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Surveillance

Surveillance.
I am Lana Kreskovi, a cadet stationed within a POW facility in Soviet Russia…my life is this fortress, my desires… ? well, you’ll have to read-on. However, I invite you to wander at will through the pages in my diary….you just might find something you’ll like
Name: Kreskovi, Lana
Age: 22
Birthplace: Irkutsk, Russia
Eye: Blue
Hair: DarkBrown/Black
“Ht.” 5’8
“Wt” 118
Blood: (AB-)
Status: Cadet, 3 yrs. Zaninsk Military Prison: Security Faculty, Member
December 10th, 1942
6:03 a.m. all systems normal, all monitors operational…all rooms secure.
*Sigh. . .another stagnant morning. . .! this type of thing always makes me wonder
why I joined the Russian army, it still doesn’t make sense to me. I suppose I did it for
finances, or rather, fate had an interesting way of leading me here. I suppose this
underground fortress is much like Russia itself; it’s cold, dank and always grey…but
that’s the weird part…some Russians see it as depressing…others see it as the very thing
that makes someone like me want something better, something profound. Perhaps it was
that notion that led me to discover Kvet…or Kvetslka for your information, and for
posterity’s sake…Prisoner-A30N. For all good reasons, the guards here obsess about the
inmates…(in this case it meant something more for me when it came to Kvet) it keeps
everyone attentive to the fact that interaction is necessary for survival at this facility. I
found my most earnest role here was to get involved this little, innocent Russian
jewel…but I’m getting too ahead of myself.
On the other end, much of the interaction here is in tandem with the fact that
Zaninsk acts as a private brothel for many of the guards, (all of us in the female wing
anyways) young girls are brought in at least every hour, sometimes by the
hundreds…girls from every walk of life, Turkish, Malaysian, Eithiopean etc. etc. some
even from mother-russia herself are doomed to stay here…all victim to random acts of ill-
repute…only being here three years has led me to wonder when I’d have enough tenure to
enjoy some of those amenities…needless to say, I’ve taken my chances. I remember my
first was with a 18-year-old girl from Argentina…according to her case-file she had been
visiting Germany to see some relatives that were suspected of aiding the Nazis. Although,
I don’t believe she was privy to any of it, my mind was…elsewhere. I remember many
nights tracing her long slender body with my eyes, the blue twilight of my monitor
encompassing everything about her that was cold, silent,….afraid. However, it still seems
inconsequential
“Your turn again! ” spilled out from the mouth one of my comrades…a tawdry
example of an blond female soldier named Andrika bent on talking with eerie form of
nonchalance. “In case you didn’t know before, her name is Ornesta,” she said. ” The girl
down there has gotta be numb enough by now if you want her for a second run!”
Regardless of not wanting the Latino girl again, I don’t think I would have given Andrika
the benefit of my opinion. “Why? did you warm her up for me or something ?” I replied
with an air of sarcasm. ” You know, if I weren’t so lonely I’d probably be on you
first…you’re a woman who’s got some sort of defiance at least…the bulk of the girls here
offer no challenge for me…no excitement !” I said, but regardless, Andrika seemed to be
awfully surprised…looking at me as if to agree with my notion, but strangely in some ways it looked like she would’ve disaffirm my preference. “Is that so ?” she replied,
walking toward me with an arid grin on her face. Andrika rushed behind me and lined her
combat knife with the width of my neck…rearing my head back and then violently pressing her lips across mine.. I could feel her warm succulent Russian lips on mine…as the texture of her knife made the veins in my body recoil in horror. she then unzipped the front of my uniform and turned to straddle my lap, her hand now tightly squeezing my supple breast with violent jolts from her bony fingers. I longed to see Andrika’s cold cloudy eyes, but they were shaded by her piney cadet’s hat and a thick tresses blond with color. I could feel the warm lump between her slender strong legs swell and pulsate on my bare stomach. Suddenly. with a sharp blow to my face, her riot club struck my nose and upper lip and left an uneven crease of blood trickling over my chin. I then drew thin of air, and fainted. From what I can recollect, I woke up dizzy and disconnected.. feeling like I was only capable of uttering jumbled phrases. I remember hearing a pattern of footsteps coming into the hall, and eventually drawing to a close in the room. I saw two guards; Andrika and another tall blond-haired guard named Marfa had brought in a young girl…my god! is she !? she’s only 13 years old !!!! and she was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of faded black panties that clasped tight to her already minuscule figure.
She stood there shivering…unsure of what was in store for her. Her tiny breasts seemed like they’d chap from the coldness in the room. I thought how horrid that they brought her here ! but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her bright red hair, and the hazel eyes which seemed to change color as my vigil on them grew stronger. The two guards ripped open my shirt wider, and then sliced the crotch of my pants wide-open with their combat knives…the little girl still kneeling between my tattered pantlegs, but crouching in alarment. Andrika then mumbled something to the other guard, Marfa who (with a wave of her baton) signaled the girl to move in towards my inner thighs…her eyes welling up with tears. With an arrogant grunt, Marfa pointed to my large mound and shoved the girl’s head down on me with her baton…threatening her to suck and lick the visible folds of my mound through my white sequenced panties. She licked and licked like she were heaingl the tiniest of my wounds. Andrika waved her hand with a streak of impatience signaling Marfa to do something while she stood leaning against the grey wall in the survelliance room. I suddenly felt my legs being propped-up by the young girl..and she then rolled away my panties from my waist, throwing them to the ground and then slowly returning to her performance. She had sucked on my clitoris and kissed the delicate folds of my mound with an eagerness that was fascinating . I twitched and writhed in strange pleasures that came this adolescent girl who was now adorning my pussy with wet ecstasy . Her rapid little tounge carressing every nub of skin on my gentile folds.Her tounge passed beyond the heightened canal of my clitoris, and her little chin seemed to confiscate the whole of my silky crescents. her peach-fuzzy nose pressing delicately up and down on the uppermost part of my folds. I was numb with pleasure…how could this little girl ??? this little nymph be able to draw every sensation I knew from betwixt my legs ? I soon comforted her, holding her sweet cropped black hair that seemed to curl under the crescent of her ears. She stopped crying and began to press my legs apart even wider, this time becoming more apprehensive towards my pulsating lips. She seemed to be enjoying every drop of juice that ran from my fleshy creases. She then crept up onto my lap sucking the pulses from out of my neck and tenderly biting the newly bruised flesh. I had wondered why such a subserviant girl had taken an vicarious interest in me all of a sudden!!!! I mean, she was so young !!!!…so innocent ?! I could feel her soft legs straddle me while her bony knees pressed tightly on the sides of my ribcage…holding me as an animal would when it topples it’s prey. I felt the minature nub of her mound pounding on mine…becoming drenched in a fluid of ecstasy….then I saw Andrika rush from behind her and hold her throat in her long bony hand…her blue eyes flaring like etheral turquoise… Suddenly, Andrika pulled the little girls panties down from her waist and then rolled down the pants of her own uniform. Pantyless, Andrika wiggled the handle of her nightstick into her tight mound leaving the black enameled artifice extending outward. She then grabbed the little girl’s breasts and diagonally plunged the stick upward into her wet innocence, pressing hard enough to send tricklets of blood twining around the already drenched nightstick. Over and over she thrust into the poor girl…the obidient chirping of the young girl more subservient than ever…she was cooing endlessly, sending Andrika into such a hot rage that she fell to the ground and proceeded to flush her own club into the fleshy porcelain-colored tapestry betwixt her legs. Wildly, she forced the long stick with immense and dangerous speed into her deep and watery crevice…roaring without shame as she forced the object inside of herself, almost as if she wanted to feel the pinnacle of the stick flow continuously into the small of her belly. I could see her juices running flawlessly from out of her femininity, every drop adding to the transparent puddle on the floor that I could hear collecting in some little resevoir on the concrete below. Marfa, who had been playing with herself in the back corner, ran up to Andrika and placed her naked mound on the leg of my comrade, straddling it in order to make Andrika cum. Marfa had let out little innocent coos as she did this, myself watching as the little girl kept her vigil on my neck while I now played with her freshly deflowered cunt that was dripping a mixture of sweat, blood and natural juices. Hearing the girl whimper briskly, I turned her so that I could press her back against my breasts, and so I could service her poor little nub, which I had come to realize was the most beautiful entity that I had laid eyes upon, an entity that so desperately needed my fingers inside of the silky walls below it. I hurredly dipped my fingers into her throbbing flower. She gyrated softly at the feeling of my fingers as I sucked the skin from her wiry Russian neck, her eagerness now representing the likeness of some little obedient slave who loved being told what to do. She then reached her arm around to the back of my head and held her hand there for passionate suppourt as she tightly ran her fingers through my long black hair…I then responded by pinching her little breasts in short and rapid bursts, almost like how we (as soldiers) were taught to fire our guns. All of a sudden I felt a huge twitch inside the little girl and out poured a blood-curdling scream of orgasmic fury from her pouty little mouth; her juices had then expolded on to my lap and covered the little square of my pubic hair with a mixture of young blood and feminine juices. Just then, without waring, Andrika let out a powerful grunt with her teeth clenched, and then wailed like a bloodthirsty fury as a violent torrent of cum sprayed from her throbbing cunt, which splattered on the little girl covering her from top to bottom; leaving the poor little thing with her eyes closed and mouth agape as if she had been immoblized by Andrika’s violent orgasm. The little cherub then curled up in an affectionate little ball and layed her head on my shoulder…her hand grasping what little I had left of my uniform top; after which, she was humming a little Russian folk song that I had heard years ago.
Marfa got off of Andrika and slid her uniform pants back on and walked out of the surveillance room as if nothing happened. Andrika then stood up, barely able to maintain composure of her sultry and slender legs, and walked over to the little girl and I.
“Time to go back Kvetslka! come on, there’s nothing to be had here anymore…” she said after grabbing ahold of the the child’s bony arm. “Let’s go! you’ve had more than you’ll ever get, hop off her so I can put you back in your chamber !” Andrika added. “NO!” the little girl shouted in an childish tone. “Let’s GOOOO! ” Andrika replied. “Hey, hey, don’t be so eager to send her back, she’s just gone through alot considering she’s only about thirteen ! “Thirteen? You think she’s thirteen ? ha, you think she’s that age Lana? If I were you I wouldn’t be so quick to judge a girl you hardly know especially in a Russian prison like this!” I then thought to myself, “Dear lord! how old is this girl ? what am I going to do if she’s younger than what I thought before? surely, the high guardsmen in the men’s wing would incarcerate me for doing anything with an adolescent girl !” As I went to collcect my thoughts and what remained of my uniform, I saw both Andrika and Marfa leading the topless little thing out of the room, Kvetslka seemed to have this melancholy expression as my comrades escorted her down the shady gray corridor. Heh, Kvetslka…how pretty a name for this little girl with such a lanky disposition…somehow though, I didn’t concentrate on that so much, I was curious about her purpose here, especially since she was a native… when I thought about what she doing here in this military prison the idea had occured to me that her parents were spies, or rather, she had been taken-in by one of the soldiers after a tragic occurence involving her parents during this time of war. She was probably orphaned, and my other comrades viewed her as some object of sexual decadence without the potential consequences. I had to know more about her, among other things…the only thing I should really worry about now is whether or not I can get a new uniform, and whether or not I’m in deep shit for fucking a teenager.
