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Pimped by Brother-In-Law 1

Hi everyone, this is taneesha shah, 28-year-old housewife, I am 5 ft 7” and my stats are 36c 30 38 and I would like to tell you how I got was pimped during a marriage by a cousin of my husband. It happened about 6 months ago, when Rohan (the brother in law) was visiting town for the marriage.

ANNABELL

Some say this story defies classification. It is simultaneously a story of hope and dispair. Some find it disturbing and say it is thought provoking. You be the judge.

The I-Room III

And so the debate continues as to what and who I am. Many consider me a madman, a debauched villain or a new form of evil. Mayhap I am, although I embrace the fact that all great innovators have shouldered such criticism. I prefer the term pathfinder or counselor, seeking out truth and guiding those in need to it…to allow them to grasp their true destiny and become the people they were meant to be.
Picture if you will the simple place of enlightenment. A room of minimal possessions…twelve feet by twelve feet, the only furnishings a queen sized bed, a common wooden chair and a small refrigerator. On one side is a locked steel door. On another is a small shower/toilet alcove. Here we will place the blind, to discover their own path to the light that is the truth of their souls. I call it the I-Room.
The Third: Jacob and Megan
They are so quiet in slumber, so peaceful. In a few minutes they will wake, to find themselves in the absolutely escape proof confines of the I-Room and trapped with each other. Father and daughter, Jacob and Megan.
Jacob is a white male, some forty-nine years old. In outstanding shape for a man his age…well muscled, at five foot, ten inches tall and 175 pounds, his middle age spread hold off by long, arduous hours of exercise. He is handsome in a stern sort of manner. He sports an old fashioned crew cut, a style still favored by members of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, an agency to which he belongs. As a Special Investigator for the FBI, he has been involved in the investigations of the “kidnappings” of my previous visitors and has come closer to guessing the truth than anyone else, although he has been routinely ignored by those who chose to forget the obvious. He attracted my interest and subsequent investigation revealed his qualifications for being a candidate for the I-Room. He has been divorced from Megan’s mother for fifteen years. He has never remarried.
Lying next to Jacob is his daughter, Megan. She is twenty years old and aside from hazel colored eyes, looks nothing like her father although indications reveal they have the same hard charging attitude in life. She is a lovely, young woman. Long, dark brown hair frames the face of an angel…an angel with full luscious lips. Her body is curvaceous and pleasing to the eye, her skin is olive toned, reflecting her mother’s Greek ancestry. She stands five foot ten and weighs maybe 160 lbs. Her trim figure is accentuated by firm and ripe 36C breasts and a taut heart shaped ass. Her waist is slim and her legs are long and slender. She is in a word, breathtaking.
Both father and daughter are clad only in underclothes. Jacob wears boxer shorts and Megan wears a matching set of thong panties and bra. They make a striking couple and I look forward to their stay with me.
Jacob stirs first. He opens his eyes, adjusting to the currently dim lights in the room. He realizes he is not at home. He sits up slowly, assessing the situation, his eyes widening as he realizes it is his daughter lying next to him. He swings his legs off the bed, moving gingerly as his intelligent eyes take it the room. He stares at the chair next to the bed, and then notes the refrigerator. Standing, he walks carefully over and peers into the shower alcove. Jacob walks the perimeter of the room, stopping at the steel door. He notes the absence of a door handle, but runs his fingers along the seam of the doorway. He nods to himself…a grim look on his face and in a low voice says, “Damn it.”
He returns to the bed and sitting next to his daughter, he stares at her with concern, worry and love…and perhaps something more. Finally, in a gentle manner that belies his gruff appearance, Jacob shakes his daughter’s shoulder. “Megan? Megan, honey, wake up.”
His daughter stirs, rolling over still half asleep. Jacob shakes her shoulder again and more loudly says, “Wake up, Megan. We’ve got trouble.”
“Nooo, Daddy…wanna sleep,” sighs Megan. Then her eyes snap wide open as she realizes she is with her father. “Dad? What are you doing in my…” She takes in the I-Room, then looks at her father. “Where the hell am I?”
Jacob shakes his head. “I don’t know for sure…but I have an idea. Stay calm, Megan.”
“Stay calm! I wake up in a,” she takes a look around. “A fuckin’ dungeon or something and you say stay calm?” She scoots off the bed and stomps around the room…stopping at the steel door and looking for a handle or knob.
“Yes, Megan. Listen to me for once. I think we’re being held prisoner by a very disturbed person.”
I know my cue when I hear it. “GOOD MORNING, SPECIAL AGENT. GOOD MORNING, MEGAN. WELCOME TO YOUR HOME FOR THE NEXT LITTLE WHILE.”
Jacob tries to spot the speaker my voice is coming from. “You’re the Creep, aren’t you?” Megan’s eyes go wide and her lovely face pales at my sobriquet that earlier visitors bestowed upon me and that the media has embraced.
“VERY ASTUTE, JACOB. OF COURSE I WOULD EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM SUCH AN ACOMPLISHED INVESTIGATOR.”
Megan edges closer to her father, fear etched on her face. “The Creep? Dad, what’s he going to do with us?”
Jacob’s jaw visibly tightens and he trembles with anger and frustration. “I don’t know, Megan. Just stay…” He starts to say the word calm, but recalling her earlier reaction to his adage, stops.
“PLEASE, DO NOT BE AFRAID, MEGAN. NEITHER YOU OR YOUR FATHER HAVE ANYTHING TO FEAR FROM ME. YOU ARE SIMPLY MY GUESTS FOR A SHORT TIME.”
“But why? Are you like the news says? You just get your rocks off making us be nude together,” Her moods according to my investigation indicate she is mercurial and she demonstrates this most capably…going from anger to fear to anger again.
“YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN, MEGAN. TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELF AND YOUR FATHER AND TO LEARN WHO YOU ARE TO EACH OTHER.”
“To learn about my Dad?” Megan’s voice is full of disbelief. “What’s to know? My father’s a jerk! I hate him!”
Jacob flushes and strides across the room. “Megan, control yourself. We have to stick together…we don’t know what this…Creep will do.” He reaches out to take Megan by the arm, but the young woman flings his extended hand away and stalks off to the opposite corner.
Jacob watches her intently as she strides away, her thong exposing her naked butt cheeks as she swings her taut ass haughtily. For several seconds, Megan’s father is almost mesmerized by his daughter’s mostly naked body. Megan turns abruptly and sees him staring at her. Jacob’s blushing face turns a darker red and he spins around.
Looking up at the ceiling, he says, “Surely you realize you’ve taken this too far? The bureau will use every resource available looking for me…they will find us.”
“I DON’T THINK SO, JACOB. I FEEL VERY SECURE THAT YOU AND MEGAN SHALL HAVE ALL THE TIME NECESSARY TO SEEK OUT THE TRUTH TOGETHER. NEVERTHELESS, FEEL FREE TO GATHER ALL THE CLUES YOU CAN. BUT, YOUR TIME CAN AND I HOPE WILL BE BETTER SPENT.” I confess I am feeling abundantly confident.
Jacob asks me a few more questions, but I kill the microphone, feeling that continued conversation between us at this time will be counterproductive to what needs to take place between Jacob and his daughter.
Jacob finally gives up with questioning dead air. He prowls around the room, pointedly ignoring Megan as he seeks answers to questions that have no answers.
He stops and finally sits on the bed, glancing over to the corner where Megan leans against the wall, not realizing how sexually provocative she looks…her long, toned legs on fine display while her crossed arms are accidentally pushing her breasts upwards, causing the firm, heavy globes of flesh to almost overflow her low cut bra.
Jacob sighs heavily. “How have you been, Megan?”
“What do you care? I’m at school. I cash your checks every month. I don’t call and remind you that you’ve got a daughter you parked in boarding school since she was fourteen.”
Jacob’s face reddens with anger. “That’s not what I’ve done, Megan. It was the best solution given the demands of my job…what the agency wants.”
Megan snorts. “Oh yeah…your job! Your job didn’t force you to dump me in that boarding school before I was fourteen. We had a lot of good years together after Mom left. Then boom, I’m getting dropped off at St. Caleb’s School for unwanted kids!”
Jacob stands up and starts towards his daughter. “Now that’s just not fair. My job…you needed stability and you got a damn good education when you weren’t getting thrown out of schools.”
“Oh yeah, Father! I got a great education and no family while you were off pretending to be Sherlock Holmes and chasing women.” Fearless, Megan stands nose to nose with her father, both now yelling.
“That’s not true!” Jacob replies, glaring down at his daughter and sneaking peaks of her cleavage as well. Megan stands on tip toe, bouncing up and down as she argues, not realizing she is making her pert breasts bounce enticingly. Angry as Jacob is, his boxer shorts began to tent slightly. He suddenly feels his penis hardening and pressing against the cotton material. His face reddens further and he spins away from his daughter.
“This is so useless, Megan. We have to be a team and cooperate if we’re going to get out of this situation.” Jacob sits down on the bed, dropping his hands in his lap and tries not to look at his barely clad daughter. Megan barely contains an interested smirk as she eyes her father’s obvious erection.
It is an old argument between these two. Megan was five years old when her mother and Jacob’s wife left them, obtaining a Reno divorce and never attempting contact again. Jacob did a fine job raising Megan, balancing home life and work like an artist until Megan turned fourteen. As Megan neared her first year of high school, Jacob abruptly and without warning enrolled her at a boarding school nearly five hundred miles from their home in Maryland.
Needless to say, Megan did not take it well. She turned from a studious young woman into the school rebel. She was expelled from her first boarding school at age sixteen, following a string a dangerous pranks and a scandal involving an older male teacher. By the time she graduated from High School, she had been expelled from two other schools, both times for sexual scandals involving middle-aged, male teachers. My research also indicates that in the two colleges she has attended in the last three years, she has had affairs with five male professors, all over the age of forty-five, one event leading to a divorce.
On the other hand, Jacob has, despite Megan’s charges to the contrary, been almost celibate, devoting his life to his career. His primary outlet for sex, are a few very discrete call services that cater to political and government agencies that he apparently only frequents when the pressure is too much.
For the rest of the day, father and daughter studiously ignore each other, although both take sneaking peeks of the other. As I dim the lights for the evening time, they both gravitate towards the bed. Jacob hugs the right edge of the bed as they settle down for the night. Megan slides towards the center, rolling onto her side and facing her father. In the dim light, she appears to be studying her father’s rather muscular body as he seems to ignore her, staring up at the ceiling.
“Goodnight, Megan,” Jacob whispers in a low, uncertain voice…maybe afraid that speaking will start another argument.
“Goodnight, Dad,” she whispers back. A few minutes pass quietly. Finally, Megan reaches out with one hand and closes it around her father’s hand. He starts slightly, not expecting it, but takes her hand. Silence continues until Megan’s eyes finally close and she begins to softly snore.
Then and only then, does Jacob turn and stare at his daughter. There is a father’s love in his eyes, but much more. His eyes roam hungrily over his daughter’s lithe body…staring at her with the hunger of a starving man. He catches himself several times reaching out with his hand to caress her. Jacob mutters, “Damn it,” under his breath and turns away from her…his free hand moving down against his again tented shorts and rubs his cotton covered erection with regret before he finally falls asleep.
The next morning, Jacob awakes early, the habits ingrained from many years of rising early every morning. He explores the shower alcove, emptying his bladder and then, glancing continuously back at his daughter, takes a quick shower. Finished, he stands and lets himself air dry while staring hungrily at Megan…his cock hardening again, until he begins to stroke himself, halting only as Megan sighs and begins to stir. Hastily and with some distaste, Jacob dons his old shorts. When Megan awakes a few minutes later, she finds her father vigorously doing pushups.
He studiously ignores her as she wanders to the alcove and sitting on the toilet, pees without shame, staring at her father’s muscular form. She smirks as she wipes herself and then drops her thong panties to the floor. “Good morning, Dad!” she murmurs as she removes her bra.
Not glancing up, Jacob grunts, “Good morning, honey.” Megan frowns as he doesn’t look up and she turns and turns on the shower. I am interested in Jacob’s self control now. He tenses up as he hears the water running. A minute passes, then two. Jacob’s resolve doesn’t crumble until well into the third minute of his daughter’s shower.
Jacob glances up, his eyes widening as he gets his first glimpse of Megan’s naked, adult body. Soap suds cling to her nubile form, emphasizing her body, rather than concealing it. He stares at her high, proud breasts, nipples hard, standing out like erasers on the tips of pencils. He eyes travel downward, over her flat stomach and further south to discover her dainty pubic hair, shaved to a small rectangle above her vagina…labia lips fat and at this moment, slightly parted and glistening from the soapy water.
Megan’s father raises his eyes upward and gasps as he sees Megan looking back at him, a slight smile on her face, her hazel colored eyes offering a hint of possibilities. He is aware that his cock is suddenly fully erect and he turns away, sitting up with his back to his daughter and with some difficulty, begins to do sit-ups. Megan frowns at his sudden movement, but the frown quickly morphs into a naughty smile.
Jacob is still doing sit-ups when he hears the water shut off. Silence fills the room for long seconds until interrupted by Megan’s voice. “To hell with this thing!” she says and Jacob pauses in his workout when Megan’s bra flies over his head to hit the wall, followed quickly by her thong panties.
He stares at them like they are holy artifacts and after long seconds says, “Um…Megan, what are you doing? Put your, um…clothes back on!”
From behind him, he hears his daughter reply, “Like hell I will. You want to wear the same bra for more than a day, be my guest. Same goes for my thong…two days that thing has been up my ass…I am so over that!”
Jacob climbs to his feet and slowly turns. His daughter stands naked before him, running her fingers through her long, dark hair, trying to clear it of tangles. Jacob stares at his daughter and snaps, “Goddammit, girl. Get some clothes on! We can’t go naked here!”
Megan rolls her eyes in derision. She steps forward towards her father and cups her breasts, squeezing them as she approaches. “Hello! They’re just breasts, Dad! You know…boobs, knockers, titties? Everybody has ’em! Just tits, Daddy…no big deal!”
Jacob takes a step backwards for every step she takes toward him. Megan releases her breasts, one hand sliding downwards and between her legs, fingers slightly parting her already blooming vaginal lips. And it’s just a vagina, Father! You know…pussy, twat, cunt! No big deal…I’m sure you’ve seen your share of pussies, huh Dad?”
“For Christ’s sake, Megan, control yourself. Put your clothes back on!” Jacob stammers, absolutely flustered.
“Being naked is no big deal, Dad!” Megan fires back. “And it’s sure better than walking around in nasty underwear. Besides, if the news guys are right…and us getting naked is what gets this Creep off, then maybe the sooner we get naked, the sooner we can get the fuck out of here!”
Megan turns around and returns to running her fingers through her hair, leaving her father to stare at his daughter’s taut, shapely ass cheeks. He almost groans when Megan suddenly bends over, letting her hair fall over in front of her face as she works to get the tangles out. In doing so, she exposes her pussy, her labia parted to reveal wet, tender cunt flesh.
Jacob unconsciously rubs the front of his bulging shorts, seeking relief no doubt, from the powerful ache I’m sure he is feeling. He turns away, facing the opposite wall and says, “You…I mean we can’t do this, Megan. Put your clothes back on.” All he gets from his daughter is a snort of derision.
He walks over and picks up Megan’s panties and bra. He stares intently at his child’s soiled thong panties and for a moment his nostrils are flaring so much that I almost expect him to bury his nose in them and inhale her scent. Instead, he turns and stalks up alongside his daughter, his eyes roaming over her still bent over form, and he says as he holds out her underwear, “I’m your father, now do what I say!”
Megan straightens up and steps closer until her hard nipples are almost brushing her father’s bare chest. “Read my lips, Daddy,” she snarls with disdain. “NO!” She steps away from him, walking along the walls of the room. “I’m naked until I get some clean clothes, so deal with it, Dad! Stare if you want to…look away if you want. I don’t care!”
She ignores him while he stands there for several minutes with her wadded up underwear in his hands and then with an evil grin, says. “I don’t care if you go naked or not, but those shorts are starting to get rank too!”
