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First Time With Carter Part 3

After my anal sex experience with Carter, we became very good friends. We didn’t see each other as often as we would like, because we were both really busy. My work was becoming more demanding, and I was working my way up the ladder. Carter was also really busy, but I was never sure what he was busy with. The winter months died away, and we had sex whenever we could. It definitely wasn’t enough though. I began to seek out gay sex from other sources. I still had the occasional woman as well. I hooked up with a few different guys, and continued to see Carter when possible. As spring drew to a close, I was awarded a top executive position with my company. One of the perks I was given was a two month paid vacation, as long as I put at least one week a month in from home. I was thrilled, but I was a little upset as well. What was I going to do with all this time? I could always search for hook ups, but I was a little tired of having a bunch of different partners. And the truth was, I really needed to be careful who I was sleeping with. As if he read my mind, Carter called me when I got home that day. I told him about my promotion and my time off, and he said great. There was a strange tone of excitement in his voice. He asked if he could come over the next day and said that we needed to talk.
“Don’t you have to work” I asked.
“I have the day off” Carter replied.
“Okay, come on over and we can have some lunch and talk” I said.
That night, I lay awake wondering what Carter wanted to talk about. He definitely sounded excited, but I had a worry in the pit of my stomach that I might not like what I was going to hear. I pushed this thought to the back of my mind, and I thought of the day that we first had sex. I started playing with my asshole absent mindedly, and I was fingering myself with four fingers. I kept my ass ready for a fucking any time! I slowly jacked myself off to an explosive orgasm that shot up to my chin. I licked my own cum off of my chin, and rolled over and went to sleep.
I woke up the next day and tooled about the house. A normal person would tidy up before they were having company, but I am extremely neat, so there was nothing to tidy up. I set some steaks out for lunch and went to take a shower. I stroked my cock the entire time, and blew another load of semen down the drain. Time must have really flown by, because no sooner than I finished dressing that my doorbell rang. I walked to the door and swung it open. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw on the other side.
I gasped and stared out the door. At the other end of my gaze stood Carter, as handsome as ever, and next to Carter stood a short, skinny blonde haired boy. The boy could not be any older than ten or eleven, but he had the same good looks as Carter. He was extremely tan like any kid his age and he looked at me slightly shyly. The look of shock was clearly evident on my face, because Carter was staring at me.
“I have a lot to tell you” he said.
We sat down to lunch and had a long talk. Carter told me that the blond haired boy was his 12 year old son Jacob. I also found out that Carter was 30. He was a little older than I thought, but still good looking. Carter proceeded to tell me that he was a teacher, and he was off for the summer. This explanation also shed light on why he was always so busy. We talked into the night, and I asked Carter and Jacob to stay for dinner. When we departed, I was still slightly in shock, but I was also horny. I realized that it wasn’t really Carter that was turning me on, but his son Jacob. I felt slightly sick at this thought. I went to bed without jacking off, but I dreamed about Carter and his son a lot.
We hung out a lot during my time off. During my second month off, Carter and Jacob came over to swim. Jacob had really taken a shining to me. He jumped up and gave me a hug as soon as I opened the door. We walked into the living room, and I turned around to see Jacob standing naked and taking his bathing suit out of his bag. I was a little shocked, but seeing him from behind was turning me on slightly. I could see his small hairless balls through his slightly spread legs. I was happy that Carter did not see me staring at his son this way, as he had walked into the bathroom to change. Apparently, Jacob and I had reached a new plateau in our relationship. He was clearly comfortable with me now. We swam around, and I invited Carter and Jacob to stay the night. They agreed, and we headed off to bed a few hours later. We put Jacob into the spare bedroom and he drifted off pretty quickly. Carter and I strolled into my bedroom and closed the door. We immediately stripped off our clothes. I walked over and sat down on the end of my bed and pulled Carter over by the hand. I reached out and started stroking his cock. It got hard pretty quick, and I immediately took his cock into my mouth.
“Hold on” Carter said, and he pushed me down onto the bed. He then climbed up on the bed and turned around so that we were in a 69 position. I immediately took his cock back into my mouth and focused on the head. Carter took my dick in his mouth and started moving his mouth up and down my shaft. I kept up with the dick sucking for a couple of minutes, then took my mouth off his cock and moved my tongue to his balls. I kept moving my tongue further down his balls until I reached his asshole. I then plunged my tongue into his asshole and started tongue fucking him. This was a new sensation for me, but I did it naturally. Carter shook a little from shock, and immediately shot his load on my chest. He stopped sucking my dick.
“Don’t stop now” I said, a little disappointed.
“Don’t worry, I owe you one” he replied. With that, he pulled out some lube and handed it to me. I looked at the lube, and then looked at him and it hit me. I have never fucked Carter in the ass before. I started lubing up my cock, and Carter bent over the edge of the bed. I didn’t need to lube his ass up because my saliva was still in his asshole. I walked up behind and rubbed my dick up and down the crack of his ass. I found his asshole, and pushed my head in. It slid in easily, and I started to slowly push my 6 ½” dick into his ass. I met very little resistance, and I assumed that Carter had sought other sexual partners when we weren’t able to get together, just as I had done. My cock was in all the way to the balls fairly quickly. I worked up a steady rhythm and fell into a trance to the sound of my balls slapping his ass. He was moaning with pleasure, and I was moaning even louder. I felt the cum building up in my balls and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I could tell that Carter was jacking off to my rhythm and it made me fuck him that much harder. I was literally pounding his ass when I entered into an orgasm. I started yelling a little louder than I wanted to, but I just couldn’t help myself. My dick was still twitching when I realized that Carter was cumming on my bed. We moved up in the bed and covered up with a sheet. A minute later, the door opened up and Jacob was standing there looking at us.
“Daddy, I couldn’t sleep” Jacob said. It was this moment that I realized that Jacob was naked. I thought back and realized that I never gave them any shorts or anything, or even offered to dry his swim suit. Carter got out of bed and walked over to Jacob, not even slightly shy that he was still completely naked as well. He still had a slight hard-on, and he looked impressive as he bent down to comfort his son. He was whispering to Jacob for a few seconds, then came over to my side of the bed and bent down.
“Jacob can’t sleep, do you mind if he sleeps with us” asked Carter.
“No” I said. “Should I put some clothes on?”
“Don’t worry about it” Carter said. “We are always naked around our house. We are sort of nudists.”
I was hit with another shock wave. A second later, Carter walked over to Jacob and walked him over to the bed. I was a little surprised when Jacob jumped in the bed first, between me and Carter. I was slightly embarrassed when I realized that I had a raging hard-on again. We were laying for a little while when Jacob kind of rolled into me and put his head on my chest and his arm across my stomach. I realized from the breathing sounds that I was the only one still awake, laying in an awkward position.
We woke up the next day and decided to swim some more. Carter asked me if we could swim naked, and I said no problem. We were in the pool for a while, and Carter and I got out and sat in some lounge chairs. We had a discussion, and I found myself paying more attention to Jacob swimming around naked and beautiful in the pool, with his wet skin glistening in the sun. I realized that he had an all over tan, and I realized that Carter did too. They really were nudists. I found my hand roaming over to Carter’s dick and a minute later his fist was around mine. We sat there stroking each other’s cock, feet away from Carter’s 12 year old son. I asked if we should stop, and Carter told me not to worry. If Jacob came over, he would handle it. We stroked each other to a great orgasm, and we wiped our loads off of our chests. At that moment, Carter asked me if I would accompany him and Jacob on a two week camping trip in two days.

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Jeanette chapter 3

I had been sucking my best friend’s dad’s dick for over two weeks. Almost everyday he’d signal me that he needed me. Most days I’d say goodbye to Tommy then sneak into his parent’s room to suck his dad off.