Dec. 13th (Three days later)
It’s been three days and no sign of Andrika, Marfa and the new object of my desires and quite possibly my future internment: Kvetslka Devtlona?…height, 4’9 weight 88 lbs. hazel eyes, black hair, ok…and no age…this is very odd considering all case files on prisoners must (by law) include the age. I looked more closely at her case-file and it seemed someone had smudged the area where her age was….wonderful! either someone’s trying to confound me, or someone is violating protocol. I did happen to see her birthplace though…”Tyumen, Russia”, that city was attacked only about a week ago by the Nazis ! oh my god, at least one my premonition must be correct ! Mother…Harvna Devtlona, DECEASED! April 15th, 19** the year is blotched as well….Father, Rodion Devtlona….MISSING ! presumed deceased. her mother must have died during her birth I’m guessing…it could mean she only had her father to take care of her, and now this is the closest thing she’s got manage herself by. I have to do something about this, I can’t as a soldier bear to see what may be in store for her, one being that she’s an orphan probably doomed to live here until she was transferred into foster care. I also couldn’t resist the temptation to see her little naked body again, call me crazy but I think I’m almost obssessed with her. Even if she’s nine, ten, eleven or 13 like I thought…whichever! I couldn’t bear the weight of not seeing her again…Kvetslka just pops into my mind so much that it’s hard to wonder if she’ll ever press that hot little mound on my lips and let me savor her young, salty juices. I imagine her sometimes crawling into my chamber in the indigo night, hopping up on the bed and pulling her white night-gown off from over her head and sitting there expectantly, like a little angel kneeling with her legs spread-out; her little feminine lips barely grazing the sheets on my bed…I would imagine taking her in my arms and then kissing her wantonly on the neck while she cooed softly. I would then lay her down sideways on the bed and kneel down on the floor so I could taste her young and sopping vaginal flesh. My God, I get so ahead of myself, we’ve only been together once ! and already I’m obsessing over her ! Today I was almost caught slipping my fingers inside of myself when thinking about her…Grina the cheif commander of our unit nearly saw me through the crack of the surveillance room door, my god if I had been caught doing that I’d be discharged,if not beaten to death by a commanding officer…although I wouldn’t mind the violence so much, if Grina would get us both off somehow. Like most of the other workers in the female’s wing, she was beautiful but in an non-feminine way. She is very tone, and has very profound cheekbones and general structure…she is more like the tough and sexy females we’ve seen in the film reels we watch every month when we’re on leave. I still dare not to find-out, even in the heat of passion, I suspect I would still be incapacitated by her brute force. But that’s another story.
Dec. 14th,
I wouldn’t put it past myself to come to want Kvetslka for the rest of my life, but I can’t face the possibilities of having to deal with what most people would say if they ever found out she was an adolescent…even the age difference would befit to me a Russian cruifixtion of sorts. No, I could not, but I could still watch her, and have my ways with her…but hey, what’s this ? Looks like Grina herself is up to something…oh dear diary, I think you and I are in for something unexpected. Grina just walked into some teenager’s quarters…I believe this one’s a French girl…yes, that’s right, Miette is her name, I remember this one, she’s the 15-year-old daughter of some French diplomat !!! A pretty little thing that doesn’t have much of a figure, but cute nonetheless with her flat shoulder-length hair and tiny blue eyes. She’s got very sharp features in her expressions which I like…giggle* oh gosh, I don’t even think I wan’t to look…if I’m correct in saying-so, Grina is going to ruin that poor girl, Grina has been keeping eye on this girl (so I heard from Marfa) she’s been “saving her” is what’s rumored. But I guess this is how I’m going to find out. The screen has a little static, but ok, I can make it out…there’s Miette, she looks afraid now that Grina is in the room, she’s wearing this tiny little cotton slip, I can even see through from here….Oh my god, Oh my god…Grina just wound back her arm and struck Miette with such a force from her nightstick….that the poor thing is on the ground convulsing, I don’t think she’s able to move ! Miette is lame upon the ground and can only rock her head from side-to-side! Grina then rolled up her slip and is now furiously rubbing the girl’s clit in circles, but she doesn’t seem to be doing it for pleasure…she seems like she’s waiting for something, or trying to work something from her.,,,now there’s a man in the room ??? he must be one of the cadets from the male wing about ten minutes down the road. Grina is directing him to the girl…now the guy is wriggling-out his cock and getting really hard…and here lies his next partner, poor Miette, she’s still unconcious and mumbling from what I can see, He’s rolling up her slip, and In he goes…fucking Miette mercilessly, exchainging her tight little mound for her own mouth repeatedly as he switches back and forth, I can see she’s opening and closing her eyes, mumbling while he pounds his cock past her thin lips…the saliva running from all directions on her face…now he’s back between her thighs again, rocking his hips into her, while her body involuntary limps like an old russian doll. I’ve never seen anything like this before…no man has come in here and done this before…I feel so bad for her. Her pink little folds are now secreting and creating little casms of blood and pre-cum as he confiscates her virginity in the act of rape. I could feel myself getting wet and wanting to be down there, but I was on my post, and I’d be in trouble if someone caught me off-shift. Aside, the soldier wasn’t finished, he raised her legs up on his shoulders and pounded into her cunt as if she were the last woman in Siberian Russia…I see him convulsing, he’s about to cum…and he does it on her pretty face, rubbing the contents around with the tip of his penis as she chokes and gags, barely able to utter a word…he tosses her to the ground…she’s there, lifeless, covered in spent sex…door locked, Grina is handed fourteen Rubils.
January 2nd.
So much time has passed by and yet, nothing has changed. Although they did re-direct me to a higher alert status because of an rumor that the Nazis were treading northward, I haven’t been able to write in my journal as much as I’d like, but now that things are a little more quiet around here I can finally devote myself to more writings. I haven’t been able to divulge on what’s happened since the high alert but nothing really happened that deserves mention, other than the obvious, except for one thing. . .When we returned to normal status, the commanding officer of both of our prison wings (male and female) decided to let us have a small soiree in the central mess hall of our complex. As usual, we had only the cheapest Russian vodka and cold hors d’ouevres made with boiled meats, paprika and eggs. After a couple of hours of dancing, drinking with the men, things got out of hand as expected. Some of the male guards tried to evoke a little more out of their assigned dance partners than a simple two-step. Alot of the male guards either got slapped in the face, or hit with a suspension by their superiors. After a couple-hundred bottles of Russia’s finest (worst) export the guards and the commanding officers (regardless of gender) had lost all control of protocol. Maybe that’s why they brought in three female dancers; all of them teenagers. Dressed in square-looking prison dresses in a dark and demeaning grey, they were led to dance on the tables for both the men and women. Some of the men laughed and cackled wildly as they did everything from throw handfuls of food and cups of vodka at them to reaching up their dresses to play with their gentials. Needless to say, as the girls got more upset, the men and women were more turned-on. One of the guards pushed a red-haired girl down on the table and invited one of the male and female guards to fondle her, fingers being inserted into every orifice imagineable. Some of the female guards actually smiled back and laughed at some of the male guards as if to show them that they were enjoying something new, foreign and invigorating. Anyone of the girls that fought-back could have been beaten horribly with a nightstick, within an inch of their lives. However, one of the girls looked so familiar, she was wearing makeup, but looked like a tramp. The blush that had been admitted by one of the guards was drawn to resemble two huge circles on her cheeks, making her appear similar to a rag-doll. After a good look, I noticed it was Kvetslka ! Oh my god ! I couldn’t believe it ! I had to do something. . .I walked up to the table and snatched her off like a caveman, an expression on my face appearing as if I was going to claim her as my own.
The rest of the troops hollered as they thought my intentions were impure, for the most part, I would have agreed, but I needed to save her I thought. Too drunk to understand the consequences, the guards that werent molesting the two other girls only cared about getting their first helpings of the girls. I dragged Kvet down the long dim-lit hallway away from the mess-hall like a wounded soldier, until I eventually got her back into the holding cell. I layed her down on the planked shapless wooden bed that she slept on since the start of her internment. I sat next to her and observed every crevice her almost formless little body. I never thought young girls like here could have such unique structures. The way her hips shifted downwards toward the begining of her legs started with the slightest little arch. She was truly a Russian princess to me, almost immediately she seemed to noticed my infatuated staring. Then, with silent diluted eyes, she lifted herself up to kneeling, staring directly at me. She then widened the gap of her legs and grabbed the small of my arm and placed it under her shapeless garment. She let my fingers touch the sopping-wet juices already running off her almost adolescent cunt. She whimpered louder and louder as the skin of my finger constantly grazed the erect, diamond-shaped circumference of her labia. Tears ran down her face as if she was reluctant to let me touch her, but she also seemed as if she was attempting to compensate me for my previous intervention. Regardless, I climbed on top of her and I began to kiss her and caress her soft black hair. My larger waist placed firmly between her legs, I could feel her becoming soaking wet. I then began to caress her breasts, they felt almost non-existant, but still tender to my fingers and my lips once I got to sucking on them. She moaned like an scared animal as I got my fingers past her tiny delicate folds, the flats of my fingers rapidly caressed her inner walls. As her little frame jostled under my total influence, she loosened my buckle and my pants to reveal my boiling hot mound. She rubbed her tiny, insignificant knee into the width of my cunt, rubbing it back and forth so much that her knee became soaked with my pre-cum. I was having the most incredible sexual experience of my life with someone twice as young as myself. I then became so filled with wantoness that I layed back and pressed her tiny porcelain visage into my cunt letting her lap up the juices on my experienced folds. She licked and sucked wildly for such a young novice while I held my breath from gasping in sudden bursts of orgasm.
For two-hours we fondled, caressed, and came repeatedly on the bed, our clothing…the whole room nearly stained with everything from perfumed female sweat to sexual secretions that chapped the most delicate parts of our bodies. Eventually, I spent the last of myself on her pretty face after I kneeled upright over the feathery cone of her pink tongue; my right hand causing her to explode all over the baseboard of the bed that had shifted totally out of place. Exausted, I layed down over her body and whispered her to sleep, reiterating to her what I felt during our momentous escapade.
End Of Part I
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Bell and Priya, best friends for two years have taken the next step. Except, Bell is a Witch and Priya is a Newborn race. Crazy, crazy beautiful lesbian love explodes then crashes as the world around them is going nuts. (Note: Bell is actually 147 years old and Priya may look 18 but is actually human terms – around 24)