The rest of the morning is spent in an uncomfortable silence. Jacob tries to ignore his naked daughter, but time and time again, he finds himself staring at Megan’s beautiful body. Megan doesn’t make it easier, not attempting any kind of modesty…she sits or lies down as she feels appropriate…legs often spread carelessly, showing off the moist, pink treasure between her thighs.
Shortly after lunch, Jacob takes his daughter’s underwear into the alcove and washes them out as she watches with amusement. He wrings them out and brings them back into the room and hangs them over the chair to dry. Megan is stretched out on the bed, looking radiant in all her delicious glory. Jacob’s eyes roam over her body. Megan looks at her wet undies, laughs and says, “I don’t think so!”
Jacob’s daughter eyes the almost constant bulge in her father’s pant. “I think you need to get out of those shorts, Dad. They smell and it looks like things are anxious to bust loose anyway!” She reddens at her slightly risqué remark and grins up at her father.
Jacob’s eyes widen at her remark and he starts to raise his hand as if to slap her, then he checks himself. “I can’t believe you’ve become such a slut. I’m ashamed of you.”
Megan laughs and gives him her middle finger. “How would you know, Father dear? You’ve ignored me for the last six years. How the fuck would you know what I am?” Her voice is an attempt at lightheartedness but is thick with bitterness.
They descend back into silence…a silence that lasts long into the evening. Jacob makes of point of ignoring his daughter, but taking every opportune moment to peek at her nude body. Megan says not a word, but will stare at her father daringly every single time she catches him looking at her. Not until long after I’ve dimmed their lights does the silence break.
Both father and daughter are lying prone on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Jacob works himself up to speak, the tension evident in his clenched jaw. “I’m sorry I called you a slut, Megan.” After a long silence, he continues. “Goodnight, Megan. I-I love you.” He reaches out a hand to his daughter.
With a soft sigh, Megan whispers back, “I know, Daddy. Good night.” She lets her arm drop from her body and she takes her father’s hand for a moment, letting her fingers slip over his as if she was wiping them off. She rolls over away from her father, who is running his fingers over the wetness he suddenly feels on them. He brings his hand to his nose and sniffs. His nostrils flare widely even as his semi-erect penis stirs. He glances over at Megan and then hesitantly licks his fingers. Jacob groans and his cock stands at full mast, jutting out against his soiled shorts. He had no clue that in the almost darkness, his daughter has been fingering her pussy in a slow and lazy fashion.
Several minutes pass. Jacob’s erection does not waver in the slightest. He can’t seem to stop bringing his fingers to his nose. Finally, he eases off the bed and walks quickly into the alcove. His fingers are a blur as he stands over the toilet masturbating quietly but furiously. It doesn’t take long and he explodes; his huge wad of cum splattering noisily into the commode bowl. He bites his lower lip and tries to remain silent. On shaky legs he returns to bed, turning away from his daughter’s naked form.
He doesn’t see his daughter, still awake, an evil smile on her lips.
The next morning, Jacob awakes first again. He gets up and relieves himself. He stops at the entrance to the shower alcove and stares at his daughter, sprawled on the bed. His cock hardens again and he turns and turns on the shower, shucking his shorts. I admire his restraint as he resists more than a few strokes of his aroused, swollen organ. He ends the shower and is about to pull on his dirty shorts when he glances into the room.
Megan is awake and sitting up, her arms wrapped around her pulled up knees, intentionally or accidentally exposing her almost bald pussy. She shakes her head in disgust, saying, “You should just let it go, Dad. Those things are almost stiff enough to stand up by themselves.”
Jacob finishes pulling them up, grimacing as he does. “And you should cover up. Your things should be dry by now.”
Megan rolls over and pulls her underwear from the chair. She fondles them and sniffs them and then drops them to the floor. “They’re still damp and they smell funky. Ain’t no way I’m going to wear them.” She rolls back over, raising one knee up, offering her father a splendid view of her vagina. “And your shorts look pretty damn nasty, Dad. Take them off. We’re both grown-ups now…it’s no big deal being naked. You don’t have anything I’ve not seen before.”
Jacob stands there for a moment and then sighs. He is a man who doesn’t like to concede defeat, but three days in those shorts have rendered them very unpleasant. In an abrupt motion, he shucks them off again and in disgust, kicks them into a corner.
It is Megan’s turn to widen her eyes. Jacob’s cock is fully erect, pointing straight out from him towards her. As he feels her eyes upon him, his long, thick penis jerks to an even more upright position, almost slapping him in the stomach.
Megan climbs from the bed and strolls by her father on her way to the shower. She smiles as she reaches out and brushes his arm with her fingers. “Okay, Dad. I admit I was wrong. I haven’t seen anything quite that big before.” She giggles and rushes off to the shower. She takes a long, sensual shower, taking her time to soap up her body, caressing herself until her spying father looks ready to explode. Megan struts around wet and naked when her shower is over as she again uses her fingers to get the tangles out of her hair.
As her father ogles her body, she loudly complains about the lack of a hair brush. Getting a painful strand of hair cleared, she looked up at the ceiling, “The least you could have done, Creep, is left me a fucking hairbrush!”
I key my microphone and reply, “NOTED, MEGAN. I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO.” Megan jumps, startled at my voice. Even confined, a day or two without my voice and it is so easy to forget I am there.
“You scared the crap out of me!” she growls. She looks around at the ceiling…searching for a camera. “Are you happy, Creep?” she asks. “We’re naked! Are you getting a good look or do you need a better peek?” As she did when she confronted her father the previous day, she manhandles her breasts, lifting them upwards as if offering them to me. I’d be lying if I said my mouth wasn’t watering at the thought of sucking her lovely, uprights mounds of flesh.
Before I can reply, her father rushes across the room and grabs her by the arm. “Stop it! We don’t know what we’re dealing with! We don’t know what will set him off!”
Megan angrily jerks away from Jacob. “Back off, Daddy! You do what you think is best, I’ll do what I want!” She bounces away from him and leaps into the bed. “Hey, Creep! How about this? Is this what you want?” Rolling onto her back, Megan extends herself into a spread-eagled position, her labia lips parting. I think she’s terrified, angry, and turned on all at the same time. “How’s that for a beaver shot, huh? Is this what you were hoping for?”
“YOU’RE VERY LOVELY, MEGAN,” I reply. “BUT, I DO NOT REQUIRE ANYTHING OF YOU, BUT TO BE MY GUEST FOR A SHORT WHILE.” I cut the mike off and resume my observation of father and daughter.
Jacob is furious. He towers over his naked daughter, shaking a finger at her like he scolding a naughty child. “That was so stupid, Megan!” he says. “We haven’t a clue about who or what this guy is. We don’t know what might set him off. We know he’s released two families, but for all we know, he’s kidnapped and murdered dozens of others.”
Jacob’s words seem to be reaching his daughter, but in his ire, he goes too far and says, “So straighten your act up, Megan. Quit walking around acting like some street whore and act like the young lady I raised you up to be!”
Megan erupts in furious rage. “You didn’t raise me up to be anything, Father! You dumped me off to be raised by housemothers and nuns, Father! I’ll be and do anything I want! If I want to be ‘ladylike,’ I will. If I want to be a fucking slut, I will!” Megan glares up at her father, her face bright red with anger…and something more. “If I want to fuck the Creep, I will! If I want to fuck myself in front of you, Father, I will!”
As she says those words, Megan thrusts three fingers between her already blossoming cunt lips, ramming her fingers deep in her moist hole. Megan’s face contorts with the pain of the forceful thrust and from the pleasure of it as well. Through clenched teeth, she gasps, “A-And, Father, dear, there’s ahhhh, nothing you can do about itttahhh, unlessss you want to ahhhh, j-jack offfff!”
With astonishing fury, Megan begins to thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy in a blur of motion. Her other hand slides upward to her left breast and she teases her hard, pebble like nipples. All the tension of the past few days seems to be focused on her fingers plunging in and out of her wet, slick pussy. There is anger on her face…and lust…and need.
Jacob stands there for long seconds, his mouth gaping open in astonishment as his daughter writhes and twists on the bed as she finger fucks her wet snatch. His body trembles with desire and indecision. His mouth moves wordlessly until finally he manages to rasp out, “Megan…stop. This is awful. It’s wrong…insane.”
Megan is bucking upwards with her hips. “There’s ahhhh nothing bad going onnn, Daddddyyy!” she pants. “If…if there’s something wrong about mmmm, pleasuring myself…ahhhhhmmm, why is your dick hard, Daddy?”
Jacob is startled as he realizes that again his cock is so stiff it is slapping at his stomach. He spins away, staggering against the nearest wall. He rests his head against the cool concrete and tries to close his eyes, but he can’t…unable to resist the urge to turn and look at his masturbating daughter time and again.
Megan’s pleasure grows, building, urged on by her anger. She adds a fourth finger, almost fist fucking herself. Sweat pours off her naked body, making her fair skin glisten. Her moans give way to sobs of joy. Jacob cannot stop staring and his right hand wraps around his swollen cock and begins to stroke.
Tears run down Megan’s face as she watches her father masturbating as he watches her pleasure herself. “Do I make aaaagoddd, make you hard, Daddyyy!” Her four fingers have her labia split wide…showing the juices that are absolutely pouring from her wet twat. Her fingers are thickly coated with her cunt cream.
I hold my breath as both approach climax. Jacob is now crying as well, his hand working in a blur up and down his shaft while Megan struggles for breath, taunting and urging her father on!
“Do you…yesssss! Do you likeee watching meee ohhhhh Dadddyyyy! Am I making youuu cummm?” she gasps in a ragged, lust ridden voice.
Jacob sobs and then begins ejaculating, his seed splashing against the wall. He struggles to continue standing as his knees begin to buckle. His eyes never leave his daughter.
The sight of her father ejaculating sends Megan over the edge and she shrilly screams, “DADDDDYYYY!” and goes into orgasm, her body going into helpless spasms as she buries her fingers inside her wet pussy, pressing them deep into her womb. Her body is wracked with waves of ecstasy for long minutes, before she collapses in a sweaty heap. Father and daughter stare at each other, both gasping for breath, both taking deep draughts of the air laden with the mixed, heady scent of their desires.
I wonder if this is the moment. Their gasps for air fade, giving way to the most strained silence the I-Room has ever experienced. Jacob wipes tears off his face…expressions of shame and desire warring for control of his face. His eyes bulge with hints of madness and I fear for the success of this particular experiment. He staggers over to the chair next to the bed, takes it and turns it towards the wall and sits down.
Megan curls up on her side, watching him, her facial expressions a mix of ire and need. I wait for one to say something to the other, but neither speaks. The silence lengthens…seconds growing into minutes growing into hours. Megan watches her father intently for some sign…anger, love, lust, I’m not sure. Jacob rarely glances her way, although when he does glance over, intense longing seems to be the overriding emotion on his face. Lunch passes and both eat in silence…they take supper in a quiet that is almost deafening in its intensity.
Megan spends the early evening hours roaming along the walls of the room, looking like a lioness on the prowl. She seems to shine with carnal need. I can almost smell the scent of her aroused cunt. A sexual flush seems to cover her entire body. Her nipples are hard to the point of throbbing. Jacob huddles in his chair, exerting as much self control as a man with a raging erection can.
When I finally dim the lights, Jacob slumps to the bed and collapses…his hard-on waving in the air as he stares up at the ceiling. A few minutes pass and Megan climbs up onto the bed, edging close to her father, lying on her side and staring at him. Long minutes will pass before Megan whispers, “I love you, Dad.” She reaches out a hand and rests it on her father’s chest.
Jacob sighs at the touch of his daughter’s hand. “I love you, too,” he mutters back in a voice thick with emotion. He doesn’t move though. I really expect something to happen, but although both remain awake a very long time, neither one speaks or makes a move. I wait until both are sound asleep and then add something to the air mix to ensure several restful hours of slumber. I then enter the I-Room and leave a little gift.
The next morning begins as the others have begun. Jacob is up first. He quickly notices the item I’ve left. He picks it up, studies it, shakes his head and returns it to where he left it. He showers and walks around, letting the air dry his naked body, ogling his daughter’s beautiful form.
Megan awakes to her father looking at her, his cock standing up at attention in tribute to her loveliness. Her face is a mixture of emotions as yesterday’s events are remembered. Anger, Love, Embarrassment, Lust. Almost self consciously, she slides by her father, saying, “Good Morning,” in a quiet voice as she passes him…his erect cock almost brushing her thigh.
Jacob tries to smile and in a hoarse voice replies, “Good morning, honey.” He watches her hungrily as she sits and pees and then showers. He sighs unhappily like a man who knows what he wants, but doesn’t know how to get it.
Megan is aware of her father openly staring at her and her eyes are drawn again and again to his long, thick penis which actually grows a bit more as she lathers up her body. She spends a good deal of time soaping and washing her vagina, labia already blooming to reveal the tender, pink flesh beneath, running her fingers over and through her already aroused pussy.
She emerges from her shower engaged in the now daily ritual of trying to use her fingers to comb out the tangles in her long, black hair. Jacob clears his throat and says, “Um…the Creep left you a present, I think.” He reaches over and picks the hairbrush off the wooden chair and offers it to his daughter.
Megan squeals happily and her smile is so sweet and engaging, one could easily fall in love with her. “I can’t believe it. He actually gave me a brush!” She spins and bounces around, joyfully, a beautiful sight that makes my slight effort worth the time spent a hundredfold. Megan looks up at the ceiling and shouts, “Thank you, Creep!”
I key my mike and reply, “YOU’RE WELCOME, DEAR.” I click the microphone off, choosing not to engage them now. Despite my little gift, the tension in the room is incredibly thick. I suspect that today things will happen.
Megan happily begins to brush out her hair while her father watches her with a slight smile. Soon enough, she encounters some serious resistance, as in just a few short days, she has developed some nasty snarls in her hair.
Jacob watches her struggle with the tangles for a few minutes and then says in a low voice. “I could help you with that, Megan.”
His daughter turns and looks at him, her expression one of surprise and skepticism giving way to a pleased, almost shy smile. “I’d like that, Dad,” she says in a quiet, almost childlike voice…the first really peaceful words she has spoken to her father since they first awoke here.
She takes a seat in the wooden chair and her father takes the brush and standing behind her, begins to brush the tangles out of her hair. There are several sharp tugs and a few winces and whimpers from Megan before the tangles are gone. Jacob continues to brush her hair as it dries from her shower. Both seem at peace for the first time, although the sexual tension is still thick within the room. Although both father and daughter are calm, they both appear aroused.
Megan’s nipples are hard, pebbly things and her legs are slightly parted, revealing her blossoming cunt lips, her pink meat glistening with sexual excitement. Jacob’s penis is rock hard and is slipping between the wide slats of the chair back to poke his daughter in the back, although Megan shows no outward sign of the contact.
As Jacob works, Megan’s hair regains its glossy sheen. “This is nice,” purrs Megan.
“Yes, it is,” murmurs her father in reply as he strokes her hair again and again.
“I used to love it when you brushed my hair after my bath when I was younger,” says Megan. “That was my favorite times.”
“Mine too, sweetheart,” says Jacob his voice full of love and regret.
“I remember that last night on Martha’s Vineyard; we were staying at that beach house on vacation when I was fourteen. The weather had been so wonderful…we’d played on the beach all day long and you took me sailing, Dad. Remember that?”
Jacob smiles and nods his head. “I remember, Megan.”
“That last night, we sat on the deck and watched that storm off shore…lightning flashing on the horizon. I’d taken a shower and we were sitting in that big deck chair and you brushed my hair for what seemed like hours. That was the most perfect moment of my life,” said Megan in a small voice.
“I was so happy and in love with you, Daddy. I knew you loved me…I could feel it just like I can feel it now.” Megan’s voice begins to rise…suddenly I can hear the anger building up.
Abruptly she stands up and swings around on her father. “And two fucking weeks later, you dumped me in that fucking boarding school!” She shakes a fist at her father, who backs up abruptly. “Why? Why did you abandon me like that? What made you stop loving me?”