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The book of may ch1&2

This is the story of May and how she was kidnapped and turned into a whore. She quickly realized that this is the life she’s always wanted.

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Family Circus – Ch. 5

On Friday, school finished, we drove down to Dr. Vernon’s office after school. After checking in we waited in the reception area until the nurse called my name and we followed her back to an exam room. Mom handed her the paper with the entries on it which the nurse scanned over with some interest. She then turned to Mom and told her, “If you could wait out in the waiting room, I’d appreciate it. We shouldn’t be too long in here.”
Mom just said “Okay” and left the room.
The nurse told me, “Dr. Vernon has been called to the hospital for an emergency. She said that if it’s okay with you, I’m to collect the specimen. If not, you can make another appointment. What would you like to do?”
“I guess it’s fine if you do it, save me an extra trip over here,” I told her.
“One more question. We have a nursing student with us this week. Would it be okay with you if I let her learn by watching? It’s entirely up to you. If you’d be embarrassed or would rather not, that would be okay,” she asked.
I thought for a moment before answering, “After this past week, I think I’m beyond embarrassing. It’s okay with me.”
“Okay, that’s great,” she told me. “Please disrobe completely and put this gown on. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I took off my clothes, hanging them over the chair in the exam room then donned the silly robe before getting up on the exam table and lying back to relax. In a few minutes the nurse returned with a younger woman in tow. She introduced me to the student then began to explain what was going on. “Mr. Davis here came in a week ago after his genitals enlarged or swelled a great deal overnight. Doctor performed an exam including testicular, prostate, and a semen specimen for both volume and sperm count. Everything was negative for abnormalities except for his semen volume being on the very high end of the normal range. She advised Mr. Davis to masturbate at least daily, track his semen output for a week, then return here for another collection for lab analysis. Now, if you scan through the record he brought in, you’ll notice that even with multiple emissions each day, the volume of each emission remained very high.”
“Mr. Davis, I’m not sure what position Dr. Vernon used last week when collecting your output. Were you lying on your back?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Okay, well I’m going to use a different position, one I prefer when there are larger volumes involved. It makes it easier for me to collect the specimen safely. Okay?” she asked.
Wondering what she had in mind, I answered, “Sure. I assume you know what you’re doing.”
“Okay, yes I do. Now, let’s sit up, remove the gown and get it out of the way,” she directed. I sat up and when I did, my penis flopped down between my thighs from where it had been lying on my abdomen. At the same time, the nurse pulled my gown off, exposing me fully to the nursing student. I heard a just audible gasp from her when she saw me naked. “Now Mr. Davis, if you could roll over onto your knees. Yes that’s right. Now just bend over and rest your weight on your elbows and forearms. Yes, that’s it.” I was now on my knees and elbows on the exam table, ass up in the air, penis and testicles hanging down toward the table. To the student the nurse continued, “Now Christine, it’s time for the exam gloves, K-Y, and a specimen cup before we begin.”
I heard them behind me, donning gloves before they returned to my side. With the nurse by my left hip and the student looking over her shoulder, the nurse continued. “As you can see, this position exposes his penis entirely, free of obstruction and makes it easy to place the specimen properly in the cup which we can, for the time being, place here on the table for use when we need it. Now take note of how far his testicles hang down. You want to make sure you don’t bump into them with your hand or you’ll make it difficult for him to maintain an erection, making the whole procedure take longer.”
“Mr. Davis, you’re comfortable?” she asked me.
I had my head resting on the exam table and I mumbled, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
To the student, “Okay, if you could apply a fair amount of K-Y to my left palm, please. Yes, that’s good. We’ll begin with a slow stroking of his penis with my left hand.” I felt the cool K-Y as she grasped my penis near the glans and began to pull gently down on it, releasing her grip as she moved her hand back up each time. Continuing her stroke on my penis, she continued to the student, “Until he’s more fully erect, we’ll use a downward stroke only. Now, apply some K-Y to his anus and I’ll show you a technique that generally will speed things up a bit.” I felt the cool K-Y on my butt followed by her finger penetrating my rectum. “Is that uncomfortable, Mr. Davis?” she asked me as she worked her finger into my anus.
“I feel some pressure, but it’s not bad,” I told her.
“Good that’s normal,” she replied to me before continuing with the student. “Usually a bit of a prostate massage will improve the erection and shorten the time to orgasm.” She was correct. What she was doing felt like it was arousing and I felt my erection get firmer. When she felt me stiffen more in her hand, she began to stroke with longer strokes up and down while her finger was applying changing pressure in my anus. “I don’t know if you can tell, but he seems to have acieved full, or very nearly full erection and I’m stroking both up and down and longer now. It shouldn’t take very long now. Would you like to try it before he releases? It’s the best way to learn.”
I heard the student agree and the nurse told her, “Here, come over here. Load up with the K-Y and you can take over for me.” I felt hands change on me and a finger slide out of my anus to be replaced by another. The student’s strokes were tentative until the nurse corrected her. “More authority, Christine. You’re in charge.” The student’s strokes became more solid as her finger in my anus was alternately applying pressure and relaxing, driving me quickly to orgasm. “Mr. Davis, please let us know when you’re nearing release so we can position the specimen cup.” I nodded my head.
Within a couple of minutes, I blurted out, “I’m almost there.”
“Here, I’ll place the cup here, you remain steady with your stroking, and direct his semen into the cup,” the nurse told the student. I rushed over the top, spurting repeatedly before the orgasm subsided. “There, you did a good job, Christine,” the nurse congratulated the student. “You did, too, Mr. Davis,” she told me, “You can get dressed and I’ll be back in with your mother in a few minutes.”
I climbed down off the exam table feeling a little wrung out. Pulling on my boxers I arranged myself then pulled on my cargo pants, socks, and T-shirt. As I was tying my shoes the nurse returned with Mom. “As I told your mother, Mr. Davis, unless the doctor gets in touch with you after she reviews the information you brought in, there will be no need to continue the regimen she ordered last week,” the nurse told me. With a “have a nice day” she left the room.
On the way home Mom told me, “I’m almost disappointed that we’re done collecting the specimen. I was enjoying the time with you. I feel like I’m losing something here.”
I asked, “Well, what would you like to do about it. I liked it, too. I liked your touch. I liked being naked with you. Actually, do you think it would be okay if I spent more time around the house naked? It’s just more comfortable for me, especially now that I have to stuff all this in my pants.”