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the bbq part2

” I am just popping out to get some more chippings” I said to my wife, “Did you want that lift now jenny?” I asked looking into her eyes “mmm, yes please” she said just having a mouthful of breezer. “do we need anything else? I asked lisa “no she said. “ok then see you in a bit!” I gave her an affectionate kiss, as jenny did the same to brian.
We walked out to the car together in silence, not too noticeable I hoped.
We got in, I started the car, by the time I had reversed off driveway, she had my cock out of my shorts and wrapped her finger around it’s lengthy but limpish stalk. she rubbed me a couple of times, “just to bring it back to life” she said, “where can we go?” she asked, “don’t worry” about that i said “just suck my dick, I need to fill your mouth!”
“oooh” she said as she went down.
I drove about 2 mile up the road to a leafy wooded layby I know. I got parked and she carried on slurping and wanking, “Ah, ing, oooh, god….I’m going to cum” I grunted, she went into over drive, then I started to spurt “aaaaagghhhhh” as a powerful orgasm swept over me, making me shudder and buck and jump, and she didn’t stop, she just kept going, moaning in appreciation as each manstring I produced fell across her tongue and hit her in the back of the throat.
“mmmm” she said, as she took her mouth off my cock, but still wanking it, keeping me nice and hard. she looked at me and opened her wartery eyes and smiled. Then she opened her mouth to show me a puddle of my sperm, just sitting there, god that made me want to fuck her. She closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she kissed me tongue to tongue, i could taste my saltiness still fresh on her tast buds.
She said “Take me into the woods and fuck me, I want you to fuck my pussy with your beautiful dick, then I want you to cum in my arse” Well i didn’t need asking twice i took the picnic rug off the rear parc3el shelf, and we headed off into the trees. My shorts were still around my thighs from her blowjob, and she was leading me by my cock, still rubbing it. We soon found a spot, i couldnt wait, she opened her blouse, and I got to work on those puffy inverts. she moaned outloud, as I made each of her nipples pop out into the open, and then pinch them with my thumb anfinger, and chew them.
I did quite a bit of breastplay with her, and fingered her pussy at the same time.
I licked her pussy out and ate her clit, which made her climax several times.
“fuck me now,please” she pleaded with me, I had a thought back to my garage less then 10 minutes ago and smiled evilly to myself, but then changed my mind because I wanted to fuck her, i have wanted to feel her pussy around my cock fo over a decade, and I wasn’t going to wait any longer.
I rolled her onto her front, “hands and knees” I ordered, and she got into position, “oooh c’mon mark, I need your dick in me now” and with that I took my fingers out and splayed her lips, god she tased good, well I had to smell her and see into her and taste her, before i fucked her. the I rose up behind her, and placed my cock at her entrance, I slipped the head in easily as she was good and wet, oh man it felt good, she was perfect, moist and warm, not too tight , and not too loosed, I edged in and back, she tried to thrust backwards, but I wasn’t having it, she moaned, partly in frustration, but mostly from lust.
I just enjoyed the sensation of just being in her and moving in and out a little, I pulled right out, with a plop, she grunted, “fucking hell mark, just fuck me already”, so I put the head back in and held the position while I played with her hard little clitty, and smacked her dangling tits, she moaned, I licked my fingers and made them really wet, then I spat on her arse crack and it started to run down, she moaned again “OOooodd, thats dirty” she said, then I took my middle finger and rubbed the lube around her anus, she relaxed and let out a little air, “sorry” she said but while her anus was open I slipped my finger in”Oh God” she said, I worked it in and out my cock was still moving with just the head and a little extra inside her pussy, the I pushed another finger into her arse, “ow!” she said, but I ignored her and worked her ring for all I was worth, she started to moan and thrust her arse upwards, my cock nearly fell out of her pussy, “Pleasse mark, fuck my cunt” she begged “Not yet” I replied, “when?” she asked “You’ll know” I said. I finger fucked her arse, until she started to climax, then I fel her body stiffen adn shudder, her pussy clamped on my head, then as it released for a spasm I thrust my cock deep inside her, all at once,she yelped like a puppy and I fucked her hard.
Thrusting back and forth intime with her spasms, hitting her g spot, I put my spare hand around her dangling tits, and squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples, she yelped again, she was still cumming, wave after wave, then I slapped her clit and made her yelp again, now she was whining, as my thrusting got harder and hgarder. The she started to laugh and cry from the constant pleassure he r bisy was enduring wothout respite.
I”I’m going to cum” i shouted, I pulled out of her cunt, took my fingers out of her arse, thrust my fingers from her clitty into her pussy, and then shoved my cock striaght into her anus, she howled as I buried myself deep inside her bowels, I forced my whole hand into her cunt, she was still creaming and shuddering, she was whining and crying and laughing, out of control, I thrust once or twice hard inside her tight little arse, and then I felt it, my whoile body shook, I couldn’t control myself, and wad after wad after wad of my jism unloaded itself into her arse and deep into her bowel, I thrust back and forth with my cock in her arse and my fist in her pussy.
My anus twitched with the power of my climax, my spunk was coming out of her arse with my back strokes, then we collapsed on the rug in a sweaty, shuddering heap, I let my cock go limp in her arse and fall out of its own accord, followed by copiuos amounts of my semen dribbling down her arse cheeks.
she rolled over and went down on me to suck off the excess and clean me up, I swivelled on the spot and lapped at her pussy juices. “My god” she said “I thought I was going to pass out”, “why did you do this today? I asked her “‘Cos brian pissed me off last night, and I know you have always wanted to fuck me, and the truth is the feeling was mutual, and I wanted to, and I am glad I have, you are bloody great, your wife is out of her mind not to still be having sex with you”, “well whatever the reason”, I said”I am glad, is this just a once off then?”, “it was going to be” she said, “but now i think we shall have to work something out between brians shifts, and the school run” she said
We got cleaned up, had a good long kiss and a cuddle, then went and bought provisions and went back to the house.
The rest of the day went like a dream, no suspicions, as we told them I had to drive around a few places to get the chippngs. When we all said goodbye at teh end of the day, jenny gave me her normal hug and kiss and said “see you soon”
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Vignettes V – I Married Jessica Rabbit

I met an amazing woman in college after the Army. I was an atheist and bent on corrupting her. She drew the line in the sand and I tried my damndest to get her to come over to my side. I got close but not close enough. Eventually she drew me to her side of the line and a marriage of high adventure and sexuality began.