Jacob’s face is etched with misery as he stammers. “I never stopped loving you. I, uh, I did what was best…you needed better looking after because of uh, demands of work!”
“BULLSHIT, DADDY!” screams Megan. “I loved you! I was in love with you! You were my everything…my life! And you fucking abandoned me!” She rushes her father and begins to pummel his chest with her fists.
Jacob is appalled by the onslaught. He reaches out and grabs her by the wrists. “No, Megan, don’t!” he begs. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I didn’t abandon you. It was for your own good!”
Tears flow down Megan’s face as she says, “How could leaving me be for my own good! I loved you…I thought you loved me and you went away…even in summer, you kept me in boarding schools and camps! Why?” She screams her question into her father’s face. “WHY?”
Shame flows across Jacob’s face as he mutters, “Because…because I loved you too much. I was afraid of what I might…might do to you!”
Shock widens Megan’s eyes. “Do? Do to me? What do you…?” Realization flows into Megan’s face. She breaks loose one hand and grabs hold of her father’s enormous erect penis. “You were afraid of fucking me with this thing?”
His face bright red with embarrassment, Jacob nods silently.”
This does not mollify Megan. “Fine…that explains things when I was young, but…” Her voice trails off and she squeezes her father’s cock till he moans and she is again nose to nose with him. “What about once I turned eighteen? YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU…EVERY GUY I EVER FUCKED I WAS PRETENDING IT WAS YOU!” She is sobbing now.
“I loved you so much…if you loved me, why didn’t you come to me and deal with how you felt…how I felt!” Megan releases her tight grip on her father’s cock, easing to a gentle stroke. Suddenly she leans forward and kisses her father roughly, her tongue running over his lips and forcing its way into his mouth.
Jacob grunts and tries to back away, running into the wall. “Megan, stop…we …we can’t do this.”
Megan pursues like an unstoppable force. “Tell me you don’t want it,” she says. Megan again kisses her father, thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth even as she slowly strokes his hard dick. Jacob groans and responds to the kiss, releasing her other arm even as he offers his daughter his tongue. They kiss passionately for a long minute.
Jacob breaks the kiss, gasping. “It’s wrong, Megan. You’re my daughter…you can’t…”
Megan grins evilly at her father. “You want it,” she hisses and suddenly drops to her knees. “You want your daughter to do this…you want your Megan to suck this cock, don’t you, Daddy?” Megan takes her father’s penis into her wide open mouth, sucking his cock with experienced ease. Up and down, her head bobs as she takes more and more of Jacob’s cock, until her lips are brushing his pubic hairs. The whole time, Megan is looking up at her father with soulful hazel eyes that match his own.
With a loud smack of her lips, Megan releases her father’s cock from her lips, a string of saliva and precum linking father and daughter, cock to lips. “You like it don’t you, Daddy…you like your baby girl sucking your big cock!” There is anger in her voice, and sarcasm, and underneath it all, hopefulness.
Jacob is speechless and he can only groan as he watches Megan return to his cock, sucking and licking with mad abandon…sucking him as if at any moment, this precious thing that she has longed for, for so many years, may yet be denied her. His cock becomes slick with his daughter’s saliva, her eyes always looking upward, even as his fingers intertwine in her luxurious black hair, urging her to move even faster up and down his swelling cock!
Jacob cries out in sudden orgasmic pleasure and Megan makes gobbling sounds as she expertly drinks the hot, creamy semen of her father that suddenly explodes into her mouth. Despite her obvious and experienced talent, so much man cream is flooding into her, she can’t swallow it fast enough and thick globes escape her luscious lips and oozes down her chin. Jacob’s knees buckle and only by leaning against the wall does he manage to stay upright. He sobs with joy and love, “Oh my God, Megan! I love you! I’ve dreamed of you doing that!”
Megan is still working furiously and does her level best to not allow her father to grow flaccid. She sucks his cock, milking every last available drop of sperm even as she maintains his erection. Satisfied with his erection, she releases him and falls backwards, now in a horizontal position, propping herself up by her elbows. Megan grins at Jacob through cum smeared lips and sneers, “Is that all you ever dreamed of Daddy? Don’t you want a little of this?” She relaxed onto her back and spreads her legs even as her hands spread wide her labia lips, revealing her sopping wet cunt flesh. Her inner thighs glisten from her freely flowing pussy juices. She thrusts her pelvis upwards, offering herself to her father. “Didn’t you ever dream of fucking me, Daddy?”
Jacob’s eyes widen and with a feral growl, he is upon his daughter’s body, kissing her passionately as he climbs between her legs, cock hard and seeking shelter in Megan’s hot, steamy cunt.
They literally catch me off guard. I barely have time to key the microphone and speak before Jacob can thrust his cock into his daughter’s vagina.
“THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS AT HAND!” I announce as I release the magnetic lock on the door, allowing it to swing open. “YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE BASIC TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. YOU MAY PROCEED TO EXPLORE THIS NEW ASPECT OF YOUR LIVES OR YOU MAY CHOOSE TO LEAVE.”
Megan gasps, thrusting her pelvis up in an effort to capture her father’s cock with her clasping pussy. She looks over at the open door in shock and dismay. Jacob gazes at the door for long seconds, frozen immobile, his erect penis brushing the wet, tender edges of his daughter’s labia.
Megan moans and whispers, “No, Daddy, please!” She flings her pelvis upwards, enveloping her father’s swollen cockhead in her pussy. “Fuck meee, Daddy. I’ve waited for soooo long! Fuck me now, Daddy!”
At the sensation of Megan’s hot, slippery cunt flesh, Jacob turns and looks down at her with lust glazed eyes. With a wordless snarl, he thrusts his cock into Megan’s pussy, burying himself inside her to the root in one swift motion. He wiggles his hips and then begins to piston himself madly in and out of his daughter’s cunt.
Megan screams in joy, pain, and delight, as Jacob pounds his cock into her pussy again and again. Her legs rise up and wrap around his back, heels digging into his taut ass cheeks, urging her father to sink his cock into her, more deeply and more quickly!
Father and daughter kiss passionately, tongues dueling, licking and biting at each other like lust maddened animals. Their incestuous lovemaking is virtually wordless at this point. Groans and cries of sexual abandonment fill the air.
I grin to myself as I realize both are oblivious to the fact that they are making fierce love on a cold, concrete floor with a polyurethane coating. What pain they might be feeling from that is overwhelmed by the fierce carnal dance they are performing.
Megan’s fingernails tear down Jacob’s back as he bites and tugs on her engorged nipples. Her fingernails dig in to his butt above her feet, urging him to fuck her harder. Their bodies are slick with fuck sweat and with Megan’s juices which are literally pooling beneath her raised ass. With each stroke of her father’s cock, a stream of cunt cream pours forth…his cock is coated with her juices. Megan leaves love bits all over her father’s chest and neck, drawing blood several times. Like cats in heat, their lovemaking is intense, passionate and violent, building in intensity as they approach climax.
Tears are pouring down Megan’s cheeks, so powerful is the incestuous pleasure coursing through her body. As she begins to writhe under her father’s strong body, she manages to sob, “I…Love…You…Daddy!”
Jacob sobs helplessly, so swept up in the moment that he has dreaded and dreamed of for years. At his daughter’s words, he can contain himself no more and with a shout of ecstatic triumph, thrusts deep into Megan’s pussy, and begins to cum inside his daughter’s womb! Megan’s orgasm detonates as her father’s seed bathes her insides and father and daughter clasp each other’s sweaty bodies tightly as they ride their incestuous orgasm to completion.
As they return to Earth, Jacob, his cock still tightly clasped by Megan’s pussy, rolls over, allowing his panting daughter to rest atop his heaving chest. Between gasps for air, father and daughter kiss, tenderly one moment, passionately the next. Megan’s slender legs drape down on each side of her father, revealing a wet pussy, jammed with cockmeat and dripping semen. Her labia visibly tremble with the little orgasmic aftershocks that continue to ripple over her body.
Still teary-eyed, she whispers to her father, “I love you, Dad! I’m coming home. I’m leaving school and I’m coming home forever. I’m not going to spend another day without you, Dad.” She squeezes his still stiff cock for emphasis as she kisses him and whispers, “I’m never letting go of you, Daddy!”
Jacob kisses her tear-streaked face, nodding in agreement. “I love you too, Megan. My sweet little darling, can you ever forgive me for all the lost years?” he sighs, barely in control of his emotions.
His daughter kisses him tenderly…all anger seemingly vanished. “Just keep making love to me, Dad. As long as I’m in your arms, everything is alright.” Again she massages his cock with her cunt for emphasis.
Jacob growls again and sits up with Megan in his lap now. Carefully with his hands on her hips and her arms wrapped around his neck, he moves into a kneeling position and then with great caution he slowly rises to his feet, his daughter still impaled on his immense erection. Megan moans softly as he walks them to the bed, her legs now wrapped tight around his waist, her juices running heavily, leaving cum drops on the floor.
With the same care, Jacob eases himself and his daughter onto the bed, his cock never leaving her wet, tight pussy! With amazing tenderness, Jacob begins to fuck his daughter, slowly thrusting in and out of Megan’s jism drenched cunt. Father and daughter make love slowly. What had been violent animal passion earlier is now pure love expressed between Megan and her father…love on every level, joining them body and soul. In awe and appreciation, I gaze upon the purity of incestuous love as Jacob and his child become one being, perfect in its erotic simplicity.
This bout of lovemaking between the newly joined father and daughter lasts and last…Jacob steadied by two previous orgasms lasts for a long time. Megan mewls and coos words of love to her father between orgasms. The room becomes humid and thick with their sweat and scents as father thrusts his cock into daughter’s steamy wet pussy again and again, daughter thrusting her body upwards to meet father’s thick meat slipping inside her hungry cunt.
As time passes, Jacob rolls himself and Megan over, placing her on top. His daughter grins lewdly as she moves her legs to a squat position and begins to piston herself up and down on her father’s swollen penis. Sweat drips off her face, long, black hair swaying as she rides Jacob, her firm breasts jiggling enticingly. A last orgasm begins to grow inside of her and she sighs, “I love you, Daddy!” before becoming slack jawed, eyes glazed with incestuous joy as she begins to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm. The view of his daughter quivering with incestuous ecstasy while impaled on his massive cock is too much for Jacob and he thrusts upward one last time and begins to fill Megan’s womb with his thick semen again.
Time seems to stand still as daughter and father are locked together in orgasm. Finally, Megan collapses on top of her father. She whimpers as Jacob’s penis finally succumbs to weariness and deflates and slips from Megan’s semen packed cunt with a wet plop. Jacob kisses his daughter’s tears away and both fall into a deep, restful sleep.
They awake several hours later in each other’s arms. They both smile and kiss. I see no visible signs of shame or remorse. They cuddle for a long time before noticing the “honeymoon” gift of champagne, fruit, and cheese, I have left them.
As they examine my gift, I finally speak. “IF I MAY INTRUDE,” I begin. “I WISH TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRIVELEGE OF SEEING THE TWO OF YOU MAKING LOVE. IT WAS INSPIRATIONAL TO SAY THE LEAST.
“You’re welcome,” replies Megan in a subdued voice.
Jacob stares up at the ceiling for a long time before responding. “Is this what you do? Bring family together so they’ll commit incest? Is that what happened to the others?”
“I WILL DECLINE TO ANSWER THAT, JACOB. ALL VISITORS TO MY I-ROOM DESERVE DISCRETION. WHAT OCCURS IN THE I-ROOM STAYS IN THE I-ROOM.
Jacob cocks his eyebrow in curiosity. “But you brought us here hoping that we’d fuck…um, have sex?”
“I BROUGHT YOU HERE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. THAT IS MY ULTIMATE GOAL FOR ALL MY GUESTS. TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT THEMSELVES…TO FULLFILL THEIR POTENTIAL. IN THE WORLD OUTSIDE, THERE ARE SO MANY BARRIERS THAT PREVENT US FROM SEEING THE TRUTH. THAT STOP US FROM PERCEIVING WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT. HERE, IN THIS ROOM, MY GUESTS CAN FACE WHAT IS REAL AND TRUTH AND ACT ON THE KNOWLEDGE GAINED.
“DO YOU, JACOB, REGRET WHAT HAS HAPPENED?”
Jacob blushes a little, but turns and puts his arm around his daughter’s waist and kisses her on the lips. “No. My only regret is denying my feelings longer than I should have.”
“AND MEGAN, ANY REGRETS?”
Megan shakes her head, smiling happily. “Only that you didn’t bring us here earlier. All my wishes have come true.” She says this even as she slips a hand down and begins to fondle her father’s semi-erect penis.
“What happens now, Creep?” asks Jacob.
” FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL DAYS, YOU WILL CONTINUE TO BE MY GUESTS…TO CONTINUE EXPLORING THE NEW WORLD YOU HAVE ENTERED. CONSIDER IT A HONEYMOON, MY GIFT TO YOU. AFTERWARDS…AFTERWARDS IS UP TO YOU. YOU HAVE LEARNED THE ESSENTIAL TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. WILL YOU REMAIN LOVERS?”
“Yes!” says Megan emphatically! “Now that I’ve had him, I’ll never give my father up!”
Jacob grins and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve learned I’m not going to win any arguments with her.”
I laugh in agreement. I bid them good day and remain quiet, allowing them to resume their discoveries of each other. And discover each other they do. I observe as they treasure each little discovery of each other. Megan astonished at how accomplished her father is at cunnilingus, seeming to know exactly where and what to kiss and tongue, seeking and finding every special pleasure spot of her pussy, making her cum so powerfully, that she literally showers his face with her pussy juices.. Jacob ejaculating in disbelief at the marvelous control his daughter has over her cunt muscles. I am enraptured watching both discovering that they are each anal virgins and their efforts to explore that aspect of their sexuality.
Theirs is a splendid and entertaining relationship to watch. Daughter a liberal, Father a conservative…they argue about everything, but in the end, always making up with passionate, incestuous lovemaking.
A week passes in which Megan and Jacob hungrily feast on each other, becoming inebriated with newly discovered depths of incestuous love. Their last night they go to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies slick with fuck sweat. They awake in bed in a good hotel near their home. They talk a long time, astonished that they are suddenly free. They talk about what they are about to face and how to deal with it. They end with a last, passionate bout of lovemaking.
The media storm explodes as Jacob alerts his superiors of his return. His position as an agent of the FBI makes the media frenzy more frantic than ever. But, (and I am pleased to hear it), both father and daughter parrot the same testimony as my previous guests have provided. No mention is made or even hinted of their newfound relationship.
When questions of sexual activity are asked, Jacob relies on the discretion of the brotherhood of law enforcement to quash such speculations. Privately, the officials challenge Jacob on what happened, although he and his daughter stick to their specific stories. His role as an investigator in the previous episodes is speculated as a possible motive as to his “abduction” as well, leading authorities to place surveillance on the investigators as well.
As the media circus pulls up stakes and moves on to the next big story, Jacob quietly submits his resignation, ending a distinguished twenty-eight year career. He and his daughter move to Boston where he uses his reputation and contacts to begin a security consulting firm. Megan works as his personal assistant. At home, they are living as husband and wife. Each continues to surprise the other with their sexual skills.
Six months after their visit to the I-Room, I send my attorney to them to give them a deposit book for five hundred thousand dollars and an offer to live on my remote island, free from discrimination and ignorance. Much to my representative’s surprise (and mine as well), Jacob refuses the money and the offer to come live with us. He flatly tells my attorney that while he appreciates that I have helped Megan and him to find a new life together, he finds the thought of taking money distasteful, perhaps even unethical. He also informs my representative that Megan and he are quite happy with their new lives and to thank me for that most valuable gift.
I am saddened that they haven’t chosen to share their lives with my special community, but am happy knowing that they have taken the huge step to realize their full potential as each other’s lover. I will always take care to watch Jacob and Megan. Their lives are worth taking note. In the time that has passed they have become closer…both as father and daughter and as lovers. So far, their union has borne only the fruit of their own happiness. But I know that more benefits will come. Megan has asked her father to give her a son.
Once again, I deem the I-Room to be a success. I will continue forward and anticipate the I-Room’s next visitors.