“I have no problem with it if Vickie doesn’t and I assume she won’t based on how close you two have apparently become,” Mom replied. “I’m not so sure how I feel about that either.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I told her, “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I’m not so sure, Bobby,” was all Mom said. Then she was quiet the rest of the way home.
Back home, I headed to my room and undressed, wanting to test Mom’s reaction to me being naked more. Lying on my bed I was thinking about our trip to our grandma’s house – Mom’s mother. Vickie and I spent a couple of weeks there each summer for as long as I could remember. Mom would be taking us over on Saturday morning. She’d return home on Sunday since she had to work the next week. While I was lying there Vickie walked in. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just thinking about the trip,” I told her.
“No, I mean why are you nude?” she pressed.
“Oh, I asked Mom if it was okay if I went naked more around the house. She said it was fine with her as long as it was okay with you. Well, okay with you?” I asked.
“Of course it is. Wonder how she’ll react to my doing the same thing. We’ll check it out,” she told me as she headed out of my room. In a few minutes, she returned naked. “Let’s go watch TV,” she said. We headed down the hall to the den where we plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. We were still sitting there naked when Mom walked in.
“What, you, too, Vickie?” she asked.
“Sure, why not? I enjoy the freedom. Try it, Mom. You’ll like it, too,” she replied.
“we’ll see,” Mom answered without much commitment in her voice as she left the den. Vickie and I looked at each other and laughed.
We sat watching TV until Mom called us for dinner. Heading into the kitchen we found Mom standing in the kitchen wearing just an apron. It was a bib apron and her tits splooged out each side of the bib. Time to sit down to the table, she removed the apron, hung it on the oven handle, and joined us naked at the table. “Is this what you want, me naked with you all the time?” she asked us.
“Sure, why not?” Vickie asked. “Doesn’t it feel nice. You have to admit it feels nicer than wearing clothes.”
“Yeah, maybe. I just need to get used to it, I guess,” Mom replied. “we’ll leave about seven o’clock in the morning to drive to Mother’s house. I want to get there early so I can return home tomorrow night rather than Sunday.”
“Okay, Mom,” I told her. “I’ll be ready.”
“Me, too,” Vickie chimed in.
After dinner Vickie and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, all three of us laughing and joking about our nakedness together. It could become very natural, very quickly. Finished in the kitchen, Vickie and I returned to the den and the television. Sitting next to one another on the couch, I put my arm around Vickie’s shoulders. In return, she put her hand on my thigh. I felt my penis stir, lying on the couch between my thighs.
Soon Mom came in, still naked, and joined us. She sat down on my other side and patted my thigh. “There, how’s that? I’m getting used to it already,” she told us. With them so close on either side of me, my penis began to stir, first straightening itself then rising slightly off the seat cushion. Mom noticed it and commented, “It’s waking up?” as she moved her hand from my thigh and lightly wrapped her fingers around my hardening penis. “Does it need some release, Bobby?” She began to stroke gently, elicited more rise from it. “I think it does, don’t you, Vickie?” Vickie just giggled and agreed, suggesting that I stand up. Mom agreed with that suggestion and urged me to stand up in front of them.
Out voted on the matter, I stood up, facing them. Mom told Vickie, “Go get a paper cup from the kitchen.” Vickie got up and left returning in a few moments with a Dixie cup. Mom began to stroke my penis in earnest, using both hands as Vickie began to cup my testicles in her hand and lightly massage them with her fingertips.
Vickie told Mom, “I just love the way his balls hang and roll around in my hand.
“Yeah, I like that, too. But I just can’t keep my hands off this penis of his. I’m fascinated by it,” Mom replied. “I’ve never seen or touched anything like it before in my life.” I was pretty much ignoring their chatter as Mom stroked and Vickie fondled and I was becoming more and more aroused. Soon my legs were flexing involuntarily and I knew I was getting close. Mom stopped stroking with her left hand, continuing with just her right as she picked up the paper cup Vickie had set on the couch. I began to moan under my breath just before I peaked with an more audible groan. Mom raised the cup, aiming my penis into it just as I let go, penis pulsing in her hand, ropes of semen hitting the cup, Mom stroking more slowly the slowing to a stop along with the last few dribbles of cum. “There now, Bobby. Isn’t that better?” Mom asked.
“Oh yeah,” was about all I could manage to say as I sat back down on the couch. Mom set the paper cup on the end table and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to bed now so I’m ready for the drive tomorrow morning,” Mom said. “You two should probably do the same.”
“Yeah Mom,” we both echoed to her as she headed out of the den. Vickie and I sat there watching television for a few minutes before she quietly went down the hall and returned telling me, “Her vibrator is going. We won’t be seeing any more of her tonight.” With that she shoved me over on the couch and slid up my length until she was able lay a lip lock on me and probe for my tonsils with her tongue. As my penis engorged, it climbed from between my thighs to up between Vickie’s as she lay on top of me.
I broke off the kiss telling her, “Roll off me. Let me on top.” She rolled off me and I got up so she could lie down on the couch. I slipped on top of her and continued the deep kissing, my fully erect penis between our abdomens. “I want to kiss you all over,” I told her as I began to slide down her body leaving a trail of wet kisses as I went. Finding her breast, I kissed and licked all around the nipple before gently sucking as much as could of into my mouth. Switching breasts, I did the same on the other side before continuing my trip down her body. Tongue tracing a track down from her chest to navel, I probed her naval gently before continuing down to her neatly trimmed bush. I licked and kissed all around it before scooting down and working my shoulders under her thighs, reaching around them to take a tit in each hand as I began to lick around her pussy lips, tracing their shape repeatedly, each time pushing in slightly more until I was probing as deeply as I could the length of her lips from front to back. She was beginning to squirm under my touch and murmur softly.
She said “Oh damn” several times before stiffening up and squeezing my head between her thighs in a tight clinch. As she settled, I popped up and crawled back up to kiss her, our tongues probing each other’s mouth. I was between her thighs and Vickie reached down attempting to guide my penis into her pussy. I slipped back down a bit to help that effort then, as I felt it penetrate into the wet hotness of her passion, I gently advanced to slide in slowly without hurting her when I hit bottom. Gently I began to thrust, slowly letting it build. My immediate need to cum tempered by Mom jacking me off into the Dixie cup allowed me to prolong it, stroking slowly, bending down to suck on her breasts, kiss her cheeks, kiss her lips. We made love slowly and gently for a long time before I felt myself getting close to release and began to fuck faster, faster strokes until I felt my penis take over and begin to pulse semen into my sister. Stopping as deep as I could in her I felt her squeezing and releasing on my penis as its pulses faded and I collapsed on her. We kissed long and deep before rolling over onto our side, my penis still all the way in her as it began to soften. Lying there we continued to kiss until we fell asleep.

