana directly into her blood.
She stopped breathing. Her heartbeat, rapid and thready, faltered once, raced, and then stuttered to a stop. The last of her thoughts and memories slammed into me like a blow to the solar plexus.
She had known from the beginning what Henri had been doing to me. She had known and had allowed him to continue. She had traded me willingly to my sadistic uncle for the drugs he had provided to her.
Kneeling by her body on her bed I began to sway. I didn’t know if it was her wasted soul, the force of my emotions, or the drugs in her blood, but I was overcome by exhaustion. I felt unable to move, though I wanted to be away from this corpse, away from this room, away from this house.
Gabriel wrapped me in his strong arms and lifted me off my mother’s bed. Cradling me against his chest he carried me from her room and down the stairs. Gratefully, I nestled into his embrace as we left the house. Before He had reached the street, I was asleep.
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After our last adventure in my bedroom, I couldn’t wait to continue the fun. I finally was able to arrange some time for us alone
Complici le vacanze e una vecchia nonna sorda due ragazzi scoprono i piaceri e le gioie di un sesso perverso e proibito. Poi tornano i genitori e tutto finisce, però… qualcosa è cambiato.
Can Isaac accept this new and dangerous slave?
this is one of the many things I have done to and with my wonderful wife!
When two sisters begin to play, big brother decides to join in.
It’s been awhile, hope you like
A funeral fuck
Now that a delivery customer has shown she can control men in the neighborhood, we push the limits of her control.
After a sexual tension between my sister in law and me we end up in one bed.
Fiona includes her workmate into her games.
It has been determined, the most used sexual position for married couples is a doggie position.
The husband sits up and begs.
The wife rolls over and plays dead…
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Happy Thanksgiving Aunt Amy
My name is David, I’m pretty average all around. Medium build, not really that fit with a six and a half inch penis. I was twenty when this whole thing happened and it was Thanksgiving. I didn’t have much family nearby but I did have my aunt, Amy. Amy was forty six with dark hair, big tits and a large ass. She wasn’t a particularly fit woman but she was still attractive. My uncle had died a few years prior leaving Amy with my young cousin. Since I had nowhere to go she invited me to Thanksgiving and I accepted. The meal was fine, sat down, ate and talked, reminisced about when my uncle was alive. Then my cousin left to spend the night with a friend and my aunt and I went into the living room to watch some TV. Soon after sitting down my aunt looks over and says:
“Well David, now that Lori(my cousin) is gone we can get out the good stuff.” With this she got up and retrieved a bottle of Jack from the cupboard and two glasses and then returned to the living room. “I know this is your favorite, and you know it’s mine so I figured we would have some tonight,” she said while pouring two double shots.
“Fine by me,” I replied taking my glass. “What should we drink to?” I added.
She cocked her head and thought for a second then said “How about, to the good things in life. Money, whiskey, and sex.”
With that we tapped glasses and shot down each of our drinks. Then she poured us each another double and again we tapped glasses and tossed them back. After the third double shot she looked over and trying to break the awkward silence asked “So, any new girls hanging around?”
“No,” I replied, “They all pretty much serve a purpose that only requires a few nights. Haven’t really found any worth keeping around yet.”
She smiled, leaned back and said “Oh I see…so pretty much you just fuck and run. Nothing wrong with that I suppose, everybody needs sex.”
Now we had a good relationship and had talked about sex before, but I had never heard her say “fuck” in relation to sex before. So I was a little taken aback, but at the same time it kind of turned me on. And she was still smiling so I decided to see how far I could push it. So I poured us another drink.
“How about you Aunt Amy?”
“What about me?”
“Any new guys hanging around?” I mockingly said with a smile.
“No, nobody new. Not really into meeting anyone, just taking care of Lori.”
“I get that,” I said swigging my drink, “But you’ve at least fucked someone lately right?” I added with a little caution.
“No,” she said slowly. “Like I said, it’s hard to do things when Lori’s around. I’m afraid its just me and the internet and my battery operated friend.”