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Alright guys you’ve been married for years to your high school sweetheart and things are good! Remember the first time you got to fuck her how tight her lil pussy felt as it gripped so tight around your cock! Oh damn that was pure heaven am I right? Now some years later and after 2 kids its not the same at all,still feels good sure it does but not very tight. Well guys you want to know how to get her sweet pussy really tight like it was at first? Ok heres what you need to do! Go out buy some red candles to put around the tub for her,get some red rose bubble bath beads and get lots of red roses too! Alright now start the bubble bath going with hot water lite up the candles and throw rose peddles all around the bathroom! Now call her and surprise her with what you’ve done for her. Tell her to get in and relax for awhile leave her alone for about 10 minutes or so then start giving her a nice massage working her neck n shoulders real good. Now go work on her feet a lil slowly start working up her legs then climb into the tub with her and while holding her legs up on your shoulders slide your cock into her pussy go slow at first let the pace pick up as you fuck her real good faster n harder till your pounding her pussy like a wild man…now right when your ready to cum shove her head under the water and hold it there for a few seconds……that pussy will grip your cock tighter than it ever has done before thats for damn sure!!!

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Generations

He is the luckiest man in the world as his daughter then his granddaughter and then his great granddaughter give him their virginity

Planned on the internet

After contact on the internet, we planned to meet and get right down to business. Your guy was away and I had sneaked off on another “business errant”