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Home alone with Alyssa part 4.

In part 4, our sex addicted teenage step siblings, Brad Wilson and his lover slash stepsister Alyssa Dean continue their erotic sexual adventures. This half of our story is filled with one on one sex. But the final scene may, or may not surprise you. Alyssa has a sexual encounter with someone closely related to Brad.

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A fun new world (Tyrrin pt. 2)

Author’s opening comment: This is part 2 of a continuing story. Part 1 can be found at http://stories.xnxx.com/story/39170/Summoning_Lord_Tyrrin, but if you don’t feel like reading it, the summary is that a woman summoned the Lord of all demons, and forced him to grant her great powers. Immortality, eternal youth, and indestructibility started it, and eventually she made him give her power to control humans. That last power was given through a rather extreme fucking. Afterwards, Tyrrin gifted her (from his own free will) a nobility in the demonic worlds for reasons unknown.
So there I was. After having been thoroughly fucked by the lord of all demons, granted nearly unlimited powers, and even granted a nobility in the demon kingdoms, I was lying in a pool of demon cum, feeling it slosh around my innards. Anything similar to those experiences ought to have killed me, if my first wish weren’t for immortality. I passed in and out of consciousness for three full days, as the demonic cum dried around me.
When I finally fully awoke, I thought I was trapped. The cum over me and on me had eventually solidified into a rock-hard mass, sticking me to the ground. Eternity trapped in demon cum didn’t appeal to me, so I decided now was as good a time as any to test my new powers over humans.
I focused, flexed mental muscles I never knew I had, and caused myself to grow. The feeling is hard to describe: How would you tell someone how to move their own arm? It felt just like that, but I was making my arms and legs grow, and expand. They pressed against the solid cum and strained a moment as I reached the first test of my powers’ strength. Eventually, my powers won out and the cum shattered, freeing me. I stood up, stumbling over my large limbs, and managed to stagger up the cold stone staircase. At the top, I opened the door, sliding aside a wall panel in my bedroom.
All I could think about now was my bed, and I collapsed into it, letting a natural sleep heal the last ills from my sex-induced coma. Apparently I was not immune to all forms of exhaustion. When I awoke, finally feeling well, I sat up and saw myself in the mirror. I screamed. My arms were grotesque aberrations of nature, with bulges in all the wrong places for male or female bodies. The skin was stretched tight and blood vessels were clearly visible under the nearly translucent flesh. I was horrified as I slid out of bed and stood nude in front of the mirror. My legs were as hideous as my arms. The cold, emotionless part of my mind registered that clearly being powerful required some finesse.
I overcame the fear slowly, gradually. I flexed my mind, and forced my body smaller. Three hours I stood in front of that mirror. Three hours of body alteration. It wasn’t until I’d been working for an hour and a half that I could even make myself look human. All iterations before that point were too disgusting to describe, almost as bad as my first blind test. For the next hour after that, I set to perfecting my female body. I looked at myself with small, perky breasts, huge ponderous ones, and settled on a very firm and sensitive upper C cup. My abs didn’t take long, just a quick flattening and tightening. My ass was a bigger problem. I eventually decided on one that matched my breasts: Middling size, but firm and sensitive. Before Tyrrin first changed me, my face was a little long and morose. My new face was… too perfect. Like you’d see on a billboard or magazine. Beautiful, but unreal. That simply wouldn’t do, but I couldn’t decide between a sensual “fuck-me” face or a serious, powerful one. Eventually, I came to the realization that I could use both! I first built a serious face for myself, strong and a little severe. Then, I memorized every aspect of that face and started on a “fuck-me” face. Full, red lips. Perfect, soft skin. Eyelashes that could capture a man’s heart in a flutter. And a thin, fluted throat that every man would imagine making bulge with his cock. I practiced changing between my faces by standing with my back to the mirror, changing, then looking back. I eventually got the skill of changing appearance without visual feedback down, and I was about two and a half hours into my three-hour session.
The last half-hour was filled with some more adventure. I soon realized that I wasn’t bound to old female concepts, or even human ones. Or even Earth-based ones. What I could do to my own body and others’ was limited only by my imagination. I saw myself with a cock instead of a clit. I made it large, and stroked it a little. I turned it into two cocks, and stroked one in each hand. I put cocks on my tits, made my fingers cocks, and even my tongue for a little while. It was fun and new, but I lost interest quickly as the novelty wore off. So then I turned my head into a lionesses. That made me laugh… or roar, rather. I knew about bestiality, so I gave myself a horse cock, for laughs. And an elephant’s snout, a cheetah’s tail, and a dog’s hind legs. I was having fun, but eventually stopped, for that moment at least. Finally I tried some otherworldly forms, to test my own imagination’s reach. I was a succubus for a moment, a tentacle monster, a Martian grey, and some forms that I imagined out of fiction.
To say my new powers were wonderful would be an understatement. And I knew that I’d never even tried controlling people’s hearts and minds yet. But I could. There would be a brief learning period, of course. I’d have to be careful, at least at the beginning. And then my phone rang.
It was my job, calling to ask where I’d been. It was Monday afternoon and I never showed up. I found it hard not to laugh as I informed my boss I felt so ill this morning, but I was so very sorry and I’d run in immediately to apologize in person.
I got in my car and finally broke out into the laughter I’d been holding in. My boss was a lecherous old man who I knew wanted to fuck me and I knew fucked half the secretarial pool. I needed someone to test some powers on, and there wasn’t a more deserving asshole in this world as far as I knew. And over the phone I used my best seductive voice, and I put on my “fuck-me” face. I bet the old man was already hard just from our phone conversation.
I got to the office I worked in and let myself in. I worked at a tech support firm, but I was in HR. Most of my job was adjudicating petty disputes among the staff. Everyone else was gone, but I knew my boss would still be there, waiting for my… personal… apology. I knocked on his door, and he called for me. I entered the room, and he was sitting there. I could see his erection already… no. I couldn’t see it. I could feel it. I could feel him, his body, his heart, and his mind. He was the first person I’d been in close contact with since I woke, and the new overload of sensations made me reel. I stumbled and fell against the doorframe and he rushed over to me, the image of a worrying friend. I decided to play his game for a little while. I had a wonderful new body and wanted to use it before I played with my true powers. So old-fashioned seduction was the first order of business.
I looked up at him, sweetness and innocence dancing in my eyes as I rested on my knees in front of him. I “rested” my hands on his hips, my fingers resting close to his penis. I told him I was so very sorry for missing work, and if there was anything I could do to make up for it. On the word “anything” my hand “slipped” and rested right on his crotch, smack dab on his stiff dick. I don’t remember what he replied, because his words were hard to make out over his mind shouting so loud. I remember his mind screaming about fucking her (me), cumming in her pussy, mouth, and ass. I could tell he’d never had anal sex, but wanted it. His mind was extremely self-centered. There was no thought to making me cum, only cumming himself. I briefly wondered if this was true of all men, but I was interrupted by the feeling of his hand moving up my side. It had been resting there when he held me after I fell, but now it was on my breast through my blouse, rubbing and teasing it slightly. I smiled up at him, and licked my lips sensually. He bucked forward slightly, incredibly aroused. His mind told me he’d not been this horny since he was a young man, and just the slightest kiss-motion had him pulling out his dick and holding it in front of me. I wasn’t a size queen before, but after Tyrrin’s gargantuan cock this under-average man wouldn’t do. I decided on a little showmanship. I sucked his cock into my mouth and pulled it out… and pulled it out… and pulled it out, growing his cock larger and larger. By the time his head passed my lips the second time, he was two feet long and as thick as my arm. I was impressed with myself but he snapped. He threw himself backward, falling on his desk, sputtering that I was a witch. The physical changes I made to myself also started to permeate his sex-ridden consciousness, revealing to him that I looked completely different than I had on Friday. He started to scream and I had enough. I… this part is hard to put into words. I guess I beat him up with my emotions? What matters is the net result. I threw away all his old emotional patterns and replaced them all with an idolizing love of me. The parts of his brain unaffected by emotions still argued, but my control over his soul was so great he threw himself again, this time to beg forgiveness from me, and to ask what a man as pitiful as him could ever do for me. This emotional control was fun! I asked him to unclothe us, and he did. I laid down on his desk and asked him to give me an orgasm without his penis, and he did. Specifically, he picked up quickly on my newly sensitive tits, and played with them mostly. When one hand finally went down and touched at my clit, I came immediately. I told him he could now use his penis, and his joy was almost painful to feel. He pushed inch after inch into my pussy, and I came. Constantly. I had made myself tight and sensitive to anything, so each orgasm built on the last one. I could sense him starting to reach his own orgasm, which was far too soon for my tastes. So I turned off his body’s ability to orgasm. It worked wonderfully as he reached the edge of a wonderful orgasm and stayed there, furiously pounding away at my pussy, trying desperately to cum inside me.