A Demon World

Warning: This story might not be for the faint of heart, so read at your own risk. It deals with rape (kind of really turns int reluctance thought) and some other strange things. There is no violence however, so please be aware of that. One
With a splitting headache and the taste of copper in her mouth, Anna came to. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up into the beautiful night sky as trillions of stars winked down at her, their distant light like beckoning her. This was strange though; why was she laying in the soft and cool grass outside? The last thing she remembered was being in the school gymnasium with her friends Mark and Tanya in the middle of the night.
Rubbing her head gently, Anna pushed herself up and gazed out around her to find that she wasn’t just outside, she was in the middle of a lush and green forest somewhere. Large and solid trees stood proud everywhere she looked and a warm wind danced through their leaves, making them dance to unheard music in turn.
With her head about to split open she forced herself to stand and dusted off her skinny jeans and tank top, getting any loose dirt or grass off her clothes. This was strange, and she realized it. She had no recollection as to how she got out here and she didn’t even know where here was. As far as she could tell she was utterly alone as well, and that made her nervous.
Maybe this is just a prank… she thought to herself, but couldn’t swallow that logic. Who would want to prank her like this? This wasn’t a prank, it was kidnapping as far as she could tell.
“Hello?!” she yelled out into the stillness, her voice shrill and her throat painfully dry. “Is anyone out there?!”
At first there was no response other than the sound of the leaves rustling in the hidden wind, but after a long moment Anna managed to hear something shuffling a few dozen feet away. She quickly jumped into action and ran as fast as her weak body would allow her until she passed by a rather large and beautiful tree and burst out into a small clearing in the middle of the woods.
What she saw sucked the breath right from her lungs; in a good way.
Standing in the middle of the clearing were the last two people she had been with before she passed out and awoke here; Mark and Tanya. Mark stood tall with broad shoulders, short brown hair and a babyish face with no real muscles to speak of. What he lacked in muscles he made up for in brains though, and was the smartest student at their school. Tanya on the other hand was the opposite; she was the big breasted airhead of their school. She had looks most guys jacked off too with obscenely large breasts and perfect curves in all the right places. She had shoulder length hazel hair and deep brown eyes.
Compared to Tanya, Anna was like a stickman. She was thin with short thin legs and arms and no fat on her body. Her breasts were barely more than little bumps and her ass stuck out slightly more than she would have liked. That wasn’t to say she had a big ass; in fact she had a small one. She just hated it because she wanted to have as small of an ass as possible. At least her hair was the perfect color of red and her eyes were a bright green. Those had to count for something, right?
“Mark! Tanya!” she called out loudly and spooked her friends. They quickly turned to see her and a wide smile broke across Tanya’s face as she broke into a run and pulled her into a rib cracking hug.
“Anna! You’re safe! Where are we?” her best friend cried happily and Anna actually felt tears on her bare shoulders.
“I was going to ask you the same question. One minute we’re in the gym and the next thing I know I’m waking up out here!”
“So you don’t know what happened either, do you?” Mark asked seriously as Tanya released her from the hug. The tall boy strode slowly over to them and ran his hand over his forehead, his usual sign that he was deep in thought. If anyone could figure it out it was sure to be him.
“Maybe we got drunk,” Tanya offered but Anna quickly threw that idea out.
“We weren’t drinking, remember?” she scolded gently and her friend flashed her a pathetic look. “Actually the last thing I remember doing was—”
“Was setting up the summoning circle,” Mark finished for her and she had to repress the urge to hit him for always doing that. “We were in the gym and had the chalk outline all drawn out for the summoning. We even had those candles lit.”
“I remember now!” Tanya exclaimed excitedly and smashed her fist into her open hand like she was the one that had figured it out. “We were trying to summon a demon!”
That was exactly it; they had been trying to summon a demon in their school. It had all started when Mark said there were no such things as demons or angels and challenged them to prove it. Well Anna wasn’t going to let mister know it all be right for the millionth time, so she and Tanya decided to summon one to prove it to him. That was the last thing she remembered.
“You don’t think…” she began but let her words fall to the ground.
“I do,” Mark nodded. “You didn’t summon a demon, so I win the argument once again!”
“You little asshole!” Anna suddenly yelled and charged at him, her fists ready to bring down on his big dumb skull. Tanya quickly jumped in and held her back like she always did though, and all Anna could do was hurl insults at her enemy while trying to push the larger and stronger girl off of her.
“Calm down, Annie,” Tanya warned, using the one name Anna hated more than anything. “Don’t forget what’s happening. We’re kinda stuck in the middle of nowhere.”
“You’re right,” she quickly sighed and stopped her rampage, stepping back away from her friends to cool her temper for a moment, “I never thought I’d say that.”
“I have my moments,” the girl giggled and shrugged, basically admitting that she was an idiot.
Mark on the other hand had been deep in thought the entire time Anna was trying to claw his eyes out and he turned in a circle where he stood, looking in every direction. He didn’t seem to find anything that would help them though and a low groan came from his lips as it seemed all hope left him.
“What’s wrong?” Tanya asked curiously, totally oblivious to his dejected appearance.
“This isn’t right,” he admitted after a long moment and now both girls were staring at him curiously, silently pushing him for an explanation. “I thought we could head north until we found a road, but I can’t even find the North Star. Actually, I can’t find any constellation I know. Not the Big Dipper, not Orion, not even the moon! It’s a totally alien sky!”
“Alien?” Anna repeated with a huff, sure that her friend had truly lost his mind.
“You mean, like we’ve been abducted by aliens?” Tanya asked stupidly and Anna and Mark nearly slapped her for it.
“No, I don’t think we were abducted!” Mark snarled. “The forest looks like something you’d see on Earth and I don’t see any alien trees or plants. It’s more like our stars got replaced by someone else’s.”
“No, I think you were right the first time,” Tanya kept pushing and now Anna really did reach out to smack her; but she never got the chance. “Those look like little aliens.”
More out of habit than anything else, Anna looked to where her friend was pointing and nearly dropped in shock. Between the bushes a few hundred feet away she could indeed make out the shadows of some short and strange looking humanoids moving through the brush. Without a moon to light up the area though she couldn’t really tell what they were. She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.
“Run!” Mark suddenly hissed and before Anna knew what was happening, the strong guy had grabbed a hold of both her and Tanya and was starting to run in the opposite direction.
They didn’t make it more than five feet though. The first thing that Anna noticed was the whistling sound that was suddenly following them, and in the next instant all three of them were falling to the ground as something hard wrapped around their legs and tripped them up. Looking down at her feet she saw three round objects attached to a leather rope had wrapped around her ankles and prevented her from running. It was almost like a bolo, but these felt immensely heavy.
In the very next moment the weird creatures who had been moving through the brush were upon them, their bodies cloaked in shadow as they descended on the group of friends. For the briefest of seconds there was a lot of commotion and yelling but it was quickly snuffed out as something hard struck her in the back of the head and she keeled over, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. She had been knocked out.
Once again Anna found herself waking up with a splitting headache and the taste of copper on her tongue, but unlike last time she didn’t appear to be outside anymore. She found herself laying on the hard and cold stone floor of some building, and opening her eyes she realized that the ceiling reached so far above her head that she couldn’t see where it was even at.
“Anna!” Tanya’s voice suddenly screamed in her ear, and looking to her side she found her friend laying next to her with great big tears in her eyes. “Thank god you’re okay!”
“T… Tanya,” Anna stuttered and tried to force saliva into her dry mouth. “W… what’s happened? Where’s Mark?”
“I… I don’t know. Those… things… took him when they brought us here. I’ve been so worried,” the girl cried painfully and all Anna wanted to do in that moment was reach out and hug her friend.
She couldn’t though. The moment she tried she realized that her hands had been tied behind her back and her ankles were tied together; rendering her immobile. She struggled against her imprisonment but nothing she did worked. In fact it almost felt like the ropes began to tighten every time she fought against them. After only a few seconds of thrashing she was forced to stop in fear that all the blood to her hands and feet would be cut off.
“Aren’t you going to struggle more?” a soft, feminine, and almost snake like voice hissed through the large and cold room and Anna quickly realized they weren’t alone. “I was having so much fun watching you try to feebly break your restraints.”
“Who are you?” Anna demanded, momentarily forgetting her situation. She tried to sit up but most of the strength in her body had vanished when she had been knocked out and she could do little more than roll onto her back and stare up at the ceiling.
A moment later rough and hot hands grabbed her by the wrists and hauled her off the cold stone floor, giving her the first real look of the room she had as she was forced to sit with her legs straight out in front of her. The entire room was made from large grey stone bricks and there wasn’t a single window to be seen. The place was lit up by archaic looking lit torches hanging from the walls and a single massive door led out. It was what stood before that door that really scared Anna though. She had never seen anything like it before.
Standing—if you could call it that—close to twelve feet tall with another five to six feet still to go was something so bizarre that Anna wondered if she had been hit on the head harder than she first thought. The lower half of this things body was that of a giant (and she meant giant) black scaled snake, while the top part was that of a person; more or less. The tail receded into a muscled belly of the same color that rose up to display two very large and bouncy looking pierced breasts. Instead of just two, this creature had four arms that were covered in muscles. The head appeared to be humanoid as well, with hair pulled back into a tight braid and two eyes that glowed slightly red in the low light. However the snake like tongue that licked at the large and perky lips and the crown of small horns around her skull spoke otherwise.
This was a creature from nightmares; a demon.
“What are you?” she found herself asking with a shaky voice, the urge to pee pressing against her mind.
“Why are you asking me? Weren’t you and your friends the ones to try and summon me to the human world?” the creature queried and honestly Anna couldn’t dispute that logic. “But I suppose introductions are due. I am Puyala, Queen of this land and ruler over all denizens who call this world home! Now it’s your turn.”
“Q… Queen?” Anna trembled as some kind of pressure emanating from this creature pulsed against her weak and sore body.
“Does that mean you’re the devil?” Tanya suddenly asked, and for some reason there wasn’t that much fear in her voice. Only an airhead could pull that off.
“In a sense,” Puyala admitted and flicked both hands on the left side of her body out. “If that’s what you wish to call me, then so be it.”
“It worked!” Tanya once more yelled and now her voice was excited beyond reason. “I told you it would work, Anna! We actually summoned the devil! And damn is she buff!”
Before Anna could even think to yell at her friend for being an idiot, the Queen snapped her tail like a whip across the ground and the crack tore through the room, quickly getting both girls attention as she glared angrily at them. Anna still didn’t know what was going on, but she was sure they were in even more trouble now.
“Enough of this insolence!” she roared and whatever creature was holding her up even trembled under her rage. “You think that paltry little summoning you tried to use would ever be enough to summon me to the mortal world?! I am the most powerful demon to have ever lived, you whelps! So strong that I was able to trace your summon back to its origin and then bring you all to my world!”
“S… sorry, your highness!” Tanya squeaked and Anna knew the girl had cracked. She always buckled when someone yelled at her.
“That’s better! Although I must thank you for your stupidity in trying to summon me. Usually we have to rely on human operatives to send us new flesh; but you made it easy. You even brought a male along with you! Very well done!”
“A…. male?” Anna tasted the words and it suddenly hit her. “Where’s Mark? What have you done with him? Why did you even bring us here?!”
“Do not worry about the man, child; he is safe. He has been drugged and is currently waiting for me to get through with you. So let’s get through the introductions; we wouldn’t want to make him wait too long.”
At that, creatures that had been hiding along a far wall in the shadows slowly stepped out into the light and once more Anna gasped in surprise. They were short, probably no taller than three feet tall, and had skinny bodies with long arms and long legs. They were red in color and completely hairless, with two large eyes and an even longer nose that sat above wide mouths with two rows of pointed teeth. They were also just as naked as their Queen was, but Anna noticed that none of them seemed to have any genitalia at all. They kind of looked like Ken dolls. She also realized that these must have been the creatures that caught them in the forest.
“Let me introduce you to my Imps. Although I think you’ve already met them. They are my loyal servants who are tasked with catching the new humans sent to our world and bringing them here to meet me. They also get the pleasure of preparing you and your bodies for what you will experience while you stay on this world.”
“W… what do you mean? Prepare us for what? You still haven’t even told us why you brought us here!”
“Oh, didn’t I? How careless of me,” Puyala laughed and her insanely large breasts bounced dangerously on her muscled chest. “You’re here for two reasons! The first reason is as a form of entertainment for me and my subjects. We get terribly bored. The second reason is for breeding, but you don’t have to worry about that for now.”