Calving Signs – part 6

After dinner Terri ran downstairs to call Mark. Or rather, she walked reasonably quickly. In the heels and the short tight skirt it wasn’t very practical or easy to move fast. Bending over was hard, too.
She was worried. Yesterday night, Mark’s conspiracy theory of sexual alteration had seemed bizarre, with maybe a hint of truth somewhere inside. But after today…
“Come on… come on.. pick up…” Terri muttered, tapping the phone with her still-damp nails.
Mark answered on the sixth ring. His voice was like a deep bell, and whenever it rang, it sent shivers down Terri’s excited thighs. She picked up a bottle of nail polish, borrowed from her Mom, and unscrewed the top. Painting her nails would calm her down.
”Mark!” she said, checking her nails. “Thank god! How’re you holding up and stuff?”
“Bad,” Mark admitted. “I’ve been trying to do some internet research to figure out what’s going on, but it’s so slow. How’re you?”
“Worried. Kind of scared,” Terri chimed. Even so, her voice seemed to gush when she was talking to the guy. He was very… trustworthy. She felt safe, talking to Mark. “I did what you asked and kept an eye out for strange things, today. It’s starting to get totally scary.”
She refreshed her nail polish while she talked. Terri had already put a coat on, that morning, after watching her Mom’s pretty fingers work a chef’s knife. Her own had suddenly seemed so dull and ordinary.
Now she liked to watch them glitter and shine while she did chores.
“What did you find?” Mark said.
“Um, okay,” Terri said. Just his voice scattered her thoughts. “There’s two girls and two guys living here, right? Oh! And Pastor Flynn. He’s weird. So Candice, she’s the one with the cute black hair and the yummy legs, okay? And she loves high heels, she’s got like thirty of them in her room.”
“Uh, okay,” Mark said.
“I had to go clean Darrell’s room. That’s part of my chores. He’s like a foreman or something like that. Candice stops me just before I’m about to go in. She says “Terri, why don’t I make sure you get it exactly like Darrell likes it.” Plus she’s wearing this teeny-tiny black skirt and these skyscraper heels.”
She paused. “Do you like big heels, by the way?”
“Sure?” Mark said. Terri made a mental note. She shook her hands to dry the nails.
“At first she lets me work. Then she says “No, no, let me do that,” and readjusts how I made his bed,” Terri said. “Okay, fine. Next, she grabs my feather-duster, just to “show me how to get his desk right.””
Terri shook her head. “I stood there for fifteen minutes while she bounced around the room, cleaning up. And every time she bent over, guess what?”
“What?”
“No panties!” Terri exclaimed. “And she bent over a lot. I don’t think she even noticed me! She had shaven everything. Everything! She seemed so happy to be working on his stuff. You could tell it was starting to get her wet. She re-made the bed for a third time, dusted everything, pulled his socks up, and flashed her pussy at me.”
Mark liked the word “pussy.” She could tell by his indrawn breath. Terri made a note of that, too. Then she started to ease down her own shorts. The memory was a hot one. Even her growing concern couldn’t beat her constant thrumming libido.
“So what else did you notice?” Mark managed.
“My own Mom.”
“Huh?”
Terri took a deep breath. “She works outside all day. Gardening and stuff. I go outside, just in time to see her disappear into this shed we have out back. I wait and wait, and she doesn’t come outside for nearly a half-hour. I’m just standing there in the sun.”
Actually, she had found the sun and the wind to be very nice. Terri had slipped inside a nook in the building and quickly brought herself off to an outdoorsy kind of climax.
“When she finally comes out, her shirt is soaking wet.”
“What does that mean?” Mark asked, puzzled.
“I don’t know! So I went into the shed to find out. But the only thing that was there was the fridge where the Reverend keeps his homemade ice cream. But it smelled… not right. Like… like we were in a barn.”
Dinner had been the worst part.
Both Patricia and Candice had come home at least two hours earlier then normal working hours, then disappeared into their rooms. When they emerged, the black-wearing Professionals had disappeared, replaced by cooing displays of girl, dressed up in satin and pastels. Candice had on another of her teetering pair of heels, along with a short pink skirt and a clubwear rubber white corset. Patricia had laced herself into a slinky green dress. And no bra.
Both had surprisingly large tits.
“They acted like they were the maids!” Terri moaned. “They watched Ronald and Darrell the entire time. They refilled their drinks. They took their plates. They giggled whenever they talked. I don’t think they said anything. They were like little toys for the men!”
And, even with her mouth full of ice cream, Terri had noticed when Ronald’s hand crept up Patricia’s skirt. The brunette flushed, and leaned back against her chair, ice cream forgotten. Anne had walked by—she had to have seen!—and not done anything.
Candice had left with Darrell’s hand firmly up the back of her skirt, leaning on his arm.
Of course, that had left Terri to clean up. At least she had gotten Patricia’s ice cream.
“That’s everything?” Mark prodded.
“Y-yeah. What do you think it means?” Terri asked, worried. Her free hand had managed to pull down both skirt and panties, and was lightly stroking at the outside of her slit. Mark would have an answer. He was really smart. He worked with computers.
“I don’t know. I wish I did. I only have questions. Terri, have you noticed any… physical changes?”
“Um, yeah,” she said. She was touching them right then. “My boobs are bigger. I think that’s just all the ice cream, though.”
“What about your… sex drive?” Mark said.
Terri blushed. “I’m, uh, actually touching myself right now. My slit.”
There was a short pause. “Really.”
Terri took it as encouragement. “I get really hot all day, you know? So yeah, I’m kind of slipping a finger… in and out… of my pussy…” she whispered the final word. “It’s weird, I’m so worried, but I see all these things, and it’s… so fucking hot.”
“Oh,” Mark was breathing heavily, now. “I asked about getting bigger because… my dick is larger. Then it used to be.”
Terri’s heart skipped a beat. She remembered his cock very well. And its scent. “How much bigger?”
“A lot bigger. I’m… touching it right now.”
“Are you thinking of me?” Terri asked. Her worries were starting to vanish. She kept up her own eager strokes.
“Yeah, I am, but… Terri, I shouldn’t be this turned on. I want to fuck you. I want to split you apart, and cum inside of you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
Terri groaned, happily. That sounded… good to her.
“No! It’s not normal! I—ahhh!” Mark said.
He was coming. He had to be. Terri wished he was there, coming on top of her tits, creating a waterfall of cum. She added a third finger, pumped it in and out. She came, moaned and hissed her orgasm over the phone.
Both teenagers panted, at each other, over the line.
“Look, Terri, I’m coming over first thing tomorrow,” Mark told her. “Don’t touch yourself or anything until then. This is getting out of control.”
Don’t touch herself? Terri gritted her teeth. Already she was starting to feel warm again. But if Mark was right.. and something weird was going on…
“I’ll do it,” she said. For him. “But please… hurry.”
* * *
Mark showed up at eight the next morning. Anne met him at the door, dressed in a white cotton blouse and a knee-length jean skirt. Her face was elaborately made up, and she wore two large hoop earrings that dangled nearly to her shoulder. The sun beat down on both of them.
“Hi, uh, Terri’s Mom,” he said, muscles shifting under a plain t-shirt.
“Anne. I’m Anne. Come in. Here so early?”
Terri was in the kitchen, up to her elbows in the morning round of dishes. Since Mark had ordered her not to play with herself, the only activity left was her Mom’s cooking. Terri had worked her way through a pig’s worth of hot links, then channeled her now-usual morning rush of tit-play into cleaning up.
“Mark!” she said, hugging him with sopping wet hands. Her breasts pushed up against his chest, happy to see him.
Anne just watched, her arms crossed, with that never-quite-gone smile.
“You two have fun,” she said, lingering on the last word. “Don’t forget that you have dusting and varnishing to do, later today.”
“Okay, Mom,” Terri said, and seized Mark by the hand, drawing him back downstairs. There she hugged him harder, running her hands over his back. His chest was so broad she couldn’t get her hands all the way around. It didn’t bother her.
He made sure to sit in the computer chair, so that she had to sit on the couch, far away from each other. Mark swept his eyes up and down her body, and she flushed with heat.
“Terri,” he said, “Do you usually look so…” he searched for the words “…good? First thing in the morning?”
Terri glanced down. She was just wearing an old t-shirt from High School and a skirt.
“It’s not my fault,” she pouted. “I’ve been, you know, swelling. Just like you.” She tugged on the t-shirt. It gripped her tits, showing them off, and her nipples fought against them. “My boobs didn’t used to be this big. Now they’re all enormous and stuff.”
They also dominated her thoughts. It used to be that her boobs were a slight distraction. Now they demanded constant attention, cut off any views of her feet, and flushed with pleasure at any slight sensation.
The skirt was no better. It had been a casual jean skirt, just above knee-length. With wide hips and a dainty waist it rode up high. Very high. He could probably see her panties. She checked to make sure he could.
“Yeah, okay, I get that,” Mark said, soothing. “But what about the makeup?”
“What about it?” Terri said, puzzled. She looked in the mirror on the bathroom door. Dark red lipstick, layer on layer, until it perfectly matched the luster on her nails. Big, wide eyes, accentuated with liner. But no concealer or anything like that.
“It’s just that you look.. great. You look great.” Mark was sweating. He pulled on his shirt. It was starting to bead up with perspiration.
They both looked at the floor. It was spotless. She had cleaned it twice already this morning.
Terri sniffed. Something smelled good. Nothing she could put her finger on. Just something… good.
“It’s not just physical stuff,” Mark said. “Terri, you went to college, right? You like literature and books and culture?”
“Sure, of course!” Terri said.
“How many books have you read since you came home?”
Terri thought about it. “Um. None. But I’ve been busy!”
“I’m not sure that’s it,” Mark said, shaking his head. “All I want to do is… fuck. Not have sex, or make out. Crazy, sweaty, breeding. It’s insane. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to goof around on the Internet. I see a girl, and all I can think is: what would she look like naked? Is she seeing anyone? What do her tits look like? Is she pregnant? If not, how can I fuck her?”
“I’m not pregnant,” Terri offered.
Mark clutched the seat armrest and shuddered. “Yeah. I know,” he whispered. His eyes flickered across her stomach.
Terri urged her legs to cross. They didn’t want to. They wanted to give Mark a better look at what he was thinking about, to slink towards him, to wrap themselves around them.
“You’re bigger too, huh?” she said, softly. Her voice sounded so slinky, these days. It matched her tits. “Your… penis?”
“Yeah,” Mark said. He shifted it, under his shorts. It was obvious just how large it was. It had to hurt, keeping it locked down in there, a powerful tool made for fucking women senseless. Terri’s lips opened.
“Can I… see it?” She offered. “Just for looking at it. I mean, to measure it. I should probably keep… like a record. So we can see how big it gets.”
Mark paused, tried to fight the urge. But he was already standing up, unzipping his shorts, pulling them down over hairy, rugged legs. His boxer shorts looked aggrieved, bent at an impossible task. When he finally pulled the elastic down, they groaned.
Terri nearly groaned, too. Was he even larger then yesterday? Was it just her first good look? His cock was beautiful, sticking straight out, proud, with a big red head and a long shaft.
She inhaled. That smell was back. Stronger then before. It called to her, bypassed anything she used for rational thought, and touched at ancient urges and nerves she didn’t even know she had. From way back when, when mankind was barely civilized, and sex was about rutting in the dirt. This time her legs sprang open, pointed at Mark’s dick.
“Don’t come any closer,” Mark said, uneasily.
It was too late. Terri was already drooling, primal, lost in the sight of his urgent, quivering cock. She got on hands and knees, knuckled over to the member, examined it closely with wide eyes. Mark squeezed his eyes shut, tried to keep from staring into the valley of cleavage.
“I just want.. a closer look,” Terri lied, to herself. Her body was firmly in control. Her mouth swished with spit.
“Terri, don’t… Jesus, Terri!” Mark whispered, when she slipped her mouth on top of it.
It spurt cum almost immediately, not an orgasm, just a welcoming burst of hot, creamy fluid. It was amazing, salty and sweet at the same time, and Terri eagerly lapped it down. She had never taken a cock into her mouth before, but it was easy, natural, fun.
She looked up as she bobbed up and down. The important thing, she knew, was that Mark enjoyed himself. True, her pussy was sending strong “need” signals, and her boobs burned, but he came first. That’s how boys and girls worked. Her body knew what to do. It was made for pleasure, with big boobs and a hot, sensual figure. She just had to… drift away.
“Fuck, Terri, what are we… ahh… do that thing with your tongue again,” Mark said. He grabbed her hair, and she did that thing with her tongue, easing it down the length of the hardness inside her mouth.
“You smell so good,” she said, briefly letting go. “I need… more…”
Mark nodded, still pushing hard. She struggled to keep him down, but gagging seemed impossible, with something this delicious filling her.
“Scent,” he said. “It’s got to be … scent. That new factory. That’s it! It must have put something… in the water!”
Terri smiled. She sucked even harder, diligently, until he came in her mouth, flooding her with salty, sexy boy-juices. She kept him in her mouth as long as she could, just enjoying the smell of his sweat, filtering into her head. Then she lazed back to the bed and lied back down. Her pussy, wet and willing, shone through her panties. Mark, still dripping down, had a beautiful view.
“Christ,” he said. “I’m getting hard again.”
Terri rubbed her legs together, smiling.
* * *
They lost their virginity without really thinking about it.
First Terri’s toes extended to the ceiling, flexing, coursing with the pleasure of being completely filled. Then they closed around her man’s back, pushing into his skin, urging him onwards. Her ass pushed deep into the mattress, nearly to the floor. Her vision blurred, and caught flashes of his snarling, screwed-up face.
Mark pushed all the way, then pushed even harder. She felt delicious, stretched, and complete. That hole she had always had was finally getting properly satiated. The very tip of his cock touched at something far within her, and she spasmed around him, wrapping her arms around his head.
Her man grunted, pushed roughly back and forth, without finesse. His cock pulled back, waited briefly at the tender folds of her pussy, and then went back in, setting off fireworks with each eager inch. He didn’t bother to explore her body. He was using it for his own enjoyment. And that was such a turn-on.
It was already messy sex. Mark had never stopped drooling cum from his cock, and she was wet. Their fluids mixed together, combined into a heady combination of pheromones and seed.
“You’re sure you’re on birth control?” Mark said, the cultured boy briefly emerging from the grunting, sweating male marking his territory all over her.
“Are you worried I’ll get pregnant?” Terri said. The word set something off in Mark’s head. He redoubled his pace, needy and frantic, and reached up to maul her tits. His hands were rough, thumbing at her nipples, and she loved it.
“Pregnant… big fat titties… big tummy…” she said, testing each word. They sparked more and more effort from Mark, until she was a quivering bundle of nerves, wrapped around a dick. Talking wasn’t possible.
Mark came. He howled, like an animal, and dumped another huge load of cum inside of her. It swam up her cunt, down her thighs, and pooled on the carpet. When he pulled out another gusher landed on her stomach, spreading white fluid around her belly button. More of that delicious, beautiful smell rose from it.
Her boy came back down. He looked afraid, unsure of himself, and studied his finally-softening cock with something close to fear.
“You’re SURE sure you’re on the pill?” he said.
“I’m sure!” Terri insisted, still riding the waves of fun herself.
But she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to be.
* * *
She had to talk to Anne, if only to find out what her role was in this small-town transformation. True, Anne had been acting… different. But at least she wasn’t boy-crazy, or acting like an airhead, or mooning over a big pregnant belly, like everyone else. She had even picked up those birth control pills for her daughter.
And besides, Terri had to admit, who else could she trust in this town?
Anne was knitting in the parlor, in the big, upholstered chair. Weeks worth of dedicated cleaning had paid off. The floor shone with waxed and polished wood. Everything was nicely dusted and re-dusted. Even the walls looked brighter in the mid-morning sun.
“Mom, I need to talk to you about…” Terri began.
Then she noticed Patricia and Candice.
The two girls were diligently toying with knitting needles, trying to pick up the motions. Both wore perfect makeup, with painted smiles and coquettish eyelashes that batted on general principle. They appeared to be knitting little booties.
“Terri, can you do me a favor, dear?” Anne said, placid as always. “These girls wanted to learn how to do a little housework. I told them they could follow you around during your afternoon chores”
Both of the Professionals leapt up, eagerly. Terri bit her lip. Whatever had infected the town, it had bit these two especially hard. When they sprang up two mammoth pairs of boobs bounced up and down. It ruined their credibility, made them look like puffed up tit job recipients without a thought between the two. They had huge eager eyes and vapid, empty smiles.
And they had each put together their own version of a maid’s outfit. Candice had outdone herself with heels; it was unclear how she even walked on the pinpoint stilettos with the bow strap on front. Cobweb-style pantyhose climbed up her legs, and didn’t bother to make it all the way under a white and black French Maid skirt.
Patricia was even worse. She had worn a latex blue dress that failed to hide either boobs or butt. The zipper ran, blatant and enticing, along the side of the outfit.
“I thought you could start with dusting,” Anne said, needles flashing. “Since it’s your specialty.”
* * *
The girls were depressingly keen on it. They nearly fell over each other, to get their turn dusting things. They asked endless, inane questions about dusting. Different fabrics. How often. Hard to reach spots. Dust bunnies: what were they.
And they couldn’t seem to help but let their asses trail in the air, or to bend over while they worked, so that their boobs nearly popped out.
“This is fun!” Candice pronounced, tittering. “I like how clean everything gets after you clean it.”
Patricia agreed that it was nice that things got cleaned.
“Don’t you have an advanced degree?” Terri prodded.
“What’re you saying? That I can’t do housework like a nice girl because I have an Accounting degree from UT?” Patricia sniffed. She had worn underwear, but it was silky and matched her outfit perfectly.
“I am a lawyer,” Candice announced. She tittered. “I handle papers and stuff. And…” she groped to remember what else she did, “and other legal stuff.”
“What about your jobs?”
“Oh, we asked the boys to handle our things today,” Candice said, dismissive. “It’s a boring job, anyway. Darrel and Ronald said they’d let us know when we need to go back.”
At the mention of the men, the two girls looked at each, and giggled.
And, despite herself, Terri found it.. nice… to fall back into the ordinary routine of housework. The two girls hung on her every word, admiring her work, nodding vigorously when she explained something so simple a kid could’ve figured it out. When they smiled, which was constantly, she smiled along with them.