I let this go for a few minutes, until I actually saw a tear running down his face. I didn’t know sexual frustration could be that powerful in men. I put my feet on his chest and pushed him back. Hilariously, he still bucked at the air even when separated from me. I turned over onto my stomach and even came again from the feeling of the rough wood on my tits. I noted that they might be a little too sensitive and considered changing them later. He grabbed my hips and started to push back into me, but I stopped him. I could feel him starting to cry again, but then I told him he had to fuck my butt this time.
When he was in my pussy, he was a wonderful, if desperate, lover. Apparently his wife and half the secretarial pool had taught him a thing or two. When he pushed into my ass, he became as skilled as an excitable teenage boy passing third base for the first time. He tried, bless his emotionally-enslaved soul, I’ll give him that. And he made me cum, but there was a little something missing. I couldn’t get into it. I was cumming all right, but I wasn’t “in the moment” enough for me. So I started to play with him a little more. I removed the block on his cum… but I also removed the emotional release that exists in a male orgasm. He grabbed my hips, forced his shaft into my ass, and painted my innards white. And then, to his own surprise, he didn’t want to stop. He grabbed me again and started fucking anew, roaring as a new orgasm reached him in moments. I let him cum three times, then only intervened to refill his balls and increase them to a very virile level. It must have been a dozen times he cummed in my ass with me keeping his balls full. And yet, he didn’t stop. It got to the point when he was begging me to let him finish, let him stop. So I got off the desk and knelt in front of him. I opened my mouth, leaned inward… and touched his cock with my tongue. At that moment, my new powers were also at work. I was learning to multitask, and I got good results. I upped his semen again, induced an orgasm, and removed the block on release all in a single moment. The result was him roaring in pleasure as the biggest load he’d ever shot poured down my throat, before he collapsed onto the ground. I was briefly concerned before I read his mind and found he’d be perfectly all right. He’d have a hell of a sexual hangover, though. I was done with him, for now. My new powers gave me pleasure with no need to stop, and I was glorying in them. I wanted something new. I whispered into my bosses ear some instructions to make excuses to his wife, then show up at my door so I could deal with him later. Then I went looking for a little fresh meat.
I got back into my car and drove to the local mall. I needed to be around people… meeting the first one almost incapacitated me, and I needed to get used to the new feelings and senses I had. It was hard, I admit, to maintain posture as I walked through the mall that first time. There were people everywhere, and I could feel them all. I managed to get to the food court and sit down. I sat there for over an hour, just adjusting to crowds. It took a little work, but I eventually managed to let my consciousness breathe in the people, like sounds you’re aware of but don’t pay attention to. I continued this until the crowds started to thin and I eventually felt a hand on my back. It was a security guard telling me that the mall was closing and I had to leave. However, I had a third power I wanted to try out. Rather than say anything, I just removed myself from the guard’s consciousness. As far as he could perceive, I didn’t exist. He was briefly confused then wandered off, wondering why he tried to get a chair to leave. I fell asleep in that chair, actually.
I was awoken by the feeling of the cleaning staff entering. I removed myself from all their minds as well, this time trying a temporary block. I wasn’t sure how it’d work out, but I was at least trying to make it so they’d become aware of me if we met say on the sidewalk later. It seemed to work, and nobody bothered me as the mall opened and crowds came back in. I started to get horny, and even envisioned myself stroking my own cock right there in public. I didn’t even have a cock! But, I realized, I could give myself one. And I didn’t need to stroke it myself.
I wasn’t a lesbian. I’d never had sex with a woman, or even kissed one. But all the women in the mall started to turn me on. I wanted to fuck them, but I wanted to fuck them with a cock. Eventually, a ripple called my attention away from my horniness. Every man in a certain region’s attention was focused on one place, and that region was moving towards me. I saw what they were noticing, then found the minds to match. Twin women, maybe nineteen years old. With hands on each others’ hips, perfect blonde hair, tiny little skirts, and tits nearly spilling out of their low-cut tops. I could see why all the men wanted them. I wanted them. And I was going to have them.
I was still playing with my mind control, so I played a little first. I made the older one (a momentary difference in age, but plenty visible in their minds) slide her hand onto her younger sister’s ass. When she realized what she did, she was horrified and plenty contrite. It was glorious. Then, I manipulated their path to come right past my table, and they didn’t even realize they were changing course. As they grew near, I made the older one trip her sister. They stumbled and fell in a heap together, with the older sister’s hands going some very unsisterly places as she “untangled herself.” When they got up finally I made them sit at my table. Still, they believed it was their own volition, not my control. I could apparently be quite subtle. They first apologized for taking an occupied table, but I told them it was okay. Now was my moment to strike. I fluttered into every mind nearby and removed all three of us from nearby attention. (A few wives noticed their husbands suddenly paying more attention, but that’s inconsequential.) I had the twins face each other, kiss, and start undoing each other’s tight tops. Their eyes were horrified as they realized how they’d lost control. When I made them break the kiss they babbled incoherent apologies to me and one another. I stood up, and they saw a *little* surprise I had. Two huge cocks, one above the other, protruding from a ripped hole in my business slacks.
They reacted very naturally to their mental captivity and the sight of giant cocks on what seems to be a woman. They screamed their heads off in terror. Not that anyone noticed, and I turned off their vocal chords. Just turned them off, easy as you please. I stepped into the aisle between tables, and the girls got on their knees. The younger took the lower cock and her older sister sat behind her and leaned over her to get at the upper one. The moment those hands wrapped around my cocks, I knew why men loved sex so much. It was a wonderful feeling, but it couldn’t match the feel of their mouths wrapping around the heads of my cocks and sucking. I made them do the best they could, but nothing matches the terror in a woman’s eyes as her body fucks against her will. I changed their throats to open and let them deepthroat me fully. While I was at it, I removed their need to breathe.
As wonderful as this blowjob was, I wanted to try out pussy and ass. I turned off the younger sister’s ability to move, but left her ability to be moved. She could now be posed only by other people. I pushed them off me, the younger sister falling onto her back, legs and arms sticking up into the air. I told her older sister to tie her to a table and gag her. Under my control, she scrambled to obey. She pushed her sister onto the cold circular iron table, and pushed her legs to the table’s legs. There were no ropes available, so the older sister improvised with clothing items from her and her twin. Each long, pale leg had a leather belt looped around it several times and clasped tightly. The older sister’s thong became the younger sister’s gag, shoved into her mouth with a light slap. The first arm was tied down with the two sisters’ shirts and the other arm… she couldn’t find anything. She searched, desperately trying to find something without going too far away from me. When I slid my (ruined) slacks off and offered them, the look in her eyes was just one step short of worshipful. I removed all of my various holds on the younger sister at this point. She could move again, she could talk, she could scream, and she was terrified. She spat out the thong-gag and begged me to stop, begged her sister to listen, and pathetically mewed for help. I made her sister shove the gag back in and slap her, hard. Tears ran down her face as I informed her she was not to talk unless I allowed it.