We both laughed at the last part and finished our drinks and watched some more TV and then she eventually said she was going to bed. I stood up and leaned in to give her a hug. The hug lingered for a while and I took the opportunity to get brave and slightly pushed my pelvis forward into her. I thought I felt her push back so I slowly ran my hands over the top of her ass. She pulled back and kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight. She went into her room and I laid down on the couch. As I was laying there I thought I heard her crying so I muted the TV but still couldn’t make it out. I got up and walked over to her door that was slightly open. I could still hear something that sounded like sobbing but I couldn’t make it out and I couldn’t see in. So I knocked softly and said her name as I slowly pushed open the door. What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks and I knew she wasn’t crying; she was moaning.
There, on her bed, was my aunt with her socks on and her panties strung just around her left foot, dangling off the bed. Her left hand was squeezing her left exposed tit pinching the nipple while her right one was still covered by her half-on bra. She had her face buried in the bed and her legs spread with her ass in the air plunging a big blue vibrator in and out of her pussy. From my angle I could see everything and her snatch looked nice and tight and was glistening from being so wet. And her ass hole was slightly convulsing and twitching just begging to be filled. The sight instantly got me rock hard and I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I began to slowly stroke my dick as I watched my aunt face down fucking herself hard trying not to make a sound.
In the middle of her moaning my aunt muttered out, “Yes…right there. Fuck my wet pussy. Pound into me David, fuck my cunt.”
I couldn’t believe what I had heard. I took this as an opportunity and decided not to wait any longer. I quietly removed my pants and my boxers and tiptoed over to the edge of the bed. She was positioned in a way that I didn’t need to get on the bed to get to her. I was now inches from her slippery, pulsating box and I could smell her sex and hear the large fuck toy vibrating around and working hard to make her gush. I licked my lips and leaned in and ran my wet tongue across her clit and up her slit to her stuffed hole. She paused and then shot her head around to see me looking at her with my cock in my hand.
“David! What are you doing in here?”
“It sounded like you were crying so I knocked but you didn’t answer so I came in and saw you. Don’t be mad, It’s just that you looked so damn hot and I had to taste you. I just want to make you feel good Aunt Amy. I think you deserve it.”
She just looked at me for a minute not sure what to say so I slowly put my hand on her ass cheek and began to squeeze it a little. I leaned my head back in and spread her ass a little to see her pussy better. I then ran my tongue back across her clit and she let out a little sigh. I knew I had her at that point. I pulled her hand away from the dildo and took hold of it and pulled it out. I then began to work my tongue up and down her dripping slit, lapping up all the juices that kept pouring out. My aunt began to moan and wriggle under me, pushing her ass and pussy into my mouth. I worked my tongue up to her asshole and licked around the outside. I could barely hear my aunt whisper, “Oh fuck yeah.” I then shoved my tongue into her asshole and pushed two fingers into her hot cunt. She was moaning pretty loud when I got close to her ear; “Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.
She just moaned and shook her head yes.
“No, you got to ask me to do it. Say ‘fuck me‘.”
She looked back and me and slightly bit her bottom lip as she said, “Fuck me. Please David, I need it so bad.”
I slowly started rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her juicy lips and flicking her clit each time. Then I pushed about two inches into her hole and we both let out a groan. It was tighter than I had expected, and I began to push more into her. I eventually buried all of my cock into her and began to slowly pull it back out. She was moaning and after a few minutes she looked back at me and spoke.
“Yeah baby. It’s so good…I want to you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Make me cum honey. Fuck Aunt Amy’s pussy until my legs go numb.”
With that I didn’t need any more encouragement. I pulled almost all the way out and then slammed my cock as far as I could into her pussy. I began to pound her cunt hard and she was moaning and yelling as she gripped the side of the bed.
“Oh god yes…uhh…uhhh…oh David. Yeah, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me. Make me your fucking slut. Oh god…its so fucking good.”
I was shocked at how she was talking but it was turning me on. I began to fuck harder and really get into it.
I reached under her and grabbed her tit and said, “Oh yeah, Aunt Amy, your pussy feels so good. I could slam my cock into it for hours. Do you like it when I fuck your pussy? Do you like having your nephew plowing your whore snatch from behind?”
She moaned hard and replied, “Yeah baby…fuck my cunt. Fuck your aunt’s dirty whore cunt. Your gonna make me cum soon. Cum with me David, fill me up.”
“Oh I’m gonna fill you up, but I’m going to fill up your asshole. Do you like that? Do you want me to fuck your ass until I cum in it?” I said as I pulled her hair making her look at me.