“Don’t you want to go back to work?” she said, idly, when they were mopping together.
Both girls shook their heads so hard their tits jiggled. “This is so much better!!” Patricia announced. “It’s so… relaxing. You just kind of do it, and let your mind wander.”
The two giggled, again. Terri froze.
What had Mark said about that? Right, that the town was making everyone stupid. Was she turning dumb, too?
Had she read a book, or a magazine, or anything? No, she had done housework, with a happy, lazy grin, eaten ice cream, and masturbated. And that was it. Basking in that inescapable feeling of… contentment.
There had to still be time to somehow stop from becoming a contented, horny, dumbo. Terri tossed down her mop, left the two bimbos to finish up the housework, and stomped off to find her Mother.
* * *
This time, she was drinking tea with Pastor Flynn. The Reverend was in casual attire, for him, khakis and a long-sleeved shirt. He looked strange outside of all black. That same, intimidating aura hung on him, but now on a middle-aged man who used too much hair cream.
“Terri!” he said, happily. “I’m sorry I haven’t seen much of you, recently. I’ve been very busy this past week. Caring for herds, you know how it is.”
“Hi Pastor Flynn,” Terri said, impatient. “Isn’t it caring for flocks?” It felt strange to contradict the man. He had a way of looking at you that heavily implied you were on display, and should act accordingly. Terri felt like sticking her chest out for grading. She hoped she got an A.
“You’re looking very nice, Terri,” Flynn said. Anne, next to him, nodded approvingly.
Terri took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, but there was no stopping it. Compliments had a way of sparking her sex drive, unstoppable, leaking juice into her still cum-filled slit and sparking her nipples. She tossed her hair back, and her legs quaked.
“Pastor,” she squeaked, her legs tensed, “can I talk to Anne for a—“
“Actually, we were just talking about you,” Pastor Flynn said. “We were wondering when you planned on returning to college.”
College? Terri hadn’t thought about college since… since her first night here, actually. Why was that? Her head felt sluggish, confused and assaulted by the remaining tingles from her morning fucking. Critical thinking was too much to ask after so many surges of endorphin-laced pleasure…
“I guess I hadn’t really thought about it?” she said.
“And why did you leave in the first place, exactly?” Flynn said. He sipped at his tea, loudly.
A week and a half ago, the question would’ve pushed her out of the room, snorting, incandescent with rage. Now it was hard to actually recall what it had been. Whatever it was, it had devastated her. Terri had stopped eating, stopped going to class, let her grades plummet until the suspension notice arrived by e-mail.
“Something… about a boy?” she said, uncertain. It was all so blurry, now. Everything she had done in college. She must’ve gone to classes, right? Learned… things. About stuff. It had all drifted away, leaving behind a confused blonde with melon-shaped boobs.
Flynn chuckled. “Isn’t that always the way?” he said. He was so understanding. “College relationships are so rocky. Nothing like the old style—meet a boy, shove your tits in his face, and let him knock you up. Works like magic. Or so I’ve heard.”
Had the good Pastor said… tits? That couldn’t be right. Terri was too distracted simply by trying to keep cum from leaking down her legs. A new breath of hot wind ignited in her head from the idea of Mark knocking her up.
“What Pastor Flynn is talking about,” Anne interrupted, from her perch on the old chair. “is that we’re thinking of making the house into an official Bed and Breakfast. Calving is getting a lot of visitors, visitors with money, and we could charge more if we were registered.”
“So what does that have to do with me?” Terri said. She was going back to college… right? She certainly wasn’t going to stay here, and let Mark fill her with his hot, salty cum, and pump out babies for him. That just wasn’t… her. Right?
She felt dizzy. Running a conversation while thinking at the same time was so hard, for a girl.
“We’d need your help to run the place,” Anne explained. “You would be the maid. Except we would be paying you, of course. And you’d have to wear a uniform. Would you like that, dear?”
A uniform? One of the black French maid outfits the Professionals had shown up in, only tailored to hide a pregnant belly, Mark’s baby. No—fit to show it off—to demonstrate to all the visitors that she was a knocked up slut.
Anne and Flynn took another sip of tea. Sperm leaked down her thighs, despite her best efforts.
“You don’t have to decide right now, dear,” Anne said. “Why don’t you get dressed? The ladies are coming over for book club, and you’ll be serving tea. I have an outfit picked out for you.”
She reached behind her, behind her pile of knitting, and her unopened copy of Invisible Man. The outfit was one slight sheath of white and black, made out of silk, and with little tassles on the fringe of the too-short hem. It was hard to imagine how she could squeeze it over her big, floppy boobs.
“Okay, Mom,” Terri said. A part of her kept fighting. A small part, and growing smaller.
* * *
The Ladies had refreshed their wardrobes over the past week. They filtered into the sitting room, brilliant in bright colors, wearing huge smiles to go along with their jewelry and high heels. They settled comfortably into chairs, clutching fresh and untouched copies of Invisible Man.
Terri filtered among them. She felt calm, at ease, placid. The dress had fit very well. Her boobs were huge now, too big even for her hands. She had rolled them around with her fingers, felt the comforting weight pull on her body. Funny how the rest of her body hadn’t gotten much bigger. A little more weight at the hips, a little bit more padding all around, filling her out.
She bent over carelessly, letting everyone see the tops of her stockings. They had come with the outfit, and they were dark black. The ladies didn’t seem to mind. They were too excited to get big bowls of Flynn’s ice cream.
Terri took a big drink of water from the kitchen before she could think about it.
“Oh, right,” she thought, hazy. Mark was sure it was full of chemicals and hormones and stuff, making her big and stupid and horny. Well, she had only had two glasses. It probably wouldn’t do any more damage.
Anne took her seat, triggering the meeting. There wasn’t even a pretense of discussing the book. The ladies immediately set to gossip—who was pregnant, who wasn’t pregnant, who was fucking who. In graphic and unashamed detail, complete with hand gestures.
“Ladies,” Anne said, breaking in, “I’ve invited two new members. Candice and Patricia have been staying with us, you might have seen them working at the factory.”
The two Professionals flounced in. They hadn’t changed their outfits. But they had clearly been busy with each other. Both had flushed, red cheeks and mussed hair, and kept throwing happy looks at each other. They bounced into their seats and didn’t bother to cross their legs. Neither wore panties.
“I think Candice has an announcement for us,” Anne said, smiling. She pushed her hair back and gestured at the new Maid.
“I’m pregnant!” Candice squealed, beaming. She was crying, she was so happy. “I’ve got a baby in me!”
The ladies cooed, excited, and everyone applauded.
Patricia’s mouth hung open. “Ohmygosh,” she shrieked. “I’m pregnant too!” Patricia and Candice launched themselves across the room, hugging in a big-titted display of joy. Their hands pawed at each other, excited and busy.
The ladies went wild with approval. Terri stood there, with the tea kettle limp in her hands. Both of them? They were going to get heavy, with even larger boobs.. how much bigger could they get?
“They’ve both quit their jobs to help out with our new Bed and Breakfast,” Anne said. “We’re very excited.” She paused, and for nearly the first time, her docile smile disappeared behind a sad little line. “You know, Terri was the last I could have. So it’ll be nice to Mom around just a little bit more.”
Her Mom was… infertile? Because of her? Terri hadn’t known that.
“And maybe a grandmother, soon enough?” Mrs. Pritchard cooed. “I heard about Terri and Mark. Such a nice, strong boy.”
The eyes shifted to Terri.
“I’m not pregnant,” Terri told them, backing away, resistance flaring. “I’m not a big-boobed Mommy like everyone else in this town.”
They all laughed.
“Oh, Terri, look down at yourself,” Mrs. Collie said, cocking her head. “You’ve got the boobs, you’ve got the big hips. You’re practically designed to have kids. They’ll slip right out of you. You won’t even notice.”
“No.. no, we’re using protection,” Terri said. Did she just admit she was fucking Mark? There were so many eyes on her…
“Protection, of course,” Mrs. Pritchard said, condescending nicely. “I’m sure those pills will do a wonderful job when Mark dumps a full load of cum inside of you. Or has he already?”
More giggling.
“I… I have to go,” Terri said. She could feel the eyes on her tits, on her stomach, on her moist slit. She had to get out of there, to run away.
To masturbate so hard that the ladies upstairs tittered some more.
* * *
“They’re like… teenagers,” Erica thought, numb.
It was nearly 5 in the afternoon. That meant that Robert was about to return home from his job as—she shuddered—some kind of construction tool. And that, in turn, meant the daily welcome-home ritual between him and the slutty cow that used to be Erica’s sister.
Deanna’s reaction was pathetic. When there was still an hour to go she began to watch the clock, turning towards it to check the tick. She would rub anxiously at her stomach, just now starting to show the first bulge of her pregnancy. She would toy relentlessly with her always-brief skirt, or tug at her figure-hugging shorts with the button undone. When she thought her sister wasn’t looking, she stroked at the undersides of her—huge!—breasts.
Of course, she was hard to engage at the best of times, these days. Once upon a time Deanna had been the prize student in the family, The One Who Got The Brains. She had graduated from High School at the top of her class, and been set to go to the very best college. Even when she had rebelled against her upbringing, run off with a brawny, dumb man, the family had figured she’d grow out of him. How could she not? Breeding would tell.
The brainy Deanna had disappeared. Her interests were limited to: Robert, pregnancy, sex, and daytime television. If Erica tried to talk politics, or literature, she listened patiently, rubbed her stomach, and then changed the subject back to something inane.
Robert arrived home. “Ding-dong!” he said, as he always did on the front step. Erica sneered.
He crashed through the front door, as always, sweating and enthusiastic. He caught his expanding wife up in a bear hug, kissed her—indecently—and then the two made out where they had met. If she hadn’t been there, Erica was half sure they would simply fuck on the carpet.
She wiped a bead of sweat off her own forehead.
But what was really bothering Erica was the—there was no other word—the scent.
It was maddening.
Whatever it was, it kept assaulting her at odd times. She would be walking around the house, and this strange, musky odor would creep into her head. And then she would have to look around, sniffing, trying to get another burst of the smell.
Erica knew it was making her do strange things. She stalked around the house when Deanna was gone, trying to get another hit. She dug through cupboards and prowled bedrooms, looking for it, aching for it.
And when she did get a hit, she was inevitably in her bedroom within minutes, rubbing furiously at her puffy and swollen tits. They had taken to the country air, just like her sisters.
Robert and Deanna retreated to the bedroom, leaving her to do the cooking, again. But Erica couldn’t seem to mind. She had gotten two hits in there, just yesterday.
* * *
She finally found the scent in the bedroom.
Not hers, although the guest bedroom was perfumed by her embarrassed and extremely erotic self-play sessions.
Deanna and Roberts. Erica eased into it, increasingly desperate, while Deanna was out running errands.
The couple had a small, twin-sized bed, with cheap sheets. Deanna’s side was barely used. They apparently slept nearly on top of each other. Or—the erotic imagery was getting more frequent and indecent—with him inside of her.
Robert’s boxer shorts sat on the carpet, flung halfway across the room. Deanna typically kept a spotless house; boring cleaning had become one of her few passions. She must not’ve had time to toss it into the wash.
The scent seemed to grow out of the disgusting, wrinkled shorts.
Erica inhaled, tried to stop herself, and failed. She willed her fingers to stop, and they reached out to grab the discarded pair of underwear. It was still sticky with what had to be drying cum, from last night’s adventures fucking the shit out of her sister.
Erica lowered her nose to it.
When she came to, she had fallen backwards onto the bed, and was pawing lewdly at her own tedious pair of pants. The underwear was just underneath her nose, Robert’s scent filling her, completing her. Making her understand—her sister hadn’t chosen Robert. Robert had chosen her, and all she could do, as a girl, was to simply obey.
And get fucked, of course. Erica finally managed the zipper, plunged two fingers into her slit. Two more followed, all the way up her cunt, until she dripped onto their bed. She was unused to masturbation, and had to teach herself where to touch, where to stroke, how to grab at her nipples to add to the burning heat in her head. She bucked, shaking the bedsprings, cumming wildly in a spray of juice.
Eventually she stopped, out of exhaustion. One hand rested on her tits, another lingered just inside her pussy, and Erica fell asleep.
When she woke up, her sister sat on the bed, on top of her.
She was giggling, amused, and wore hot pink shorts with another slutty halter top.
“Deanna… I can… this isn’t…” Erica said, propping herself up. “It’s not my fault. There’s something… some sort of drug..” Her pants were still bunched around her ankles.
“You want this, don’t you?” Deanna said, smirking. She waved the underwear in front of Erica’s nose. Erica nodded, weakly. She did need more. So much more.
“Then why didn’t you just say so?” Deanna said. “Lets get you all ready, sis! Oh, this is going to be fun! We’ll be sisters together!”
“I’m not going to be… like you..” Erica said. Her sister arched an eyebrow, then slipped a finger into Erica’s still available snatch. It sunk to the hilt. Erica groaned. Stopping this madness never occurred to her.
How could anything feel that good?
What was happening to her?
* * *
It was nearly time for Robert to come home.
It had been a long and mortifying day.
She was wearing pink. Erica had never worn pink in her whole life, just a long stretch of blacks, greys, and browns. Sensible clothes.
And she certainly hadn’t shown off her ass. Now it waited just beneath a daringly brief skirt, coupled with pink pantyhose that Deanna had picked out.
She had tried to draw the line at the pink panties. But every time she got the will to resist up, Deanna would just wave that pair of boxer shorts in front of her, and she gave in. By the end of the day she just looked at her purse, where they were, and Erica gave in.
Deanna had decided to show off her ass “until your titties come in.” That sounded ominous. Her boobs were nicely sized. A decent handful. Was she about to pop out sweater-kittens like her sister’s new rack?
Erica licked her lips and tried not to want them.
The bustier made her look like trash. It was light green. It didn’t really match the skirt, actually, but Deanna seemed to care only for what the outfit did show, rather then what it didn’t.
Deanna had allowed her one orgasm, in the changing room. She had been surrounded by girls in the same horny daze, flying through cheap, slutty clothes as fast as they could throw them on. All had large boobs held back by complicated bras. So many were pregnant. So many had boobs leaking white milk. Erica had screamed an orgasm and no one had even thought it strange.
The town was insane. Girls walked around in a blissed-out haze, either pregnant or clearly planning it, and not a single one in anything less then a two-inch heel. The couples groped each other, hands up skirts, and the outlines of monster-sized cocks were always obvious down the front of the male’s pants.
Deanna kept chatting about their “future together.” They were going to have babies, and big milky boobs, and take turns fucking Robert. She assured Erica that he had enough “cum and dick” for both of them.
Erica just nodded. That was good. Right? Then Deanna waved the scent in front of her, again.
They stopped at the diner for lunch. Deanna met up with her new friends, equally vacuous young girls with swelling tummies and no brains. They had chatted idly about looking hot with a preggo tummy. Erica had been served a milkshake by a dark-haired girl in tight blue shorts. The nametag read “Susan!”
In the middle of lunch, Deanna innocently slipped a finger under her sister’s skirt, and fingered her greased up clit. Erica had nearly gotten the will to fight back, to charge out of their, get into the Mercedes, and drive madly away.
Then she had spread her legs wider.
Now it was 4:30. Deanna was trying to explain to her what she had to do to get Robert to unleash more of that delicious, wonderful scent on her. But she couldn’t seem to pay attention to the most simple of directions.
Instead, she kept looking at the clock.
* * *
Robert busted through the door, ready with his usual enthusiastic smile and bear hug.
Instead, his wife was positioned on the couch, giggling like mad and touching herself. He frowned, puzzled. What was this all about?
Deanna pointed down, at his feet.
Erica, her snotty sister, was kneeling just in front of Robert’s pants. Her meager tits were open for display, underneath a halter, and she had long, smooth legs covered up with shiny pink. Her eyes glistened.
“Go ahead and fuck her, honey!” Deanna said. “But I told her to suck your cock, first.”
He shrugged. Robert wasn’t much into critical thinking these days. Working hard all day and fucking his wife all night seemed to pretty much cover his needs. Why turn down free head?
“Then you’re going to get her knocked up,” Deanna announced.
Robert’s cock sprang to attention. Now Erica had his full interest. As much as he loved his wife’s growing tummy, and the big chest that came with it, there was just something about depositing a load in a fertile womb. It… called to him.
Erica fumbled with his fly. She had pink painted fingernails. Those were new.
It sprang free. Robert was proud of his dick. It had grown impressively, in just the past month. Now it snaked down his leg. It came matched with large red balls, stuffed with sperm. Deanna had assured him that it was amazing.
“Go ahead, suck it,” Deanna urged. But Erica seemed to be just concentrating on her breathing, sniffing, weirdly, over his dick. Finally, sighing at her inexperience, Robert maneuvered his cock to her lips, and pushed in.
Erica seemed startled. A bit of the self-assured, condescending sister pushed back, and her eyes bulged, protesting against the warm cockhead pushing its way towards her throat. Then Robert let loose with a early jet of precum.
After that, Erica was happiness itself.
She swallowed just as much as her sister, who was frigging herself with eager abandon on the couch, mixing it up with fits of the giggles. Erica sucked hard. Robert chuckled. She had no idea what he could unleash, these days. She would choke without some training.
His balls boiled, and he pulled out, unceremoniously.
“What.. why’d you stop?” Erica whined.
“Go ahead and bend over, honey,” Robert said. “I’m going to put a baby in you.”
Erica pondered this, thoughts moving sluggishly through a sea of scent. “Okay,” she concluded. That sounded pretty hot. Babies were cool.
* * *
The formerly prim sister laid on the floor, breathing hard. There was no way she wasn’t pregnant. If the first load of cum hadn’t done it, the second or third had. Robert had just kept pushing inside of her, igniting her, long after the last bits of proper woman had been replaced by knocked-up slut. She felt… gooey, he had left so much white stuff inside of her.
Her life lay in tatters. She had a career, back in the City. Friends. A life. Interests outside of fucking and sucking.
Deanna kneeled next to her. Still smiling, she rubbed at Erica’s tummy. It was covered in cum, from when Robert had dripped, after finally pulling out.
“This is going to be great,” she said, enthusiastic. Erica smiled, weakly.
At least she had her sister back.