I made her sister pull a second table over to us, and made her lie down on it. She laid on her stomach, the cold iron pressing against her soft tits and smooth stomach, and she positioned her arms and legs in the same way her sister’s had been, her face staring straight at her sister. This time, I did the tying with a few zip-ties I typically carried in my pockets that I conveniently neglected to inform the older sister of. I removed my powers over the older sister now, too. I grabbed the thong-gag from the younger sister’s mouth and shoved it into the older sister’s. She had been conscious when I controlled her, and she was smart enough to know she wasn’t allowed to talk. I stood in between the sisters and let my two cocks dangle menacingly in front of them. I stroked my two cocks as I talked to them. I told them each cock was eighteen inches long, but I wanted to try something a little bigger. Before their eyes, the cocks grew both longer and thicker. I stopped around two and a half feet, twin goliaths at my crotch. I shook my hips and let the massive meats slap the girls a little. Both were clearly terrified, and that turned me on more than you can imagine. The older sister was gagged, so I turned to the younger sister, letting my cocks rest on her back for effect. I told her these two cocks were going into one of them, and it would be her. I told her how I was going to force them into her, splitting her wide, but also making her cum like she’d never cum before. Unless, of course, she begged me not to. Moreover, she had to beg me to fuck her sister like that.
I knew it would work, but I underestimated some of the things that little harlot would say. She begged me to fuck her sister, to shove my cocks in her pussy and ass, to put both in one hole then both in the other, she begged me to cum in her sister’s pussy and then let her drink the cum but just so long as I wouldn’t put those two things inside her! After a show like that, I just had to oblige, but first I moved the gag once again, from the older sister back into the younger’s mouth. I informed her that these two giant cocks would be shoving into her quite soon, and that she had a responsibility, too. She had to keep a running description of what it felt like for her sister to listen to, but not experience. She’d begged to not experience it.
I stood behind the wonderfully sized ass of my new little sex toy. I decided to show mercy and took a moment to change her body’s innards. I made her pussy and ass more elastic so I wouldn’t do any permanent damage. I could tell it would still hurt horribly, though. I also didn’t care. I aligned my cockheads, one to her pussy and one to her asshole, slapped her ass, and ordered her to begin. I did not use my power to make her talk. I just told her to. She started to describe how my cockheads were at her entrances but weren’t in yet and she could tell I was so big and how she was scared… it went on for quite some time before I tired of hearing her babble about my size. I pushed hard and my cocks went in, nearly halfway on the first stroke. She screamed, and her sister looked away. I used my powers to force them to look each other in the eyes, then slapped the older sister’s ass hard and ordered her to talk. I could tell from her voice and mind that she was crying and in incredible pain but she complied. She described with detail how my cocks felt and how much pain she was in, while her sister looked on. I started fucking into her, and it felt amazing. Like my penises were my whole body, and her body was keeping my whole body by way of my penises warm and safe. It felt oddly unnatural, and even now I prefer being fucked to fucking. I kept working my way into her, deeper and faster, and she kept up her commentary well.
After I finally hilted my two giant cocks into her, I stopped to admire her body bulging from my cocks. Unlike my experience with Tyrrin, she showed signs of the cockmeat inside her. And I loved the sight. I pulled out, slowly, and watched her body shrink. I thrust in again, and she expanded. I fucked that tight little pussy and ass for what felt like forever, her commentary making it feel even more amazing. And, amazingly enough, her commentary started to shift. She stopped complaining of pain and started describing how it felt good. She even started to cum from being fucked by such ludicrous cocks. When she came the first time her commentary faltered and I didn’t hesitate to spank her again, this time so hard her ass bruised. From then on, she spoke through every orgasm and described how she was cumming from my fucking. Her sister looked crushed by this. On the one hand she felt a coward for giving up her sister to me, but on the other she now felt she was being left out by not getting all these orgasms. I was pounding away now, and feeling great, but I realized I made a mistake with my cocks. I forgot to tie them to an orgasm, and to semen. Without stopping my fucking, I made myself a new internal organ that produced semen. I didn’t give myself sperm, not yet at least. I rebuilt my own pleasure centers to let myself orgasm from penis stimulation, and almost immediately felt one coming on. I didn’t feel like stopping, so I let myself unload my first-ever load of semen into this sexy little teenager. When the waves of pleasure stopped, I pulled out and spun the table around so the younger sister could see. When nothing came out of the older sister’s gaping pussy and ass holes, I tilted her table back and the semen came pouring out of her. What must have been at least a few ounces of cum poured onto the ground and splattered around. To her credit, the older sister never stopped talking throughout my orgasm and the pouring of cum. It was a good job for my first try, but I knew I could do better.
I knelt down in front of the older sister and held her jaw in my hand, speaking to her softly. She told me how much she loved being fucked by me, how wonderful I was. She was lying, of course, hoping that flattery would save her from whatever messed up things I had in mind. She had cum dozens of times from my fucking, but now that her mind was in control she was becoming terrified again, as the reality of the situation became more apparent to her. She was just fucking a strange woman with two impossibly large penises in a mall, with nobody around reacting to it. Her sister was in complete denial, believing it was the weirdest wet dream she’d ever had. I finally got around to asking after the names of these cute little sex toys. The older one who I’d been dicking all this time was named Anastasya, and the younger was Veronica. I turned Anastasya’s table around again, so that Veronica could watch her from the side. I stood up and positioned myself behind Anastasya, gently rubbing my cocks at her holes. I pushed in slowly this time, soothing Anastasya’s pain, filling her in one long slow stroke. I held her hips and fucked her slowly, as gently as possible with two cocks of that size. Before long she was cumming again, and each orgasm filled her, crashed like a gentle wave, and emptied out as just as the next began. I wanted to cum myself, but held off for now.
I had made love to Anastasya for almost an hour when I could feel her starting to break. Not break physically, but mentally, starting to become my slave without my powers forcing her to. As I felt this start, I finally let myself cum, shooting a strong load into her pussy and ass. This time, I kept filling up my semen-sac and let the cum kept shooting out and out, into her stomach, her womb, whatever was available to hold it. Her stomach started to bulge against the table she was tied to, and her body lifted upwards, sliding the ties up the table’s legs. When this was happening, I felt her mind break the rest of the way. She was mine, now and forever.
I stopped my own orgasm shortly after she passed the appearance of being nine months pregnant with triplets. As I pulled out of her, I sealed her holes so none of my cum came pouring out of her. Since she was now mine, I started to bless her body. No longer did she need to sleep, or eat, or use the restroom, things like that. I made her as indestructible as myself, until I considered her a suitable servant. I cut the ties and let her stand up, her stomach bulging and sloshing wildly. I asked her to untie her sister, and make sure that she came along peaceably. It turns out that required no small amount of physical force, but it was amusing to watch what appeared to be an extremely pregnant woman manhandling a fit and slim one.
Our mall was central to about a dozen towns and was even a major attraction from the nearby cities. It had stores for everything, and an entire wing was devoted to sex and sex-related things. In the darkest corner of this wing there was a BDSM shop. We walked in, still essentially invisible to everyone, and forced Veronica into a ball gag and some handcuffs, topping it off with some really painful nipple clamps tied to a chain that Anastasya pulled viciously. We also grabbed some ropes and a whip, just in case I felt the need for them later. Leaving the shop set off the detector alarm, not that we cared or were caught. We went back to my car and I took control of Veronica’s mind, making her drive us home as Anastasya and I got into the backseat. Anastasya started to show me everything she knew about blowjobs as Veronica drove to my home.
When we got to my apartment building, I was not surprised to see my boss, Carl, waiting. Judging by how he had soiled himself several times and was shaking from hunger, he’d been waiting outside my door since late yesterday evening. I let him see me and he dropped to his knees, begging to please me in any way he could. Anastasya felt contemptuous of the poor little man, and I let her force Carl to the ground as I pulled Veronica into my apartment. I had a little whore to break and two willing slaves ready to help me.
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Author’s post-script
I had fun writing this. The reaction to my first story was great. It did end up being longer than my initial plan… I was just writing and it kinda kept writing itself. I’m not apologizing. 😛
I have a bunch of ideas for where I’m going to take this story, but rest assured: Wherever I go, there will be sex.