She flashed a sexy smile as she said, “Fuck my ass. Fill it up with your hot cum.”
I slowed down fucking her pussy and spit into her asshole and pushed two fingers in to stretch her out. She began moaning harder and begging me.
“Mmmmm yeah, that feels good. Stuff your cock in my ass David. Fill me up and then cum in my tight asshole.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I pushed my cock halfway into her ass and stopped for a second then plowed the rest of the way in. I was like a mad man. I began fucking her asshole and fingering her pussy while she played with her tits. She looked back at me with drool in the corner of her mouth.
“Oh god…oh fucking god. It feels so good. Fuck my ass. Yes…yes…uuhhh yeeesss. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cuu…”
“Me too Aunt Amy,” I said as I began fucking her pussy as fast as I could. As my own orgasm hit me I felt her asshole tighten around my cock and her pussy squeeze my fingers. I shot about three large wads of cum into her asshole and then pulled out and plunged into her cunt squirting almost two more into her pussy. She screamed and squirted a little bit on my cock and belly and the rocked on my cock for a few more strokes and then collapsed into her bed. I leaned back and found my pants and lit a cigarette.
“That was amazing Aunt Amy. I hope I made you feel better.” I said sitting beside her running my fingers up and down her still twitching slit.
“You did baby, you made me feel amazing. I don’t mind if you and your cock make me feel good few times a week either.”
“I think we can figure something out” I said smiling as I leaned in and sucked on her clit for a second and then fell asleep with my face in her pussy, as she fell asleep too.
The end for now. Will write more if I get positive feed back.
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I have been so excited since we agreed to meet. With my husband going out of town for four days, it seemed like the perfect time. After some emails and a couple phone calls, I feel pretty comfortable with you and I’m pretty sure you will be perfect to introduce me to the “ins and outs” of pain and humiliation. Despite this, I am terribly nervous. I have done as instructed, and made sure I am shaved and clean, worn heels, thigh high stockings, a very short skirt, and a see through blouse, and panties but no bra. My nipples are hard and my heart is pounding as I walk into your hotel suite.
You made it clear on the phone that I should not introduce myself, as you would have no need to know my name, and that I was to address you as SIR or MASTER at all times….but the silence while you looked at me was uncomfortable and I began “Hi, SIR, I’m…”….”Shut up you fucking bitch.” I don’t think I realized how suddenly we would move into our roles, without even a minute to start feeling comfortable. “Get over here so I can inspect you.” When I get close, you tell me to bend over and grab my ankles. You kick my feet apart to spread my legs and I can feel my panties getting wet. You pull them down a bit and check to make sure I am smooth before pulling them back up. You then pull off your belt and begin spanking my ass with it. Even through my panties I can feel the sting, and when you land a couple blows on my thighs and couple between my legs, I cant help but gasp in pain. That seems to please you and you finally stop and tell me to get on my knees in front of you. After pulling open my blouse, you pinch my nipples until i cry out. I can see your cock straining to be released from your pants, and as I react to your pinches and slaps to my nipples it just seems to grow larger. You reach over and take the clips from the table and slowly clamp one on each nipple….and then you take them off and re-clamp them….the pain is so intense that I whimper “please SIR, that is too tight, the pain is too much….” SLAP. You smack me across the face. “I did not give you permission to speak, you little worthless piece of trash, I decide how much pain is enough.”
YOu then tell me to take off my panties and you proceed to wipe my dripping cunt with them and then shove them in my mouth. My nipples still throbbing, I watch you attach a long bar to both of my ankles, so that I can no longer close my legs. After a couple of good hard slaps to my pussy, you pull me up by my hair and bend me over the side of the couch. You slide into my wet pussy and pump a couple times. It feels so good, I am a little sad when you pull out. You put me back on my knees and tell me to suck you clean, then lick your balls, then tongue your ass “stick your tongue out farther, you stupid cunt.” At one point you shove your cock so far down my throat that I gag and pull away. You seem to want me to gag, so you do it again, but when I pull away again, I can tell you are mad. “Listen, whore, you do not decide what you want me to do. You may pull away from me, but you are going to wish I was down your throat in a minute….” You pull me up and bend me back over the side of the couch. I am relieved. Your cock felt so good in my pussy, I am ready for some more….And then I feel the tip lightly rubbing against my asshole….