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The Last White Hope(Chapter 4)

This a fictional story about becoming President of our country. It sort of parallels our present history and time line.
Chapter Four is about the House & Senate decisions
First couple of days the two Vice-Presidents were interviewed. The third day was the President turn, and the Senator was interviewed on the fourth day. Then finally it was my turn.
I was introduced by the Speaker of the House.
“I would like to thank you Mr. Speaker, and to the Senate Majority leader, for granting me this interview in front of both the House and the Senate.” I responded to his introduction.
“This is probably the most difficult decision that you will have in your political careers, to select the next President, and Vice-President. No matter which of the candidates that you decide upon, there will always be some sort of paradox, with the choices that were made.” I stated as I began my speech.
“Let me help you in making this decision. If I am selected as President, I will not relinquish the few campaign promises that I made. I will start with reducing the size of the Federal Government. That means everyone, no exceptions, all governmental departments will under go a 10% reduction in budget and staffing. I will make major changes to our Energy and Transportation departments. I will work on overhauling the income tax, and the IRS. I will work on getting our Nation Debt reduced. What is most important, with your help, I will put American’s back to work, and get American companies to reinvest back into this country.” I paused to take a drink of water, and let what I just said sink in.
“I am just one person, and I can’t do all of this by myself. I will need the help of everyone in here today, to help me with these tasks, if we are to be successful. I plan on meeting with both the Speaker, and the Senate Majority Leader, and barnstorm some ideas with them. This is not a one person show, we are a team, and I need all team players aboard.” I finished my pep talk.
I spent the better part of four hours talking and answering question from both Houses, even though the Senate will not be voting on me, I did answer all their questions. I walked out of their chambers in the mid afternoon, feeling good about just how the day and interview went.
After a week of discussion and mock votes, all the candidates were called into the chamber of the House. The Speaker will read the House vote, and the President of the Senate(the sitting Vice-President) will read the votes from the Senate. The two candidates for Vice-President, are the current VP, and my selected VP, who is a retired General, and former Joint Chiefs of staff, and Secretary of Defense.
I think it shocked the VP to read the name of my candidate, General George C Jefferson, as the new Vice-President. The Speaker took the podium, and the place was deathly quiet. He announced that the new President was(pause), Mr. Stewart Thomas Whitteman. I was stunned, and my VP congratulated me, as did the other candidates.
Fortunately the time between the election and the interviews, I had been busy with my chief of staff, going over a list of possible candidates to be cabinet members, and advisors. Just in case, I wanted to be ready. We still have a lot of work in front of us to get done before Inauguration Day on January 20, 2013.
I went home for Christmas break. I tried to get a hold of Lynn before Christmas, but she was busy. The estate was lonely without my wife there to be with me. I took the corporate jet up to Tommy’s house Christmas eve day, and spent a couple of days with him and the rest of our family. While I was at Tommy’s house I got an email from Lynn, wanting to know if I would like to get together for New Years Eve, when I got back home. Of course I responded yes.
We went out for New Years Eve and had a very good time at the Country Club. She was sending signs all night long that she wanted to have sex. Even a man at my age could understand those signs. We got into the limo and had it take us back to the estate.
We got up to my bedroom, and I headed to the bathroom to take a piss. I got back to the bedroom. The booze had her sex motor in high gear. She was laying on the bed naked, with a seductive smile on her face, and her fingers were stroking her pussy lips. Seeing her play with her pussy like that. It really had me turned on with my cock getting rock hard.
“Stroke that pussy baby, I want to see you cum.” I softly cooed, as I stripped my clothes off, and got into bed with her.
Slowly she started to play with her pussy, and with her clit, I could see the moisture collect on her fingers and pussy lips. Her other hand was tweaking her nipples. She picked up the speed with her fingers, and I could hear a slurping sound coming from her cunt.
Her eyes were staring right at me, her mouth was opened, and she was starting to gasp for air. I could tell by the look on her face she was getting close to an orgasm. I thought I would help her out by starting to masturbate my hard cock.
Her eyes flicked back and forth, to watching me, to watching my cock, and she worked her fingers even fast and deeper into her pussy.
“OOO fuck shit, I am going to fucking cum soon.” She cried.
“Hold on baby. I am almost there.”, I replied, as I stroked my cock faster
“Hurry the fuck up, so am I .” She panted.
I gave a groan and shot my load all over my stomach, just as she gave a sharp cry, and creamed into her hand from her orgasm. We laid their panting for a while, till we calmed down. Then she leaned forward and started to lick my cock, cleaning it up, and then licking my stomach, getting all my liquid white gold off it.
I pushed her back on her bed and kneeled down and started to lick her soaked pussy. Her lips were puffy and swollen with lust, and her clit stood out begging to be sucked. I sucked on her clitoris, till I heard her start to moan, and her body started to squirm and twist. She grabbed my head and pushed it hard into her pussy, and blew her orgasm all over my face.
By this time my cock is hard again. I moved up tight to her pussy, and planted my cock deep inside of her. We got into a rhythm, and had the bed just a rocking. I pounded her hard and deep, as she wrapped her legs around me squeezing me tight.
“Fuck me hard you bastard, keep that fucking big cock of yours deep in my pussy. I am fucking ready to cum.” She screamed as another orgasm racked her body.
I finally felt my cock start to throb, and I fired off my second load of the night, filling her pussy up with my precious fluid. That last explosion tired me out and I sort of collapsed on top of her. We laid there for a few moments, till she pushed me off. I pulled the covers over us and we fell asleep.
It was Inauguration Day, and I was as nervous as a new born fawn. I tried to keep it simple, but mainstream Washington, said no way. Evan so, it was not nearly as elaborate as the previous last couple of Presidential Inauguration. It was a nice day and everything went off without a hitch. I went to a few of the Inauguration Balls, but I have two left feet, and my dancing skills suck. Finally all the pomp, and celebrating came to an end, and it was time to get to work.
I had my first meeting with my cabinet, and I broke the first year down into 90 day segments of what I wanted to accomplish. I wanted them to start working on a plan to reducing the size of the Federal Government, by a minimum of 10%. I meet with both the Secretary of Energy, and Secretary of Transportation, to address ways to down size their departments. I also wanted to change the way the gas tax was collected, and dispersed. I set up a committee with the Secretary of Treasury to work on overhauling the income tax system.
I set up an executive committee that include myself, the VP, the Speaker of the House, and the Senate Majority Leader. Some of the topics I planned on discussing with them were, getting our Nation Debt reduced, put American’s back to work, and get American companies to reinvest back into this country. I was receipted to any ideas they might have also.
I knew that all of this could not be accomplished in 90 days, this was really just an outline of what I wanted to accomplish in my first four years in office.
The first week in February, I gave my State of the Union speech to the joint houses of congress. It was a cold windy, snowy day in Washington. It was just a really miserable day. I arrived at 8:45 p.m., for my 9:00 p.m. speech. I was announced by the Sergeant at Arms, right at 9:00 p.m.. I walked into the chambers to a rousing round of applause, as I am the first President to be elected as an Independent, and history was in the making.
I talked about my goals, and plans for the first four years, as well as other ideas that I had to improve our country. I could lay the whole speech out here, but I am sure that you watched it on TV, and don’t want to be bored by it again.
Needless to say it seemed like my speech and ideas were well received by congress, and the press. There were a lot of positives written on it, and the American people gave me high grades on my content.
Late April, Western Michigan University, asked me to give the key note address, at their commencement. Western was the college that I graduated from, and Kalamazoo is my hometown, I gladly accepted their invitation.
While there I ran into Christina, or Tina as she is generally called. I got to know her fairly well, during the years that our company worked at the college. I have not seen her since I moved to Florida. She worked for the campus affairs part-time, in the construction division. Basically she was the person in charges of paying the contractors. You always want to make sure that you knew who that person was. She is a few years younger than I am.
Let me tell you a little about Tina. She is about 5’4″ with honey blonde hair, soft brown eyes, a beautiful body, great breast, slender waist, nice ass and legs. If I had to guess her measurement, I would say 36-24-35. From the past, I remember her telling me she works out almost every day in the morning for about an hour. For a lady in her mid 50’s, she is extremely attractive.
We chatted for a few minutes. “My husband has past away a few years ago, and that I lost my job about a year after he died, due to budget cut backs. The school is using students to do my job now. My son has moved out of state to take a better job. I have no family at all around here anymore.” She told me.
I felt sorry for her, as her situation was similar to many Americans who lost their job and their hopes were slowly fading. This is what I was hoping to turn around.
I gave her my business card and on the back I wrote a password for her to use if she were ever in Washington, and need to see me for some help. She just has to call and give the person who answers the password.
“Well I have to go, I wish you the best, and hope to see you again sometime.” I said to her, but I was really thinking just how I would love to fuck her.
In mid summer I had my first crisis. We got some intelligence reports, that terrorist plan to attack our Texas refineries by either land, air, or sea. The reports could not identify the target or the type of attack. This was going to be a difficult job protecting the refineries, with all the traffic that goes into them by various means.
I order the navy to send a battle group to patrol the Texas gulf coast. I had the air force patrol the skies over the refineries, and Fort Hood as on alert to patrol the roads around the refineries. The attacked were launched a few weeks later. Fortunately we were able to stop most of the attacks, a few made it through, but the damage they caused was minimal, and there was no loss of life. The FBI discovered their base camp, but it was empty. There was a lot of documentation on different targets and time frames. The FBI is still busy sifting through all of the evidence that was discovered at the camp.
The fall was rather uneventful, both the cabinet and staff, were busy working on various forms of the proposed changes that I wanted done. It was the Friday before Thanksgiving. My secretarial assistant buzzed me saying, “Sir there is a female caller on the special phone line, who gave the password Thunder1, and did I want to take the call.”
I sort of drew a blank. “What is her name?” I asked her back.
“She said that her name is Christina Kay Smith.” She replied back to me.
Ahh the light went on Tina from Western Michigan, I just saw her this past summer when I was there.
“Yes put her through.” I replied.
“Hello Tina are you there?” I asked her through the phone.
“Hi Mr. Pres, I mean Tom, yes I am here.” She replied back to me.
“Where are you calling from?” I asked as I could hear a lot of background noise.
“I am at the bus station here in Washington.” She said to me a little louder over the noise.
Shit this is not good, there are deplorable people that prey on unescorted women and young girls, at the plane, train, and bus terminals, here in Washington, as well as in other larger cities.
“Tina hold the line for a minute would you please.” I asked her with some concern in my voice.
I use my cell phone to call my security chief. “I need you to get some men down to the bus terminal and pick up Tina for me.” I told him, as I explained the whole situation to him.
“I think there is a couple of cars not too far away from there, and I will redirect them to go to the bus terminal and pick her up, and bring back here for you Sir.” He said to me.
“Thanks I appreciate the help on this problem.” I told him as I hung up.
“Tina are you still there?” I asked.
“Yes I am, but there are some………..
“Hello Tina are you their hello?” I shouted into the phone. I could hear some background voices, and what little I could make out did not sound too good. Then nothing as they must have hung the phone up on her.
My cell phone rang, and it was my security chief, “Someone has taken her.” I told him with some anger in my voice.