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Fantasm

He told Me not to tell

Byron heard angry footfalls coming down the hallway. Krista was lying on the bed naked from the waist down. Byron opened the window and quietly crept out of the window without making a sound, he put two fingers to his lips making a be quiet sign that only Krista understood “meaning don’t tell”. As Byron crept way, Joann was in the door way what’s going on in hear she said. Krista shrank back under the covers scared out of her mind. “He told me not to tell” mommy, “he told me not to tell”. Who told you not to tell Krista, please tell me? Half crying she said, “he told me not to tell; he’s said he would hurt me if I told. Joann said “it was all right you don’t have to tell me right now” and she went over to the bed and set down next to her daughter. It’s all right Krista it’s over now; he won’t ever do that again. However, it was not over by far; Byron could not control his impulses this is something that had been with him sense high school and he could not stop it. It was like some bad dream “Oh my god that was close” Byron thought to himself “that was fucking to close”. He was heading toward the local bar in Norfolk. To drink Him self-away from what had just happened Plagued by his blatant lust for children.
Byron stayed in the bar for several hours drinking vodka neat witch was his favorite drink when he did drink witch was quite frequently, he stayed for several hours getting drunk off his ass, he thought to himself “ now the trick would be trying to walk home with out falling on my ass”. It was around 9:30 at night the bar tender called him a cab and paid for it both ways. Therefore, he did not have to worry about walking home from the bar. That night around 11 Byron woke up screaming from a nightmare, it was horrible there was a dark cloaked figure with no face and very bone like hands. It was like the grim reaper coming for me during the night. Haunting me with his evil menacing presence was to strong and Byron could not resist. Byron looked around the room reassuring him self that it was just a dream. Glancing at the clock it was around 11:30 and he finally settled down and went back to sleep. Byron woke up at around 7 am showered and shaved and went to work. “Work now that’s an irony” that Byron cared not to talk about. That day went pretty well I thought it was not that hard packing box’s all day. However, Byron longed for something more “young flesh”. He was day dreaming again and it was almost quitting time. “Time to go on the hunt” Byron had decided to go out for the evening. Where he didn’t know probably some local hole in the wall bar but he wasn’t interested in picking up a lay for the night. What he was interested in was picking up a single mother with an attractive little girl. This was Byron’s goal for the evening it was an achievable plan and he had done it may times before. It was in this manner that he met Joann and finally befriended her and met Krista, “this hot little girl was awesome” Byron thought, and felt him-self getting hard again and forced himself to calm down.
It wasn’t easy for him and it wasn’t easy to control the urges that his body was telling him he needed to satisfy every day. It was time for Byron to keep his urges in check again. He had fifteen minutes to go until miller time and he could go on the prowl once again. He had to find some one that wouldn’t mind some company for the night but that was not his main goal for the night. He had to find a little girl and stroke her smooth milky white thighs or her round peachy bottom. This was his ultimate goal for the evening to find a single mother and be invited back to her home for the night and possibly get a phone number and befriend a woman with his natural charms. Some time’s the urge was their to kill their mothers and keep them all to himself? However, he physiologically needed the nurturing form the Childs mother. “Due to the abuse he suffered from an early age by his father”. “The miserable fuck!” I hope the fucker dies before he’s sixty”! Byron thought to himself. I need a drink hay jerry could you get me a vodka and jerry replied, neat “yes I know you come in hear enough Byron”. “I guess I do”. Byron thought, his days have become pretty much routine. Get up, go to work, and the go out and pick up some hot single mom and go back to her place and meet her child “ if it’s female “ he thought. It was several hours before the women started coming in at around 5 o’clock he has been hear since around 3:30pm. Time to go to work figuratively of course. “Looking and looking, bingo bogy at 2 o clock. “Hay jerry could you do me a favor, could you send that hot little momma over their a drink I’m buying”. “Sure thing Byron what do you want to send her “, “Byron thought for a moment and come up with a Singapore sling”. Byron thought to himself “man she is good looking”. After she got the drink that he had bought her, he waited a few minutes and flirted with her. He got up and walked over to her and introduced himself to her he asked what her name was. She was a little apprehensive but figured what the hell she was divorced and he was relatively attractive. My name is Rachel and yours is. It’s Byron. Well Byron have a seat you pegged me pretty well Byron a Singapore sling is my favorite drink. Byron eyes went down to her hands, “no ring she’s not married but she cold be either widowed or divorced”. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her hand and she said I’m divorced with two little girls. “To girls” Byron thought jackpot, I want to get to know this woman; and use her to meet her kids” this would be perfectly all right with him two for the price of one. This would be grate but the last time he tried this at Joann’s home he had almost been caught. This scared him to no end it was like that dream that I had last night.
They exchanged phone numbers and he set their for a while talking and laughing just getting to know each other. I’ll call you sometime, was eight o’clock he had know idea that they had been talking for three hours. He ordered his last drink and he went home. Feeling good about his accomplishment for the evening he could rest well but his conscious had other plans. He fell into a deep sleep from all the alcohol that he had consumed tonight. When he was fully out the dream began again. The tall bone figure returned cloaked in black and menacing. The grim reaper was standing at the foot of his bed and he moved up next to Byron. Byron could feel the bone chilling cold of death, and the grim reaper beckoned Byron to join him. Byron’s mind did not want to go with him but his body did not listen to him. As they moved toward the window, the grim reaper lifted his bonelike hand and they were standing in front of Joann’s house. Then Byron woke up sharply sweating profusely and he had a chill run through his bones. He was wide-awake for hours, after that dream and went into the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge. The clock in the kitchen read midnight, but after that vivid dream it felt like three in the morning to him right now. He was off today and decided to call Rachel this afternoon. First he wanted to call Joann, picked up the phone, and dialed the number when she answered the phone he did not say anything but just listened to her. Joann was frightened by this act and asked who the hell this is! Byron hung up quickly and he was becoming obsessed with Krista he wanted her for himself.
It was around one in the morning, and he went back to bed after a few more beers he passed out on the bed. He woke the next morning with a horrible hangover when the alarm went off it sounded like a hundred freight trains running through his head. Christ he thought I need coffee yes that’s what I need so he went back to his kitchen and started the coffee pot. It was around nine in the morning and he wanted to call Rachel right now. Byron dialed the number that she had given him the night before. It began ringing, once, twice, three times and a small little girls voice answered and said hello may I help you. Byron answered her is your mommy their? Yes she said hold on I would get her for you. Clattering and footsteps is what Byron heard on the other end of the phone. Rachel answered the phone yes may I help you. Byron said oh yes this is Byron the guy that you met last night. Oh yeah Byron sure last nights still a little fuzzy Rachel replied. Byron said yeah I have a hangover from hell, but you make the pain go away. Rachel thought that was sweet just as she was about to tell him what she was thinking he interrupted her. What about we go out tonight Byron added to his last sentence. Rachel was stunned by Byron’s straight forwardness. However, reluctantly said yes, and said that she would meet him at the bar in down town Norfolk at around seven o’clock. Rachel said she had something in the oven and had to hang up. Byron said well by and hung up the phone. Byron thought of the little girls voice, she sounded like she was about eleven or so and his mind began to dwell on what she looked like. “Her hot silky smooth white thighs and he thought of his hand moving up her thigh running all the way to her yet developed pussy”. “He imagined putting his finger inside of her”. His thoughts shifted again and he was thinking about Krista and needed to find a way to posses her to have her all to him self. He had to think of a way to get rid of that fucking bitch mother of hers. Byron thought Joann how I could kill her. I could take them out to Charlottesville, to the second home with I rented out a little extra income was always a good thing.