Breeding? What the hell was this crazy devil going on about? Did they plan to rape them? No, that couldn’t be. That kind of stuff didn’t happen. Then again, demons weren’t supposed to really exist either, and now Anna found herself surrounded by them. She desperately hoped that she had heard wrong though.
“Breeding?” she asked and her voice betrayed her. “Y… you don’t mean… like having babies, right?”
“Oh, that’s exactly what I mean. But like I said, don’t worry about that just yet. Whether or not that happens is all up to you. Would you like me to explain how all of this works?” the grotesque and imposing Queen demon asked and Anna quickly nodded. “Very well. Starting from this night, you and your friends will have two weeks to survive out in the wilds of this world; on your own. Out there you will be… well let’s go with taught… how to endure the pleasures our race has to offer. Every hole in your body will be violated all in preparation for your test. You see, at the end of your two weeks you will once more be brought before me at my castle, where I will administer your final test. If you pass, you are free to return to your lives and we will even be so kind as to remove all your memories of being here. If you fail however, you will be stuck in our world for the rest of your lives and kept as breeding stock!”
That was pretty much the worst thing anyone could ever hear, and Anna could feel her fear creep into her brain even further now. Tanya didn’t seem to be doing too much better and she was loudly crying beside her, wailing like a toddler who had just had their toy taken away. There was still one thing that was bothering Anna though.
“What kind of… test is it?” she asked and had to force each word out of her mouth.
“The best kind,” the snake lady smiled widely and showed two long and dangerous looking snake fangs. “When you return before me you will be put to the ultimate test; a match. The rules to this match are simple: make me cum within one hour and you are free to go. Don’t make me cum or cum so much yourself that you are unable to continue on and you stay here for all of eternity. Sounds tantalizing, right?”
“Sounds like I’m going to puke,” Anna whispered under her breath and hoped that this monster didn’t hear her.
This couldn’t be happening! This was real life, not some pervy Japanese hentai where the high school girl gets raped by monsters! Weren’t demons supposed to be all about eating and killing humans, not mating with them? Where was the brimstone? Where were the pitchforks? Why wasn’t she waking up yet?
“Before your trial can begin, you first need to be prepared for the pleasures you will meet outside my gates. To accomplish this and allow your bodies to take everything without breaking, we prepare you in two steps. The first step is to make you drink an elixir that comes from the venom in my fangs. This venom will not kill you, but at first you’ll wish that you were dead.”
With a snap of her fingers two of the creepy and small Imps moved towards them and held out small goblets in their long clawed hands. Before Anna could even think about turning her head to avoid it, another Imp grabbed her head and plugged her nose; forcing her to open her mouth for oxygen. At that point it was already too late.
A cool and bitter tasting liquid was forced down her throat and it coated the thin membrane quickly, clinging to the walls of her mouth and throat like a syrup. So much was poured into her mouth that she could actually feel the weight of it in her belly and her head began to spin as her body instantly warmed up to an almost unbearable temperature.
“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” the Queen asked and Anna couldn’t even curse at her. “My venom works like an aphrodisiac, clouding your brain and making even the slightest of touches turn to pleasure. What you two have just been given is a small, watered down dose that will simply get you ready for the second step. Before that happens though, how about you two beautiful girls just enjoy the feelings flooding through your bodies and minds.”
A second later the ropes around her wrists and ankles were cut and she was dropped to the floor roughly. She knew she should have felt pain from landing on the cold hard floor, but all she felt was a jolt of electricity run from her nipples to her clit; three things that had already gotten hard on her. It was like the Queen said, all she could feel was pleasure. Even lying on the cold ground was making her wet and she suddenly wanted release, badly. No matter how good it felt though, there was nothing to push her over the edge and she remained right on the precipice in agony.
Her mind was so distorted and foggy that she couldn’t even focus on making herself run. Both her and Tanya had been freed, but they both remained on the ground and writhed in pleasure as moans escaped their lips. She was so worried about her hot body and the pleasure rippling through it that all she wanted in that moment was to orgasm. She had never wanted to cum so much before. It was all she could think about.
“Mmmm, I love watching your faces twisted in both pain and pleasure like that. The torture is so sweet! Just watching you roll around and moan as your body cries out for pleasure is enough to get me horny! As a special treat I will allow you to have what you so desperately crave!”
Rough hands suddenly found Anna’s body and she shivered in anticipation as new ripples of pleasure washed over her aching body. Before she knew what was happening she suddenly found herself being forcefully stripped, the clothes being torn from her nubile body so roughly that she cried out. Her scream wasn’t one of pain though. No, she had been so close to cumming just by being roughly stripped.
“I suppose I should warn you, my darlings,” the Queen spoke once more and Anna could barely hear her in the back of her mind. “The vast majority of my subjects are nothing more than wild beasts with an over heightened sex drive. Do not expect them to be gentle with you. But do not fear! For your first times here I have chosen my Imps to rape you. They have smaller cocks than most other demons. However, they do have one thing going for them.”
Directly before her eyes, Anna found one of the most grotesque looking cocks she had ever seen before. It was small at a little under five inches long while it was hard and its girth made it look more like an oversized pencil than anything, but it was red and pulsing. Literally pulsing. The tip was crowned with a small little hole and a horribly stinky and watery liquid was dripping out of it, splashing onto her tiny bare tits and causing her to groan in pleasure.
Even though it looked so gross and smelled so bad, Anna found herself wanting it. She wanted to feel this skinny dick sink into her pussy and drill her for all she was worth. She wanted this creature to fill her womb with its semen and mark her as his own. She wanted it so bad that she began to whimper as all she could do was look at it.
As if able to read her thoughts—partially—the Imp leaned forward and thrust his pencil dick straight into Anna’s mouth. Her first thought of biting off the stinky and sticky rod was quickly pushed out of her mind as her tongue began to lap at the underside of it without her permission. At this the Imp began to buck his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock into her throat over and over again as an immeasurable amount of pleasure erupted in her womb and she silently begged for another cock to fill it.
She didn’t have to wait long. As one Imp was fucking her throat savagely and causing her to drip drool all over her mouth and chin, another one had already pulled apart her knees and placed the thin tip of its small cock at her shaved opening. It rubbed the head of its monster cock against her pussy lips and clit, slowly opening her folds only to pull back and start all over again. The pleasure was excruciating and she pleaded with it silently to fuck her until she passed out. But it didn’t. It continued to tease her until she felt like she was going to die.
She felt two hard and clawed hands grip her thin thighs tightly, the pointed nails digging painfully into her skin and in the very next moment she was finally given what she wanted. With one great thrust backed by an insane amount of strength, the Imp plowed into her virgin pussy and ripped her hymen so savagely that she grunted around the tip of the cock buried deep in her mouth.
She had been told by people that losing your virginity was supposed to be painful and that your first time was never that good; but she begged to differ. All of her pain and discomfort were channeled into pleasure and she came the instant she felt the cock get buried in her soft and wet folds. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave and her whole body shook violently as she gurgled around the cock in her mouth. Her nipples were on fire, her muscles were clamping and releasing, her clit felt like it was going to explode, and her pussy tightened painfully around the intruder as she screamed in ecstasy.
A few feet off to her left she could now hear Tanya’s own moans and cries of pleasure as she herself came for the first time, and Anna hoped she was having as much fun as she was. That was simply because her orgasm never ended. It had hit her and continued to wreak havoc on her body and mind as she came constantly and felt like she was going to pass out from all the pleasure she was being forced to endure. In that moment she wished that it could remain like that forever. If her entire life was to be getting fucked like this then she would gladly accept it.
“Oh my, that looks amazing!” the Queen commented and Anna could only imagine the sneer on her face. “I can’t wait for two weeks to go by. I’m going to have so much fun playing with you two. But your initiation isn’t over just yet. I told you that my Imps had one good thing about their cocks, didn’t it? It looks like it’s just about to begin.”
The smelly and sticky cock in her throat was taken out of her mouth and Anna found herself actually sad about it. However it wasn’t taken away from her completely and the Imp kept it just close enough for her to lick the head. Which she did happily, swirling her tongue around it and sticking it into the tip as far as she could so she could taste the salty and slightly tangy precum. What happened next though surprised her.
The cock being licked by her tongue began to suddenly grow, stretching out to become longer while still remaining the same size in girth. It had gone from around five inches long to being a good ten inches long and began to curve upwards slightly as it tapered into a slimmer head. What was really odd though was the fact that the cock began to bulge about an inch below the head and it looked like air had somehow gotten stuck in there; if that was even possible.
Anna knew exactly what this was used for though. She had taken health class and knew where the uterus and cervix were positioned, and she had also seen a catheter before; so she knew that the bulge just under the head was meant to keep something stuck inside her. As if to prove her right she suddenly felt the cock inside her sopping wet and swollen pussy begin to change as well, following her pussy perfectly. It was as if it was perfectly suited for her.
She felt the tip of the head begin to press up against her poor cervix and she grunted at the sudden pressure. That grunt was quickly turned into a yelp as the strange demon cock thrust hard into her cervix and breached directly into her womb in one pump, pushing all the air out of her lungs as her continuous orgasm was joined by yet another one and they rode together like two waves lapping up against the shore.
“OH GOD!” she screamed in ecstasy and nearly peed on herself as her body lost control of what it was doing. “Yes! FUCK ME! FUCK MY UTERUS!”
As the little bulge began to swell just inside her uterus and trap the cock in her, the Imp that had been fucking her mouth grew impatient and shoved his strangely shaped cock back into her gaping maw. She was being pierced from both ends and she was absolutely loving it. She honestly hoped that this would continue on forever, but right now there was a more pressing matter at hand. She wanted cum, and lots of it.
Anna had been a virgin in every way up until this moment—she had only played with her clit sometimes—and she had never once tasted cum. One of her friends had told her it was slimy and disgusting, but at this point she really didn’t care. She wanted to drink it all down her throat and feel it erupt in her pussy and uterus as the cock remained lodged inside her, not letting a single drop escape. She wanted to be coated in the stuff and be covered in so much that she could have a cum bath. She needed to be cummed in!
The amazing cock in her pussy and uterus began to thrust once more, causing her to grunt around the one in her throat. The bulge behind the head left just enough room for a good inch to continue pumping in and out of her and each time she felt the knot slam into her cervix hard she orgasm even more, tears of pleasure streaming down her face.
Suddenly both demons began to grunt and their cocks pulsed even harder now as they were about to dump their loads into her waiting holes. The knowledge that she was about to make them cum made her giddy and she began to buck her hips in unison with the one fucking her down below while she began to hum and spit around the one in her mouth. She was in paradise, even though in the back of her mind she was disgusted at herself for this.
All at once both Imps unleashed a torrent of hot and watery cum into her body, their groans and grunts being lost in her own screams of pleasure. As the sticky liquid hit her throat and uterine walls and splash towards her fallopian tubes, the most intense part of her orgasm ripped through her young and tight body like a bolt of lightning.
She had lost total control over all her body and she twitched and writhed madly as both Imps continued to ream her as hard as they could, dumping their hot baby liquid into her furthest depths. She couldn’t imagine how much they were cumming, but even more she couldn’t imagine how much she was taking. She didn’t feel over full or stretched in anyway; if anything it felt like her body was absorbing most of it. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt in her life, and so what if the crap tasted like shit!
“Ah, what a grand show that was!” the Queen applauded from her vantage point just as both Imps streams of cum began to dwindle. “Both of your bodies have now absorbed enough of the magic potion that comes from an Imps cum to be able to withstand almost anything you will encounter out in the wild. I am so pleased you all enjoyed it!”
The snake lady’s words were lost on Anna as she came down from her high, her breathing erratic and her heart pounding in her chest. Her orgasms were beginning to dissipate now as well and the afterglow of cumming so hard enveloped her like a warm and soft blanket. It wasn’t over yet though. There was still one more thing to deal with.
The cock still trapped in her womb wasn’t shrinking and the bulge still kept it snuggly behind her cervix. That all changed a second later though. With a great tug the entire length of the cock was pulled free from her body and she yelped in surprise and pleasure as another orgasm rocked her. She could feel the knot tear through her cervix and the curve of the cock push against her soaking wet pussy walls as it split her open even further than she had been before. It was the most interesting and intense pleasure she had felt yet and she suddenly felt faint. Her orgasm hadn’t even finished when she passed out in exhaustion.