We had agreed in the emails and on the phone that since I had never tried it, anal would be off limits until the time (if ever) I felt comfortable. When I start to remind you of this, you just grab my hair, yank my head back, and slap my face “shut up, bitch.” Without letting go of my hair, you slowly push the head of your dick inside my ass. I groan and begin to struggle, but I am pinned between you and the couch. You groan at my movement and my begging “Please, no… Take it out…I cant do this…you promised…it hurts too much…you can put it back in my throat….” You laugh as you pull out “I told you you would be begging for it in your throat…too bad its too late…” You let go of my hair, spread my cheeks with your hands and without any warning, thrust all the way in. I cry out in pain. As you pump, it feels like I am being torn apart. My struggles are useless and just seem to inflame you. When you pull my head back and see the tears running down my face it makes your cock throb. “So, slut, you want my cum in your ass or on your face?” When I don’t answer, you pull out and shove me to my knees in front of you. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. “You answer when I ask you a question, do you understand slut?” I nod and you slap me again. “That’s ‘yes, master, I understand’. You are nothing and you had better learn how to treat me with respect.” With that you spit in my face, slap your dick against my face a couple times, and then grab the back of my head and force your cock down my throat. What had gagged me before was nothing. This time you are brutal, ramming it home while tears streak down my face. You plug my nose so that in addition to gagging I cannot breath, and it seems to push you over the edge. “drink it, bitch.” You cum so much, I can hardly keep up. When you are done, you finish up by wiping your dick clean on my face. With the bar still keeping my legs apart, you tell me to get on all fours near the couch. I will be your table until you decide differently.
As you get dressed, you call room service and order yourself some dinner. When it arrives, you invite the man in and tell him to go ahead and put the plate on my back. I am horrified. When I look up, the young waiter looks shocked but he also has a large grin and he does as you say. You say very clearly to me “you had better be still, because if you spill any of my dinner, you will be severly punished.” I can only imagine how bad a punishment from you would be and I brace myself so you will not be dissappointed. As the waiter is about to leave, you ask him if he would like to make $100. When he nods, you tell him that while you eat all he needs to do is put a clamp on my clit, drip some of the wax from one of the candles down my ass and onto my pussy, and make you a dirty martini with 4 olives. While I do my best not to move, he comes over a little hesitant but wanting the money, spreads my outter lips and lets the clamp go onto my clit. I gasp and cry out. “Owwwwww. Oh, please….that hurts….” He looks suprised and worried until you laugh and pat him on the back and say “perfect.” With a little more confidence he grabs a candle and starts by dripping some wax on my ass cheeks. He waits a sec to let the wax gather and then carefully pours it down the crack. The burning trail runs over my raw ass and down through my pussy lips and pools a bit at the recently attached clip. My crying, whimpering and ragged breathing do nothing as the two of you joke a bit while he fixes your martini. As you have finished your meal, you give him the money, ask him if he is working tomorrow, and thank him as he leaves. “where were we…oh yes, my martini…” You pull out two olives and easily push them into my ass. You sit back on the couch and rest your feet on me as you sip your drink. You make a couple calls and watch a bit of tv, occasionally kicking, pinching, or slapping me. At one point you ask me if I am hungry. “Yes SIR.” You laugh and say, “well then I guess you can take those olives out of your ass and eat them.”
That night, before you go to bed you bind my wrists and run the rope through my ass cheeks and pussy lips and tie it around my neck. If I move my arms too much, it tightens around my neck. keeping the bar between my ankles, you make me kneel in the bathtub. You take my long forgotten panties, dunk them in the toilet, push them in my mouth and tape my mouth shut. “Good night, whore.” The next morning I open my eyes as you turn on the light. You look at me and smile. Removing the tape and panties, my cramped jaw feels much better. I notice you have a raging hard on and when you tell me to open my mouth, I do as I am told. Putting my mouth around your cock, you suddenly start to piss. “drink it all, you fucking piece of meat.” I try, but there is so much, some of it runs down my chin. You pull out just before you are done and let the last bit wash down my face. Shaking the last drops into my mouth, you say “now, about my hard-on….”
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