I could lock the three of them in the basement up there and no one would ever know that they were in the house. I have to make sure that I do this the right way so that I don’t get caught. Byron would have to think about this for a while, and plan every contingency out, what would happen if this happened; it would take some time and be many a sleepless nights for it to work. That way he could have Krista all to him self the other two were an added bonus. He thought if he planed it out in detail he could get away with it. Killing Joann, Rachel, and taking there kids for him self to fondle their hot sum pious little bodies. He was getting off on just the thought of what he was planning. By the time he had realized it. It was noon and he still had so much to do and so little time to do it. Byron felt tired he wanted to sleep and do nothing else for the rest of the day until he met Rachel later that night. Byron wanted to find out what her children were like, and what their names were. He went into the kitchen and removed a cold beer from the refrigerator. The sleeping pills were on the counter next to the water jug. He took several and downed the pills with a wash of the beer. Byron staggered to the bed and fell across it like a fallen tree. Byron “conscious wanted to torment him some more”. He drifted off into the blissful sleep of the drugs and the beer that he had taken them with. The man in the black cloak returned to him in his sleep. The grim reaper retuned they were standing in front of Joann’s house. He gestured towards the front door of her house. Then he waved his bone like hand and they were inside the house. It was neat and clean but when they moved through the shell of the home. Their was blood smeared on the walls of the hall way and the words “he told me not to tell”. The grim reaper waved his hand once more; they were standing in the doorway of the bedroom. The covers on the bed were the shape of a woman but the form was not moving. As they moved closer to the bed, Byron was able to see clearer it was Joann lying in a pool of blood with part of her head on the headboard. Byron woke up with the realization that he could get away with it; the dreams were telling him that he could. The dreams were torturing his very soul and slowly driving him mad. However Byron did not realize this and continued with his normal routine.
Byron was spending all of his time planning what he was thinking about doing which to him seemed perfectly logical “the next step on the road into madness” and Byron was well on his way. Then he glanced at the clock and it was 6 o clock in the after noon he realized that his date with Rachel was in an hour and he was no where near being ready to go out to meet her and then return to her home possibly to meet her children. Byron was in a panic he had so many things to plan out and a lot of work left to do, “there was not enough time in the day” he thought to himself. This date if you could call it that, it was more like a chance to meet her two lovely daughters whom he could posses for himself. This was the first time he had been out sense he had meet Joann. “This is going to be a little scary tonight “but he forced himself to calm down “Think of the reward you get to keep her two luscious daughters all to himself”. This was the voice in his head which was some times cruel and very filled with hate for women this probably went all the way back to his mother. When he told his mom what daddy was doing to him when she was not around she laughed at him and told him that he was lying and washed his mouth out with soap. This went on for years, and she did nothing to stop it. Witch is probably why he still hates his parents to this day. All of his thoughts were a jumble inside his head he needed time to sort them all out. The nightmares were beginning to affect his every waking moment and he could not stop them from happing. Byron needed to get ready for his night out with Rachel; he had already showered for the day so he dressed to impress this was the same old routine for him now. It was scary to him that he falls into the routine so quickly after almost getting caught with Krista. Byron was not about to let that happen again. This time was going to be different this time he had every little detail planed out to nth degree. Byron went over the list in his head,” first I will befriend Rachel and get to know her kids. Second he would invite her to go away for the weekend but only one of them would return. Third the kids would be his all of them and they would go to Charlottesville to the hose witch he would make sure was empty before Byron put his plan into motion”.
“It wasn’t much of a plan right now he thought but it will be, oh it will be”. The plan wasn’t fully realized yet but Byron’s mind was working overtime on that very thing. Byron was ready for his date if you would call it that what it was more like a lustful obsession with little girls. He went out going to the bar that they had met in and when he arrived Rachel was waiting for him. Byron thought for a moment to himself “ I have to stay with the plan that is in the back of my mind “ his conscious would not let him forget it not in a million years. Then he suddenly came back to reality. Rachel was speaking to him and his mind was somewhere else. He caught himself drifting and said “ I m sorry what did you say, I did not catch that last sentence”. Rachel repeated what she had said to him “ I was saying what do you do for a living “. Byron under stood what she was saying this time and replied that he was into real-estate which was a lie but she did not know him as far as she knew he was just some guy that she had meet one night in a bar. Some how she inherently trusted him, “ little did she know that he was a low life scum bag that was only in it to meet her kids so he could take them form her after he had disposed of her body”. It wouldn’t be that long before he could act on his obsession with young little girls. Byron shifted the conversation to her two little girls, “so what are your daughter’s names” Byron asked and Rachel said that her children’s names were Tracy and Janna. “Their lovely names Byron replied. “ “How old are they”. He prodded her with out thinking about what he was saying. Rachel was a little timid to answer but she did anyway “there nine and eleven” she had finally told him. There meals had arrived by this time they ate and drank there way through dinner with some heavy flirting going on in between glances by both Byron and Rachel. Byron could sense that he was going to be asked back to her apartment or house with ever it was. Rachel was loosening up to him and becoming more relaxed around Byron. She had finally said the words that Byron wanted to hear all night “would you like to come back to my place after we are finished with dinner”. “Hell yes I would “Byron thought to himself for a moment but he was thinking “finally I will get to meet her daughters and take them to a place that I could keep them locked away to keep for my own. Bryon responded that would be “all right by him”. Rachel was dieing with anticipation to get this guy whom she hardly knew into the sack to test what his love making skills were like. Byron kind of knew what was going to happen next. Therefore, he went along for the ride but all the while he was thinking about Tracy, Janna and Krista. How he would keep them locked away in the basement of the house in Charlottesville, for his personal pleasure. Thinking of how he could get rid of there mothers so he could keep them all for himself.
Rachel and Byron left the restaurant and headed back to Rachel place wherever that was. Any man could see the raw unbidden lust in Rachel’s eyes they were longing for good hard sex after they got back to her place. Nevertheless, Rachel’s thoughts were of her children right at that instant she would have to wait until she had put them to sleep for the night and then the real fun could commence. The night was still young Rachel thought and we could have sex all night if he liked. When they reached her three-bed room apartment she put the key in the door and opened it and the baby sitter was asleep on the couch with the kids asleep on either side of her. Byron thought she couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen at the most sponge bob square pants was on nick toons and the baby sitter stirred from her slumber when she herd the door opening. Your home late, still have asleep she got up and grabbed her coat to leave, Rachel paid the girl and she left closing the door behind her. Rachel woke the children for a moment and they got up and shuffled to there rooms. Byron thought of them lustfully how he could imagine running his hands all over there little bodies, but Rachel had other plans for him this night.
Rachel said “have a seat Byron and make your self-comfortable, now that the kids are asleep its time for the adults to play”. “I will be right back; I am going to slip into something more comfortable”. Byron’s mind began racing “exactly what did she mean by slipping into something more comfortable”. However, Byron knew by the look in her eyes what she was thinking. Although it was only a few minutes that Rachel was gone Byron knew what was going to happen next. Rachel entered the living room of her apartment with a bottle of Champaign in one hand and two glasses in the other. Rachel was wearing a black see through gown and her large breasts heaved beneath the material of the gown. Her nipples began to stiffen as the black gown flowed down her curvy body. Byron had to force himself under control, but he had no interest in what she was about to do to him or him to her. What he was thinking about to get himself aroused was the thought of laying in bed with both of her kids after her had pleasured himself with the thought of what he was going to do to them and with them. Rachel eased down beside of him and began to tell him what her intentions truly were. This disgusted Byron and his thoughts drifted back to her hot little girls that were probably fast asleep by now. Rachel poured the two glasses of Champaign and she downed hers in a single swallow. Byron slowly sipped the liquid that was placed in front of him Rachel began speaking but Byron was some where else in his mind, and nodded at the appropriate times shaking his head yes and no as she prompted him to respond to what she was saying. By this time Byron was like a rock and ready for what ever she intended to do with him but his mind was thinking of the little girls that were sleeping in the other room. Rachel tugged at his belt around his waist and finally managed to loosen it enough to slip her warm hand inside of his pants. She stroked his member until it was even harder than before, and Rachel commanded that he remove his pants, so Byron obliged her but was thinking to him self “just get it over with already”. Rachel intended to take her time with him and enjoy every little second of the first sexual encounter she has had in almost two whole years of pent up sexual depravation. Which she was planning on releasing all of it on this garbage heap of a man? Rachel was about to do something that she would regret for the rest of her life. When Byron finally got what he wanted out of her, her children so he could take them away form hear and hide them away from the rest of the would and no one would ever find them.
Be ready for part 2 it gets even better.

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Broken Little Thing

“I know it would be wrong… But if nobody else knew about it… I mean, you’ve always done so much for me… You’re the person I like the most in the whole world. If you like watching me…” Even before I could say anything, Ava was half sitting, half lying back on the couch just as she was before, her legs bent and slightly spread.