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Unplanned Kinky Experience

Judy wants to try a new bondage experience with her husband, Danny, but gets a lot more than she expected or wanted from the family dog and the next door neighbor.

Breaking barriers 2

Authors note- I had gotten told to do more of these stories, so here it goes! Plz comment and rate! Critiques welcome! This story has more of a back story in the beginning, the sexual parts are the first and fourth sections, so you can skip to those if you decide you don’t want to read the back story. Enjoy 🙂
~recap~
He grabbed my hips and slid deeper into me fast. “Ohhh dalty I love you!…. I’m about to cum!” he shot stream after stream deep into my ass. I started shooting my cum and it splashed onto his face, as I almost reached the peak of my climax he shoved his whole 9 inches into my ass and i shot the last of my squirt into his mouth. As I did this he and I heard a loud moan. “Oh shit, what the fuck is that?!”
We detached ourselves and opened my door that we realized was cracked open. On the floor with her pants down, shirt up, two fingers in her pussy and a hand on her tit sat my sister. ” hehe…. Hi Dalty…. Chris…”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2~~Sister shock~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Brit… What the fuck are you doing!?” I shouted. My sister was on her knees with two fingers shoved into her cleanly shaven pussy. Her 32 C size tits were full and her nipples seemed to stick out a full inch. Her long blond hair accented her thin beautiful face. Her silver eyes glittered as she looked up at me so innocently. It remind me of the days when I was younger and I used to spy on her getting fucked by her boyfriends. She always looked so hot with that innocent about to cum face.
“I… I just came home… And I heard…. A noise… I… I’m sorry I should have left but…. It was so hot, I couldn’t help it… I’ll… I’ll go.” she tried to get up but the pants around her ankles kept her from that attempt, and she fell back onto the floor showing us her entire pussy. Her lips were swollen and her clit poked out of it’s hood. Her pussy was dripping and it flowed down her legs. I couldn’t help get my hard on back, and with that I remembered I was fully naked.
Suddenly something happened that shocked both Britney and I. Chris knelt down, ripped the pants the rest of the way off and started licking her bare pussy. She moaned loudly and grabbed her tits. Without thinking my hand glided to my cock and I started jerking hard watching my boyfriend eat my sister out. Her hips raised with his licks, timed perfect, so he hit her throbbing clit.
Her body started to spasm and I saw Chris shove his tongue deep into her honey hole. “unnnn I’m cumming!” She thrusted franticly and then collapsed onto the floor and started panting. Chris looked up at me and I shot my cum over the both of them. My sister got up, was beat red, and just walked into her room with out a word.
“Chris, what was that?” I asked recovering from my orgasm. He just smiled and rolled his eyes walking back into my room
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That next morning was one of the most awkward of my life, of course I didn’t have school because it was a Saturday. We just sat there playing with our scrambled eggs not looking at each other. The silence was to much to handle, finally I had to open my mouth. “Britney… Brit listen” she looked up at me like she was frightened. “I’m not mad. I have to say, Chris eating you out was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Suddenly she coughed like her eggs went down wrong. I just watched her swallow her milk and my mind flashed to a fantasy of her swallowing my cum. I shut my eyes quickly and shook my head. I tried to ignore my quickly hardening cock. I was not falling into that trap.
“Dalty I….” I rose my hand silencing her. I knew there was one thing that would make her feel better, so I looked her dead in the eyes and was about to tell her something I swore to myself I never would. “I used to watch you fucking your boyfriends. I also watched you masturbate some times. Please don’t feel bad.” The look on her face was priceless. She got up and sat next to me with out a word. I just looked at her and her face said it all. I was leaning in and I kissed her softly. I had never kissed a girl before, and her lips tasted like skittles. My tongue licked her lips and she parted them slightly. Our tongues danced together. I would be lying to myself if i said I hadn’t had fantasizes about this for a long time.
She pulled away looking into my eyes she shook her head and whispered “Dalty this is wrong. This is so wrong. It’s illegal and we just can’t. I mean I wan–” her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. She took her opportunity and jumped up to grab the phone. “This is Britney…. Yea….. Oh god… No…. No…. Yes, we will be there soon” she hung up and grabbed her keys and shouted “Dalton we have to go now. Dad…. He’s…. We need to go.”
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We sat in the hospital shifting uncomfortably. A nurse had come out to explain the problem. For about three years now, I hadn’t seen my dad. I told him I was in love with a guy named Chris. He kicked me out and I moved in with Britney. It had been to long sense I talked to him, but from Britney’s reports he had been diagnosed with aids about a year after he kicked me out. He had tried to make contact with me again sense then, but I would never have it. He wouldn’t accept me, so I was done.
“He’s not doing well,” said the nurse to Britney “he maybe has two or three hours left, his body is just rejecting everything we are trying to give him. He wanted to see you two so bad. His room is number 308. He requested that we do not disturb him, but if anything happens, there is an emergency button right on the edge of the bed, it will page me directly. Don’t hesitate to press it if you see he’s in pain.” Britney just nodded and started walking to the room. Despite my feelings I fallowed her.
“Dad…?” Britney said walking into the room, I stood at the edge of the door. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. I have never seen my sister cry, but now I had a feeling I was going to now. They spoke in a hush tone and I could only make out a few words. Then Britney looked at me and stretched out a hand. With hesitation I walked to her and let her put her arm around me. My dad looked at me and smiled lovingly. He reached up and handed me an envelope. I took it and he grabbed my hand. With tears in his eyes he said “I’m sorry”
“It’s ok dad, I love you.” I said back. For the first time I felt welcomed by my dad. I watched as he grabbed my sisters hand again and said “I’m proud of you, your my little girl.” His eyes closed and the steady beeping of the heart monitor started to slow, then drifted into one constant beep. It seemed in slow motion nurses and doctors flooded into the room. They pushed my sister out of the way she fell back onto the other empty bed and just stared at those nurses. Finally a doctor escorted us out of the room. The ride home was the longest, quietest ride of my life.
Brit went to bed without dinner. I sat in front of the tv staring at the envelope. I grabbed it and ripped it open. In it was a bunch of pictures and a note. I selected the note and started reading it.
Dear Dalton,
Over these years I have thought seriously about what I did. I have wronged you and I wasn’t a good father. Half of the reason I kicked you out was because I have always had sexual tendencies to men, and I never thought I was ok. I had lied to myself for years, and if you look at the enclosed pictures you will understand what I mean. I love you son, and there is nothing wrong with you.
Love,
Glenda
Glenda? My dads name is Glen… My heart raced. I think I knew what this meant. I dropped the note and grabbed the pictures. The first one was simple, my dad looking into a mirror, the caption said “before” in bold sharpie. I flipped to the next picture. It was a beautiful woman with blond curly hair much like Britney’s. I dropped the pictures and walked upstairs. I could not handle this right now.
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I walked near my room and I had stopped with my hand on my door handle. I heard a strange noise coming from my sisters room. I walked to her door and creaked it open. She was sobbing in the fetal position. I walked up to her bed and laid down behind her and started spooning with her. She rolled over and cuddled into my arms kissing me. I was her knight in shining armor. I kissed her back moaning into her mouth. She pulled back and whispered “I want you Dalty, I love you.” I pulled her up onto my lap. She kissed me and humped me slightly. My hard on was already throbbing. Her lacy panties rubbed my cock through my pajama pants. She pulled them down and started kissing down my bare chest and straight to my dick. Sucking the head into her mouth she moaned and licked the small triangle spot below the head. I jerked into her mouth a little.
Without warning she sucked me harder. She shoved my cock deep into her throat and licked my balls. I moaned loudly and started humping harder. I was already on the brink, and i bet she was a lot better at sucking cock then Chris. She obviously noticed that I was about to burst.
She pulled me out and kissed me again, swirling my tongue around hers. I gasped and bucked my hips into the now dripping wet panties. She slid back down and jerked me off, I burst into her mouth moaning hard. She came up again and kissed me lovingly. When I came down from my orgasm high she cuddled into my arms and started falling asleep. I reached for her pussy and she shook her head and grabbed my hand and placed it back onto her back. “Not yet little brother.” and together we drifted off to sleep.

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Patrick and Me 3

Once we were ready to listen the girls didn’t have too much trouble convincing us they could be some use. After all, we were only fourteen years old and the truth was neither Patrick nor I knew how to drive, let alone had a license to do so. Where we grew up nobody learned how that early. Caroline had a car and she and Marlene could drive. If we ever wanted to hit the road they would come in handy. They had a whole lot of other information than no one our age could have known. How to do this and that and go here and there. It all started pouring out of both of them and straight over our heads. They got so excited they started jabbering away until it got boring. They only thing to do was stick them both back on the cocks until they calmed down. Marlene had a nice soft mouth, but even so, I wasn’t sure I wanted to subject my cock to the abuse day in day out. I came in her mouth just to be a nice guy, as foolish as that is.
When we were leaving the room who should we run into but John Thompson coming out of another room with a couple of girls of his own. Behind him in the room a couple of old guys were putting their pants on. When they saw Thompson, our girls got very quiet, and I didn’t blame them. Thompson was a mean son of a bitch.
“Well, well,” he said giving us the once over. “Aren’t you boys a little young for this?” His girls looked as if they were scanning the competition.
“Danny with you?” I asked. I knew that would piss him off. Although Danny had had a gang it was more like Tom Sawyer’s gang than a real one, sort of a play gang of choir boys. That didn’t mean they couldn’t hit, but you sure as hell wouldn’t find Danny or his brother at the Wonderland. They were going to end up going straight. Thompson was like the bad boy of their gang, and sure someday to be dropped as a lost cause even if he was their best fighter.
Maybe it had already happened, because I really pushed his button. A storm I had seen before crossed his brow and I was about to let loose when the storm suddenly vanished in a corrugated smile. I was so surprised that I didn’t even hit him. He would probably have dodged it anyway. I could see he was ready and he knew my moves. I most definitely would have gotten my ass kicked because Patrick would not have helped me against Thompson. It was an unwritten understanding we had with the Danny kids not to gang up on lone rangers. Of course Patrick would then beat the crap out of Thompson the minute I was out of the way.
“Bob, old buddy,” he said, “I see we’re in the same business. Aren’t you a little young for this?”He looked Marlene and Caroline up and down, appraising them. I really had no idea what he was talking about. Of course I know now, but in many ways I was still just a complete innocent, and as cool as my alter-ego, Mike was, he was almost as dumb as I. “You know competition is pretty keen in a small town like H__ . There’s not really that much room here for every Tom, Dick, and Harry who wants to set up shop.” He took his girls by their necks and slowly marched them down the hall to the elevator. His girls were pretty drunk and sloppy,from how they wobbled on their heels.
“What was that about?” I said when the elevator closed.
“He’s a pimp, you idiot,” Marlene said, leaning into me for protection. “Last week…I don’t want to think about it.” I guess I knew what a pimp was, sort of. I’d heard the word around the neighborhood. There was a dude everybody called “Casey” who was said to be a pimp. People said he hung out at the Algonquin, a hotel downtown that was either a moldy flea bag or ripe with old world charm, depending on your point of view. But the lobby, where Casey supposedly hung out was still classy with a lot of marble, dark wood, and brass. People talked about Casey with mingled disgust and admiration, but nobody had really said what Casey did. I hadn’t had enough interest to find out.
“He sells girls,” Marlene choked out. “Patricia Davis, who used to live on our floor turned up in his stable. I think he beat her up, but she was fucking up anyway, probably because her parents split.” In the next couple of minutes Patrick and I took the course in human trafficking for the compleat idiot. “And he thinks you guys are trying to horn in on his business.”
“I don’t think I want to do that,” Patrick said.
“You mean sell girls for money?”
“Or rent them, like Johnny is doing.”
“I couldn’t see it,” said Patrick.
“I couldn’t see it, either” I added. “But maybe we’re just fucked up.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, why can’t we do it?”
“I don’t know. I just can’t.”
“How much do you think we could get for them? Theoretically speaking.”
“These girls? Shit I don’t know. A lot.”
“What do you think, Marlene?”
“I don’t know,” she said in a very tiny voice. “I want to stay with you.”
“You know my fucking father is a salesman,” Patrick said. “It’s the shits. I mean he doesn’t sell girls. It’s cinder blocks and stuff, but it sucks. Whenever I’m in the store and he’s trying to sell something I want to puke.”
“Why?”
“How the fuck should I know why. Do I need a God damned reason to puke?”
“ I guess not.”
We left it at that and got in the elevator. Caroline’s car was in Shay’s lot and we all got in, Patrick in the front with Caroline and me in back with Marlene. She tried to snuggle up but I didn’t feel like it. I already knew that I didn’t like girls hanging on me. I put her in the corner and she stayed there, her eyes glued to my face.
It looked like Patrick and I were leaving home rather abruptly. We had been talking about doing something for some time, but hadn’t really come up with any plan. I mean what kind of plan could a couple of runaway kids come up with? We certainly couldn’t get jobs, and anyway, we knew we couldn’t keep them. We were both too hot headed. I had once had a boss for about a week. My dad had gotten me a job working in a shoe store. By the end of the week I had already clocked the manager, a pathetic little bird. I couldn’t stand his smile. And no one in his right mind would give Patrick a job. What a joke that would be.
This whole night pushed things forward rapidly. When we got to Caroline’s house I thought we were going to leave, but when we turned to go Caroline blocked the door.
“You can’t go.” she said.
“Why not?”
“John Thompson knows where I live. Didn’t you see his face?”
“She’s right,” Marlene chimed in. “He’s going to come after us. I could see it in his eye.”
“Are you sure?” I added skeptically. I was getting a little tired of Marlene always coming up with a new excuse to suck my cock and I was frankly suspicious. I looked over at Patrick who just shrugged. Caroline had a two bedroom apartment but there was a roommate in the other one. When Caroline told her the story she agreed to go and sleep at Marlene’s place for the night to let Marlene and me sleep in her bed. The girls worked all this out among themselves with about ten times as much talk as necessary. I walked Francine down to her car and she took off.
By the time I got back to the apartment the girls had worked themselves into a lather. They were here, there, and everywhere. They wanted us to push the refrigerator in front of the door and were even talking about calling the police. Of course we wanted nothing to do with the cops, not even to say hello. Patrick didn’t know what to do. He looked like he had suddenly remembered that he didn’t know how to talk to girls. I shouldn’t have left him alone with them. I took one look at the girls hopping around like scared mice and Patrick standing there clueless and I thought, “fuck, life has been a God damned roller coaster since we met these girls. The waterworks, the giggles, blah, blah, blah, and now this. Chickens with their heads cut off. Is it fucking worth it?”
I slapped them both a couple of times to calm them down. I thought Patrick might get pissed off that I touched Caroline, but he understood what I was doing and let it go. “Relax.” I said and then realized that this is probably the stupidest command ever. I was thinking that we should send both girls to bed just to keep them calm. I knew perfectly well that the slaps were not going to hold them for long, and the next time would have to be harder and the next one harder still. These girls were like drug addicts when they got going. Who knew it was going to be like that?
I felt all this barricading the door and shit was like a vote of no confidence. If Thompson came we would deal with him and that was that. We’re not going to hide behind the refrigerator waiting for him to show up.
Sure enough, the slaps worked for only a few minutes, and the girls’ fear started building up again. First it was just a couple of words Marlene whispered, but when they got away with that it wasn’t long before the fucking dam broke. Yak, yak. Oh my God. It was my fault for not nipping it in the bud, but now it was too late. I had to get them away from each other. This whole scene was just not a healthy one if we were going to get a visit from Thompson. “Let’s put them to bed,” I said. Patrick looked confused and I promised myself never to leave him alone with both girls again, at least not when he was in a dangerously good mood. Good cheer robbed him of what little brain he had.
I took Caroline by the arm and led her into Francine’s room. I threw all the stuffed animals on the floor and looked in the closet. What looked like a fairly clean nightgown was hanging on a hook. I told Marlene to put it on, but she started playing helpless and I kicked her ass hard. I was in no mood for fun and games. When I got all her clothes off I went into the bathroom and got a cool wet washcloth. It was a hot night and I thought cooling her off might help. When I started washing her face she held it up like a little girl. She seemed to enjoy the attention. She was getting pretty tired from all the excitement herself. I went back and ran more cold water onto the cloth and continued washing her down. It did wonders. It wasn’t long before she had completely forgotten about John Thompson and was rubbing her pussy on my leg. She even began to giggle and started licking my neck. I knew what this was all about and I wasn’t about to have any more of it.
I swatted her a couple of times to move her towards the bed. She was fast enough but tried to take off the nightgown. I grabbed her shoulder to make her stop and she looked at me as if she didn’t understand. She pointed down. She had jacked the nightgown up, and with her legs waving in the air, was offering her pussy for my use. The nightgown was above her waist.
But I had no time for this nonsense now. I was pretty sure Thompson was going to show and I didn’t want him to find me with my cock in either Marlene’s mouth or her pussy. That was no way to prepare for a fight. Anyway, this whole cock sucking thing had gone too far as it was. This girl was going to have to learn a little self control. I had thought the nightgown would make Marlene feel a little safer so that I could put her to bed and keep her out of my hair. I pulled it back down so it covered not only her twat and ass, but most of her legs. There was nothing sexy about it, which was good. It was just a comfortable cotton nightgown that Francine probably used when she had no company and just wanted to feel comfortable.
I could see Marlene was a little unhappy, but that quickly changed as she realized that I had to do what I was doing to prepare for Thompson. She jumped up, hung on my neck, and gave me a big hug. That was nice and I gave her a big hug back. It felt really great, but I had no time for feeling great. I lowered her down into the bed. Instinctively she opened her legs and lifted them into the air but I pushed them back down again and made her lie in the bed like a mummy. I even made her cross her arms over her tits and keep her head perfectly straight.
“Now don’t you move,” I said. “You understand me. Don’t you move a muscle.” She obeyed and lay there rigidly. It was a hot night so I covered her only with the lightest sheet. I opened a window and there was a cool breeze. Marlene was settled down. I went out into the living room. “Put her to bed,” I said to Patrick, nodding at Caroline.
“Get yourself into bed, honey,” Patrick said and in a flash Caroline was a mummy just like Marlene, but in her own bed. “Oh, we’re gonna have a fight tonight, we’re gonna have a fight,” Patrick sang merrily as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Every now and then he hauled off and punched a hole in the wall.
“You think Thompson will come here tonight?” I said.
“Why wait?”
“You think he might have a gun or a knife?”
“I don’t think so. He doesn’t want a reputation as a slimeball. Real bad for business. Will curdle the heart of every cunt on his string. This is a dirty fucking fight. So it has to be clean.”
“What the?” I was knocked off my feet. Where did this fount of wisdom come from? Fucking Jeff was back. The wise asshole. But how could he know more than Patrick? There was a whole lot more to this acting than I had ever thought.
But best not to think about it right now. “It surprises me that Thompson is a pimp.”
“Does it? I thought he was just the type.”
“But it’s changed him. Don’t you think?”
“How so?”
“Sneaky, maybe?”
“Thompson’s not sneaky.”
“You sure? Maybe a little shifty?”
“Shifty, shifty, something up his sleeve. Yeah maybe.
“Gotten clever. Counting his money. Figuring on how to get more.”
“Fucked, man.”
“Poor guy. Down the toilet and doesn’t even know it.”
That gave us a good laugh and reminded us all over again what friends were all about. While we had been talking we had been making our way to the fridge where, lo and behold, there was a nice cold case. We opened a couple of beers and kicked back, waiting.
The thought of John Thompson coming to get me made my heart pound. Everything was razor sharp. Words were etched in stone. I clenched and unclenched my fists. I didn’t think about anything. No plan, no nothing. Just go at it. I knew I probably didn’t have much chance against him. We had never had much to do with each other before because my own war with the Danny kids had ended long ago. After that test of courage, I was something like an honorary member of the gang, a status only Danny understood. I never ran with them. Thompson was always a whole lot bigger than me, much too much bigger to pick on me. And I had never real had a run in with him. Even so there was something about this that made me feel it was a long time coming. Something about the way our eyes met whenever we were in the same place. Some unspoken enmity. I felt it and I knew he did.
Then there was the whole pimp thing. Selling and renting girls. Selling and renting fucking anything. Of course Casey did nothing, zip. Just sat there in the Algonquin counting his money. Disgusting. Still, I had to admit. Girls were a hell of a lot more trouble than they were worth. Always wanted to suck your cock or get you to stick it in their pussies. And you had to fight off everybody and his cousin, guys who can think of nothing better to do than stick their cocks into a girl. Guys who are ready to kill you and take her away. I could see the temptation to sell them. Get some value at least. Why not? It just rubbed me the wrong way. I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“Bobby, oh Bobby.” That was his voice, trying to sound weird. I looked out the living room window and there he was, in a pool of light. He didn’t look like he had any weapons. Patrick jumped up and we both headed for the door. When we came out he was standing on the grass. I could see he had changed his shoes from the pimp boats he had been wearing in the Wonderland. Had on looser clothes too. There was one mistake I had hoped he would make. But I hadn’t really expected it. Thompson had had plenty of experience. He was alone, so Patrick stayed back. Even dirty out-and-out street fighting had rules outsiders could never know. Get a reputation as a slime ball and the next guy will knife you in the back. Life will be one long job of looking over your shoulder. It was dirty as hell yet not dirty.
“Bobby boy, Bobby. You know there’s no way we’re both going to stay in business. I tell you what. I’ll buy you out. I’ll give you a good price for those girls.”
Thompson was playing some game. He definitely had become a whole lot sneakier. He couldn’t really think Patrick was working for me if he knew us at all. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe he didn’t know us at all. Neither of us had never really talked to him. He had always been a kind of shadowy figure around Danny. There, not there, then there again. Rumor was he had been locked up in reform school for a time. But nobody thought that much about it. I walked up to him.
“Bobby. Let’s make a deal.”
I swung at him and, to my amazement, connected. I had caught him by surprise. Unfortunately, my balance was not that great and I got him on the cheek. I got him with a better left and he went down. He rolled away and I chased him. A kick missed and he was up. Another right missed and then he came in with a left. Shit that was hard. Half my face was all numb and my head was ringing. But I got him with a right, probably my best punch and at least kept him away from me for a couple of seconds. I thought I could get in another one but I missed and a hammer blow came down. I was on the ground and I thought I was finished. I tried to roll away but my head was fuzzy. I expected to start feeling kicks. One came and then no more. I waited and waited, but nothing.
Everything seemed far away, like a dream. Suddenly I noticed some movement just beyond the circle of light. It looked like, but it couldn’t be. It looked like Fuh, an even more shadowy member of the Danny kids than Thompson. In fact we never really thought of him as part of the gang at all. He was a wannabe that Danny didn’t want, but who still hung around wanning to be.
Fuh. He was a kind of joke. We used to call him “Fuh, Who? Fuh,” because no one could believe his ears when you told him his name. Fuh was probably not his real name but how anybody could end up being called that nobody could guess. And nobody particularly wanted to know. He was a slinky, sly little devil.
Had Thompson brought Fuh as backup? No, not possible. I attributed the idea to the state of my consciousness at the moment. I should have been trying to get up, but instead I was thinking, a sure sign of being seriously fucked up. But where were the punches? Where were the kicks? I was starting to feel a little lonely. I looked over to where I thought I had seen Fuh and there was nothing, just darkness. I turned to try to find Thompson, making a mental note to not get kicked in the teeth. But I couldn’t find him. Unless that was him going down under a shot from Patrick. Yes, that was him. Looked like Patrick got in a good one. Thompson was scrabbling back, trying to get out of range. Patrick was on him again with a hell of a kick. Thompson rolled away and then…and then…I must have been out. I must be dreaming. I couldn’t be seeing what I seemed to be seeing. Patrick was letting him get away. Patrick was letting him get away!
The next thing I knew I was in bed and Marlene was washing what was left of my face with a cool wet towel. My nose was broken again, but I hadn’t lost any teeth even though I had taken one in the mouth. My right eye was closed and I was pretty sure I had a broken rib. Patrick and Caroline were standing over me.
“You are fucked up,” Patrick said when he saw I could hear him. He was smiling and laughing. He was still excited and moving like a tiger, the way he always did when we got into a fight. He couldn’t have been happier.
“How can you be laughing at a time like this,” Caroline said.
Patrick ignored her. He bent down to look closely at my wounds. “Fucked up,” he reaffirmed.
I struggled up on my elbows. It hurt. “You let him go,” I said.
“I know,” he said, suddenly furious. He punched a hole in the wall. “Had to.” Like a cloud his fury vanished and a smile came bck to his face. “You ought to see your fucking face, pal. What a mess! Your dreamboat days are over.” He laughed a great big laugh.
“Did you see Fuh?”
“Who?”
“Fuh.”
“Yeah, I saw him, or I think I did. Bastard disappeared into the shadows when I caught sight of him. Thompson wasn’t alone. Not that Fuh could have done anything.”
I fell back on the bed and Patrick and Caroline, seeing that I wasn’t going to be any more fun, left me alone with Marlene. I ached all over and didn’t really want to move ever again. Marlene went into the bathroom to ge the towel wet again. When she came back and wiped my face I thought she couldn’t give me any more pleasure than that.
“How does that feel?” she asked, poking her finger into the big bump on my cheek.
“Ow,” I said, surprised by the sudden pain.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“Not that much. I’ll be all right.”
“How about this?” She pressed her fingers against my swollen lip.
“Do you like hurting me?”
“Your cock is hard. I can feel it.”
“What of it?” It was true. My cock was hard. It was almost always hard after a fight, win or lose.
“Can I suck it?”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.
“Can I just kiss it?”
“All right, one kiss and then to bed. A good night kiss.” I hurt all over. Every move was a sudden sharp agony, but I had been here before. I would get better but right now I needed a good night’s rest.
I just had one sheet over me and when Marlene peeled that back I could see a lot more of the damage. There was, of course the rib, which pretty much kept me from sitting up, and a painful charlie horse on my right thigh from a kick I didn’t even remember getting. All and all not that bad. Could have been a lot worse even if it felt pretty bad at the moment.
And of course there was my cock, its tip up near my belly button, hard as could be. “Just one kiss,” I said, “ I need my beauty rest.”
She slowly lowered her head down, keeping her eyes on mine all the while. When she got to my cock she put her lips on the tip, then, with a sudden naughty expression, plunged it into her throat and sucked and sucked.
“Hey!” I said. I reached down and grabbed her hair. I would have thrown her off hard but the pain was excruciating. Maybe that was a lot more than a rib. “Ah, ah,” I groaned, and let her go. I fell back. When I looked up again I could see her face. My cock in her throat didn’t hide her terror. Gradually naughtiness replaced it.
“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to move,” she said. Her ability to talk while cocksucking was sexy. I imagined this was why girls smoking was sexy. It was like a preview of their cocksucking.
“Marlene,” I said, trying to sound as threatening as I could. But it was useless. She knew now that I was helpless.
“What, darling?” she said and fluttered her lashes. She was really getting into it now. What’s with these girls and cocksucking? Patrick and I had never really thought about any of this when we had been trying to figure out how to cross the canyon between us and them. But I was too tired and hurt to think and I let my head fall back on the pillow, and just allowed Marlene to suck my cock. Every now and then she would pop off and just say “Cock,” all happy, the way a young child will talk to her dolls. “Cock, cock cock,” she said bouncing her head back and forth and then plunging down to my balls till she gagged. She slowly rose back up catching my barely awake eye. She looked so naughty. All drooly she came off and whispered, “cock,” and gave the tip a kiss.
I was out of it. All I could feel was my cock in this wet soft thing. For once I just gave way and lost myself in the warm, soft, wetness. I let her tongue, lips and throat say “I love you” in the language of cocksucking, again, and again, and again, each time, it seemed, more heartfelt than the last. The tension I always lived with, and thought of as life itself, drained away. And she sucked hungrily, like a baby.
I hurt all over and felt great. I drifted to sleep for I don’t know how long, but I woke to find that her pussy had replaced her mouth. Her head was on my chest and her arms around my neck. A little sigh escaped her that melted my heart. Still asleep, she nuzzled into my neck. I made her feel safe. Apparently we had been fucking in our sleep. After I had fallen asleep she must have slipped her pussy over my cock and settled down on my chest. I realized more deeply just how Thompson’s play had frightened her. She had been on the edge of being sold as a whore. She probably should have been thanking Patrick more than me. I reminded myself to have another growth spurt.
It was only that my cock had reached that permanently hard painful stage that this was possible. Strangely, in some way I liked that feeling more than any other. Her pussy gave my cock a sleepy squeeze. She let out what I can only call a bourgeois cunt fart. I thrust up into her. I wanted her up! She only stirred and I rammed up into her again. It hurt, which made me mad, but it woke her up with a start. I slammed into her pussy again. “Stay up there,” I ordered, and she got off my chest but kept her pussy half way up my cock. It hurt like hell but I came at that pussy from every angle. She learned to pussy my cock no matter which way it came at her. From top, bottom, side, no matter where I came from at the end of every thrust, there was that pussy, wrapped around my cock, sucking away, and proud of herself. But when I went faster and harder, she just kneeled there, arching up her ass, and took it. My cock just took her over. She was nothing but wet docility. She moaned and whimpered like it was the last fuck she would ever have, which for all anyone knew, it was. I must have been doing myself some serious damage. I bent her to my will. When her pussy was docile as only a good pussy can be, and she was whimpering pitifully, I came.

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DIARY OF A GIGOLO 3

After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to fourteen and not overweight. They were often a long way from home on business.

Holy Shit

While at work, my cell rang. It was my ex boyfriend, (Bill) calling to ask if I was busy after work. I told him no, and he asked if he could pick me up. I told him I was off work at 9, and he could get me then. He said Ok, said good bye, and hung up.
I was really excited to see what was in store for me (I’ll explain those other stories later). So I went back to work. At 9, I looked up, right into the face of my ex. (He’s so hot. He gave me his, “I was to fuck your brains out”, look. He gave me a kiss, and asked if I was ready. I said yeah, and we got into his car. He drove me home to get clothes so I could stay with him over night at the hotel. He rented it just because.
I walk in with him, set down the stuff, and he takes off his jacket. He steps to where I am, and kisses me. He slides his hand up my skirt, and slips into my shaved, wet pussy (He always liked it when I didn’t wear panties). While I fumble with his belt buckle, and zipper, he removes my shirt and bra, exposing my huge tits. He grabs them, forcefully, and pulls me by them, closer to him. He breaks the kiss, and goes to my neck. Biting and sucking at the same time. By now I’m so wet, I drop his pants to the floor, and push him on the bed. He looks at me, and I smile. I kneel on the bed, and I grab his cock. I lick the salty cum from the head, and start sucking his dick. He grabs my head softly. Licking down the underside of his shaft, to his balls. Of course he shaved all of the hair off, so it was very smooth. I slowly sucked each nut, licking with my tongue ring sliding over each one, jerking him off while doing so. He moans and grabs my hair tight. I start licking back up his penis, massaging his balls, and I get back to the top of it. I deep throat his cock a few times, then go back to licking and sucking his cock. He starts to get more into it, and starts talking to me. First he asks,”Like the way that cock tastes?”, I moan back, “mm hmm”. He grabs my hair tighter, ” Suck my dick, ya little slut!”, I moan,” uh hmm” Now he tells me to stop. I ask why, and he says,”Because, I don’t want to cum before I get to fuck that pussy or ass”
He pulls me on the bed, gets up, and gets behing me and slides his cock deep into my wetness. I lose my grip, and my arms drop to the bed. He slams my pussy harder and harder everytime. All the time, asking if I missed that cock in my pussy. I answer in between moans, trying to get out that I want him to fuck me in the ass (He got me into anal sex the first time we had sex!) My pussy wanted more, but I needed to feel his big dick in my ass. He wet my asshole with my cum, and slipped, slowly not to hurt me, into my ass. I lost it… Just having him in there, was a whole other experience. I came 2 times, even before he was fully in or had even started pumping in and out. When he did start to fuck me in the ass, I came again. He smacked my ass, really hard, repeatedly while fucking me. He started with the dirty talk again, “You love this cock deep in your ass don’t you, my little whore?”, I clenched my teeth, “Yeah… Harder.” He reached around, and started fingering my clit. I came again… The feeling of his balls slapping against my pussy, his cock in my ass, and now this!? I reach down and grab his balls. He pounds away at my ass, then pulls out and starts fucking my pussy again. I’m so wet it’s ridiculous. I tell him to let me know when he was going to cum. He fucks me so hard, the bed is pounding against the wall. I’m pretty sure that the people in the next room were enjoying the noises coming from us. He keeps fucking my cunt for about 10 more minutes, and then he starts asking, “You wanna drink my cum?” I moan,”Yeah!”, “You ready for it?…. get… down.. there.. NOW!” I pull him out, and straight to my mouth, his juice covered cock goes. I suck and jerk all of the cum out, licking and swallowing every last drop. His body jerked with every last pump. I knew when he was done. I got up, and went into the bathroom. I got into the shower, and then went to sleep next to my ex. He cuddled up to me, and went to sleep

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