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Program Alpha-Omega 1

I am NOT the original author. The original author is “Eric Storm”
Episode 1: Omega Finds Alpha
“Mr. Griffin?”
Zack shook himself into awareness as he realized the entire class was staring at him. He looked humbly up at his teacher, and said, “Yes, Mr. Parks?”
“Mr. Griffin, I realize that you may be fully capable of passing your final as we speak, but it is not seemly for you to ignore me completely.” There were some chuckles around the room.
“I’m sorry, sir, I got distracted. What was the question?”
“Never mind, Mr. Griffin, we’ll move on to someone who is more interested in the material.”
As Mr. Parks moved on to another student, Zack glanced up at the clock. Another fourteen minutes before this rather boring review session would be over. Zack Griffin was ready to pass his final in Computer Programming, as Mr. Parks had suggested. Zack spent a great deal of time dealing with computers. He made his extra cash by fixing computers, and teaching people how to use them. This was his last class, and, while normally this class would have been his most fun of the day, but he didn’t need the review, and found himself staring out the window, and daydreaming of Claudia.
Claudia Merris was a senior. Zack had met her the year before, at the Freshman Social. The juniors and seniors of the Freshman Services Team were responsible for helping the new freshmen adjust to the high school. Claudia was a junior then, and held some responsibility that Zack never had been able to discern. However, she had asked him to dance right off the bat, and they had struck up a friendship. He’d hoped for a date, but the one time he’d asked her out, to the Valentine’s Dance last year, she’d politely begged off, because she had a death in the family. Still, they remained good friends, to the point that they were tutoring each other. She needed his help with computers, and he needed a hand with biology. It was a comfortable arrangement.
His daydream, however, had been about the sorts of things he wished they’d been doing last night instead of studying biology. He knew the reason Claudia wouldn’t date him was because he was an underclassman. He didn’t like that, but he certainly understood. Still, it didn’t stop him from fantasizing.
The bell rang, ending an interminably long class. Not only was this his last class of the day, but it was Friday, so he had a weekend to look forward to. Not that he had anything planned, but he could sleep in, and play on his computer. Zack was a computer whiz; he could write programs as easily as most people wrote letters home. His father, who worked for a local computer research company, was extremely proud of his son. His mother was just baffled by it all. The Griffins were very supportive of Zack, and had told him that his college would be paid for, regardless of what he wanted to do. His father secretly hoped that he would join the company, but would not push him to do so. His mother was just glad that he had turned out as well as he had. She worried about him, because he had no siblings. After his birth, complications had made it necessary for her to have a hysterectomy, and so they had only the one child. She was relieved that he seemed to have turned out so well, even if he was something of a loner.
—–
Zack dumped his book bag in a corner and turned on his computer. He wandered off to the kitchen while it booted, returning with a soda and a piece of last night’s pizza. He started up his internet connection, and changed into jeans and a T-shirt while the connection was established. The computer had its own phone line, and Zack spent a large part of his free time surfing the web and chatting with friends.
Today, he headed over to his favorite chat room, where a lot of the technically proficient, but often slightly crazy, computer experts hung out. He hung out in this room often, because he picked up tips on hacking, cracking, and generally useful pieces of information on running systems. Zack wanted to be system admin for a large corporation when he got out of college, so he wanted to know all he could.
Today, one of his old friends was hanging around, just bullshitting with the other chatters. He immediately acknowledged Zack’s presence.
: Hi, Zmorph!
(Zmorph was Zack’s online name.)
: Hey, Val. How’s things?
: Oh, just peachy. You?
: Bored. But at least it’s a weekend.
: Got a hot date tonight? 😉
: Yeah, right. Not funny.
: Sorry. I’ve been waiting for you, though. I ran across something you might find interesting.
: What’s that?
: Well, it’s a program. The author claims it doesn’t work, but who knows? Maybe you could get it to go.
: What’s it supposed to do?
: Oh, nothing much. You’ll see. Here’s the URL:…
No sooner had he given Zack the web address, than Val had needed to sign off. Zack wasted no time in heading over to the site, and having a look. The page was titled “Failed Projects”. Not an auspicious beginning. He read through the description. This program was intended to… control people? Well, no wonder he couldn’t get it to work! But as Zack kept reading, he realized that the author wasn’t just dreaming, that he had in fact done all the necessary research. But the article concluded by stating that the program had not actually worked on any of five subjects he’d tried it on, and that the author, who identified himself only as Adam, had not a clue as to why. Adam was certain that the science was sound, and that the problem was somewhere in his execution of the elements of the program, but he had not been able to find it. He stated that anyone who wanted to was welcome to try to fix the program, and use it for their own purposes, so long as they didn’t sell it.
Zack downloaded the file, thinking, Well, hell, I haven’t got anything better to do tonight. I can at least give it a look and find out what it does do. Zack was certain that it did not have any chance of actually controlling people, but he figured it probably had some pretty cool graphics in it.
—–
He spent the next two hours engrossed in source code so complicated that it was taking him two or three minutes just to interpret what each line actually did. The source was very poorly documented, and Zack was taking the time to add comments to the code so that he wouldn’t have to re-interpret later. The thing that struck him was that, while the code was poorly documented, it was extraordinarily well written. It was tight, fast code, that didn’t appear to him to have flaws in its basic logic. Though he didn’t yet have confidence enough in it to compile and run it, he was becoming aware that the author of this code was smart enough to know what was possible, and what was a pipe dream, and he began to wonder if there was a possibility that this program actually might work.
He was interrupted by his mother calling him to dinner. He made sure to save his work, and password-locked his system before heading off to the dinner table. Conversation at dinner was the usual dull exchange: Dad had a difficulty with his boss, Mom had to deal with the cranky dean out at the college. They asked, as a matter of course, how Zack’s day had been, and he told them it had been dull. Zack worked his way quickly through dinner, excusing himself even before dessert. His parents took only minor note of that, realizing that he must have some kind of project, which was usually his only reason for skipping dessert.
Zack returned immediately to the code, and continued translating what it did, and typing in comment lines. He worked well into the night on this, for the program was thousands of lines long. When he finally dumped himself into bed at four a.m., exhausted, he had finished translating the code. He set his alarm for nine o’clock. He thought he had spotted some parts of the code that looked wrong. He figured this would be a good weekend project for him. He had no homework, having finished it all during school, and so his weekend was completely free. He fell asleep dreaming of lines and lines of code whipping by him, and he had to find the one line that would make it all run.
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Zack was startled out of bed when his alarm went off that morning. He tried to shake off the fuzziness in his brain with a long, hot shower. His parents slept very late on Saturdays, and so weren’t up yet. He made himself a bowl of cereal, and considered what he needed to do to try to get the program working. He knew that he should run the program, to see what it actually did, as far as putting things on the screen, or playing sounds. After that, he wasn’t sure. He’d decide a little later.
Having finished breakfast, he hurried back to his room, shutting the door and sitting back down in his chair. Soon, he was staring at an intensely colorful display with an eerie background soundtrack. He felt a strange sort of pull, but was able to shake it off, and turned the program off. Now that he had some idea of what the program was actually producing, he needed to look at Adam’s research, which was included with the source code.
For the next five hours, Zack was immersed in his project, uncaring of what went on around him. He delved deeply into the research text that Adam had included with the program. He moved back and forth between the source code and the text, labeling the program as to what each section was trying to achieve. He had sections labeled ‘Initialization of Mind Variables’, ‘Sublimation of Will’, ‘Opening to Suggestion’, and a final section labeled, ‘Suggestions’. This last section was completely empty, except for the only comment line that Adam had included in the source:
// See research text for options
Zack had, in fact, looked through that part of the research text and realized that the code for this section was remarkably like a script language. He would have no trouble writing this section. But where was the problem?
Of course, Zack didn’t actually know there was a problem. Although Adam said the program didn’t work, there weren’t any options listed under ‘Suggestions’, which was where the actual commands to the person were supposed to be entered. Zack decided to try a hopefully harmless experiment on himself. He modified the program to make the watcher “lose” an hour of time, staring at the screen. He would try this on himself. With any luck, it wouldn’t turn him into a zombie.
Taking the precaution of leaving a note for his parents, Zack began the program, noting the time at 2:46 pm. The program ran its course, and closed. Again, Zack had felt the strange tug of the program, but when he looked at his watch, it was 2:52 pm. He had only been sitting for six minutes.
If Adam had been any less thorough in his research, Zack would have trashed the program there and then. But after reading Adam’s files, Zack was nearly as sure as Adam had been that this technique should work. He remembered the few places he had thought there were errors, and he returned to them.
Another four hours passed before Zack was interrupted from his work. His mother knocked on the door to announce dinner. Once again, he password-locked his screen, and got up. He rushed through dinner once again, barely stopping to say anything to his parents. They were more amused than annoyed, knowing that he must be on to something very interesting.
Zack had identified, during the afternoon, six different places in which the program seemed to be flawed. He started with the first. Over the next hours, he coded and compiled and ran the program with no regard for time. Finally, pushing exhaustion, Zack laid his head down on his desk, and fell asleep…
—–
…Claudia stood before him in a skin-tight dress, unzipped well below her tits. Her breasts stood proudly from her chest, pushing the fabric of the dress open enticingly. The dress ended several inches above her knee, and was incredibly tight on her legs. She sidled up to him, pressing her firm mounds into his chest, and wrapping her arms around him.
She kissed him hotly on the lips, her body pressing tightly into him. She brought her mouth to his ear, kissing it, and running her tongue along his earlobe. She trailed her tongue along the line of his jaw, the hot sensation of her tongue replaced with the cool sensation as her wetness evaporated. As her tongue reached his mouth and forced its way in, her hand snaked down to his crotch, grasping his cock firmly-
—–
Zack shot upright in his chair, breathing hard. He realized that he had been having the most intense wet dream that he could ever remember. He struggled to catch his breath, as his heart was racing, and his breathing was short and raspy. Until that moment, he had not realized just how badly he wanted Claudia Merris. Of course, he could never act on those feelings.
Could he?
What if the program works?
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On that possibility, Zack worked through the rest of the night. His mind was fully concentrated on the task at hand, and ignored the fact that it was noon before he paused long enough to even realize he was hungry. He decided to take a break and make himself some lunch. He made sure to save and password-protect his work before leaving his room.
His mother was in the kitchen when he came down, and she greeted him warmly.
“How is your newest project coming, dear?” she asked.
“Oh, okay, I guess. I’m not sure if it works, yet.”
“What does it do?” she asked. Her curiosity was normal, but Zack couldn’t very well tell her he was working on a mind control device.
“It’s… just a program to make some neat special effects.”
“Well, don’t overwork yourself, dear. Have you finished all your school work?”
“Don’t have any,” he said, stuffing his sandwich into his mouth.
“Okay. Well, good luck with your program. You will let us see it when it’s done, won’t you?”
“Um… sure, Mom, no problem.” Yeah, right.
His mother left the kitchen, and he quickly finished up his lunch, then returned to his room.
—–
Three hours later, Zack had managed all of the fixes he’d thought necessary. He was ready to try his program one more time. Once again he scripted a one-hour loss of time. Checking the time on his watch, he noted it was 3:22 pm. Setting his watch on his desk, he started the program.
It began as it had before, but quickly it deviated. The light patterns drew him in, the sounds penetrating his mind, filling his senses. The lights swirled and continued, drawing him deeper and deeper. The sound soothed him, relaxing his mind and body. He felt as if his body was floating, weightless. His muscles were completely relaxed, his body felt like Jell-O. The sensations continued for what felt like hours. The colors and swirls filled his mind, allowing him no thoughts. He was only able to absorb the patterns before him. The sound became more than just music to his ears, he felt as if the sound itself were a river, carrying him away to a warm, comfortable world.
The colors and the music began to fade, much too soon for Zack’s taste. His consciousness climbed up out of its haze, and he found himself sitting back in his chair in front of his desk. He felt totally refreshed, as if he’d had a good night’s sleep. He looked at his watch. 4:23 pm. Hot damn, it works!
It was at this point that Zack decided to keep a journal of what had to be the biggest discovery in history. He thought he should name his program, too. His program? That was hardly fair. Most of the really breakthrough work had been done by Adam. Zack wished he could find Adam to let him know, but there had been no contact information on the website, and it was an anonymous site. Well, if I can’t tell him about it, at least I can include him somehow in the program’s name. After rejecting names like “Mind Control A to Z”, Zack decided to be more obscure. He labeled it “Program Alpha-Omega”, because Alpha was the first letter, and Omega the last letter, of the Greek alphabet. He created the graphics for it, and added it to the beginning of the program. Feeling he had done a spectacular job for just two days of work, he was fairly proud of himself. Now, how to use it?
That was the real question.
—–
Of course, that question did not take Zachary Griffin very long to answer. Remembering his dream, he knew that he wanted to live out that fantasy. He wondered, though, how he could introduce her to the program without making her extremely suspicious. Well, he thought, before I worry about getting the program into her head, I need to actually have it ready for her. He spent the next two hours working up the “instruction script” for her. He had redesigned the program from its original configuration, so that the instruction script was externally kept. This meant that he did not have to recompile the program each time he wanted to change the instructions.
Having formulated his instruction set for Claudia, Zack saved the information, shut down his computer, and headed down to dinner. His parents noticed that, unlike the last two days, he was not rushing to finish his meal. He was, however, very quiet.
“Is everything okay, Zack?” his father asked.
“Huh? Oh, sure,” he returned.
“You seem upset about something, dear,” his mother said, not really asking a question.
“No, not really. Just thinking about something.”
“How’s your project coming?” his father queried.
“Pretty good. I’m stuck on a minor point, is all. Nothing significant.”
“Is there anything we can do to help?” his mother asked.
“Nah. I really want to do this myself, ya know?”
“Of course. Well, good luck, son,” his father concluded as he got up from the table.
—–
Zack headed back up to his room, and flopped down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. How to get Claudia Merris to look at the program…
“Duh!” he almost shouted, sitting up so fast he got headrush. He laid back down as he continued thinking, She comes over here three times a week to learn computer stuff. I can just have her look at it then! I can tell her it’s some game… no, she won’t buy that… It’s a relaxation program? Yeah, that works, a relaxation program to help people concentrate.
Having relieved himself of that problem, another one popped up almost instantly. How do I know if the program works on her? I mean, it worked on me, but what if she’s different somehow? Zack thought this one over for a few moments, and then realized that this was fairly simple to do, and he powered up his computer to add the lines of code to his script, to both relax her, and to add a final command that would make her gesture in a certain way, indicating the program had worked. That takes care of that. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a very entertaining day for me.
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Zack was on an emotional high Monday morning, both from the expectation of what was to come, and the simple thrill at having performed so well over the weekend. His classmates had seen him this way before, and chalked it up to his usual oddness. He could not have cared less about their opinion of him now, for he was going to achieve a goal he had long ago given up hope for.
The day flew by for Zack, and he soon found himself in the cafeteria for lunch. He looked across the room, and there was Claudia, her long brown hair cascading down her back, her deep brown eyes were warm and radiant, her face a friendly invitation. From this angle, he could not see her front, but he knew that her breasts would be filling out her blouse nicely, firm globes behind the silky pale yellow material. Her ass was luscious, and he admired it from where he stood.
He managed to sit down at an empty table while still keeping his eyes on Claudia. She was sitting with other seniors, most notably her best friend, Stephanie. Zack took the opportunity to notice the differences in the two girls. Stephanie’s dirty blonde hair fell only to her shoulders, but it framed her round face nicely. Her brown eyes were hooded in an almost sleepy expression that belied her keen intelligence. Her pouting lips and slightly upturned nose filled out a lovely face. Her breasts were not as large as Claudia’s, but just as firm. Her taste in clothing, however, was much more liberal. While Claudia was wearing a pale yellow blouse and a matching skirt, Stephanie was wearing a tight-fitting red dress that stopped well short of her knees. Stephanie was definitely a knockout, but beyond Zack’s reach. She was cordial to him, but not exactly friendly. She made it abundantly clear that she only tolerated him for Claudia’s sake. He would never have a chance with her.
Unless the program works.
That thought came unbidden, and he knew instantly that it was true. If his program worked, he could have any girl in the school. Hell, he could have them all, if he so chose. Not that he’d want them all, but it was an interesting thought to be diverted by while he ate. He scanned the cafeteria, finding other girls who would be worthy of attention, if the program worked.
Finishing up his lunch, he took his tray to the rack. Before leaving the cafeteria, he walked over to where Claudia was sitting.
“Oh, hey, Zack,” Claudia said cheerfully. The rest of the seniors either nodded, or ignored him. Stephanie kept her face under tight control, but nodded politely to him.
“Hi, Claudia. You’re gonna be over for tutoring tonight, right?” Though he tried not to seem too anxious, the question was perfectly normal, as Claudia had a tendency to forget about their tutoring sessions.
“Sure, Zack. Seven, right?”
“Yeah. Okay, I’ll see you later, then. Bye, Stephanie,” Zack added mischievously. Stephanie barely took the time to recognize he was speaking to her.
—–
Zack now waited through the longest part of his day. He knew she was coming. He was pretty sure his plan would work. But he had to wait for another- he checked his watch- five hours and fifteen minutes before he could put it into action. He feigned interest in the subject his teacher was lecturing over as he thought about what he would do to the beautiful Ms. Merris once she was under his control.
—–
As soon as he got home, Zack showered and changed into more comfortable clothing. He wanted clothing that would be easy to remove, and so chose sweats and a T-shirt. He didn’t think she would find that odd, and his parents hardly cared what he wore at home, though they insisted he dress properly for school, which meant new jeans and a decent pullover shirt. Not that he minded, but it wasn’t as comfortable as his old, faded jeans with the holes and his well-worn T-shirts. Having prepped for the evening, Zack tried to pass the time online. But none of his friends were online this afternoon, so there was no one to talk to. He logged off and tromped out to the den to immerse himself in some mindless television entertainment.
Even this held little appeal this afternoon, but he put up with it until dinner time. He ate his meal quickly, giving short answers to his parents’ questions about how school had gone, and once finished, he hustled into his room to prepare for Claudia’s arrival.
Finally, at her usual time, Claudia arrived. They went into his room and he closed the door. Though it was unusual for him to close the door all the way, nobody seemed to notice the difference.
“So,” Claudia said, “What are we learning about tonight?”
“Well, we’re supposed to cover some of the finer points about pointers,” he said, trying to be witty, and failing, as usual. “But first, I’ve got a program I’ve been working on that I’d like you to look at.” His heart nearly stopped as he said it, hoping she would not object.
She didn’t. “Okay. What’s it for?”
“Well, it’s supposed to help people relax, so that they can work more efficiently. Or, in our case, hopefully study more effectively.”
“Cool. Let’s see it.”
Zack walked over to his computer and double-clicked an icon. The opening graphics popped up immediately.
“Neat,” Claudia responded.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Zack said under his breath.
The graphics began to whirl and spin on the screen, and the sounds gushed forth from the speakers. Zack had added commands to the script so that he would not be affected by it. Claudia sat calmly, watching the display, not moving at all. Of course, since Zack had never tried the program on anyone, he didn’t know what she was supposed to do, except for the gesture at the end…
Which never came. The program wrapped up, and cleared the screen back to the operating system, but Claudia did not make the special gesture. She turned to Zack and said, “That was very relaxing. I think you did a good job with it. We should use that before each of our sessions.”
Zack agreed, but was certainly disheartened. What could have gone wrong? Of course, he would have to look over the program again. It had worked on him. He would have to find out why it had not worked on her.
Their tutoring session was not as useful as it could have been, but Claudia didn’t seem to notice. Near the end, she thanked him for his help, as she usually did. Just before leaving the house, however, she asked him, “Are you ready for your bio test tomorrow?”
Oh, shit! He’d forgotten all about his biology test in the rush to finish the program. He quickly cleared his face and said, “Sure, no problem.”
“There better not be. We spent way too much time studying for that test for you to screw it up.” She said good night, and walked down the drive to her car. As he closed the door, he wondered what he was going to do. He could barely remember the items they had studied last week.
And I need to look over the program! Wait a minute… I wonder if the program can help me with the test. I remember reading somewhere that you never actually forget anything, it’s just that you have trouble recalling it. Well, hell, it’s worth a try. Maybe I can program myself for a perfect memory.
Zack trotted back to his room, and began coding a script for himself. It didn’t take him more than fifteen minutes to have what he considered a satisfactory script, and he wasted no time in running it. The script he had written was specific to the test, and would last only until the test was returned to him with a grade. He didn’t want to be accused of cheating, and then not be able to reproduce the results. Zack’s mind blanked as before while the program ran, and it still seemed forever as he sat there waiting for it to end.
Once the program did clear the screen finally, Zack shook his head, and immediately realized that it had, indeed, worked! He quickly scanned the practice quiz that his teacher had given, and found that he was able to remember the answer to every question on it correctly. Hot damn! I’ve just come up with the easiest possible way to get an A at school!
But his high was muted by tonight’s failure. He didn’t know what had gone wrong. The program obviously worked flawlessly on him, so why didn’t it work on Claudia? With stolid determination, he trudged once more into his code, looking for the answer.
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Zack was no closer to an answer eight hours later. When he looked at the clock and realized that he had only an hour and a half before his alarm would go off, he nearly panicked. How would he be able to focus for the test? How would he even be able to stay awake?
Once again, his thoughts turned to the program. He knew that there were states of mind that were actually more restful than normal sleep. He wondered if he could conjure up such a state in himself. Well, if nothing else, I can do my first experiment over again. That was pretty restful. Zack took an almost careless five minutes to code the program, and booted it up without a second thought…
—–
…Zack was surrounded by swirls of colors and patterns. Sound caressed his ears, his brain, his very soul. His body felt weightless, completely without form. He was totally relaxed and serene.
But he was not alone. Now, swimming around him in the ethereal mist, were scores upon scores of women. He knew he had not programmed this into the script, but it took him a few moments even to realize that he was thinking inside the dream-state. That hadn’t happened before, either. Just then, one of the women, scantily clad and looking remarkably like Claudia, approached. She caressed his misty form, and he felt the touch, electric to his body. Her words echoed directly into his mind. <>
Oh, yeah? he thought, Can you tell me why the code doesn’t work on Claudia? He hardly expected an answer. He certainly didn’t expect what he got.
The lines of the program began to whiz past his field of vision. He noted three places marked in red, The voice again, <>
The Claudia-ghost approached him again. Her tenuous lips pressed against his, the softest velvet touch. Her hand glided across his chest, pressing as lightly as a warm summer mist. Then her essence flowed away from him.
Wait! Come back! he cried, not wanting to lose this, even if it were fantasy.
<>
At that moment, his mind rose out of the depths of his dream-state. His body was relaxed, and he realized that the hour and a half had passed. He noted that he did feel quite refreshed, and that he seemed alert and focused. He hoped that this would remain the case throughout the day.
He wrote off the “answer” to his question in the dream. After all, it was just a dream. How could it possibly know what the answer was? I’ll have to keep looking when I get home. That thought disgusted him as he walked out the door to catch the school bus. He hated having to find his own mistakes.
—–
His classmates noted the change in attitude. However, since Zack was prone to mood swings, they did not take much notice. The few people he would have called friends did make an effort to stay away from him throughout the day, the look on his face not inviting conversation. Inside, his mind turned the problem over and over, trying to find the flaws in his programming technique.
However, when the time came for his biology test, the information that he had studied with Claudia the previous week flowed forth from the depths of his memory, allowing him to breeze through the test. Since he did not want to be the first one done, he went over his answers two more times, to double-check that his memory was not misleading him. In every case, he found that he had the right answer. Finally, after two or three others had turned in their tests, Zack handed his in, and returned to his seat, and his problem. He scowled as he tried to reconcile the success of the program on him with the utter failure of it on Claudia. His teacher assumed the expression related to the test. Zack was not known for doing well on such tests.
—–
Zack grumped and grumbled his way through the rest of the school day, and trudged to his room when he got home. He turned on his computer, and changed as it booted up. He immediately began to dissect the code, and waded deep into the mire of pointers, strings, and objects.
Three hours later, his mother called him to supper. He nearly cursed at her as he realized how much time he had spent trying to find something that was not forthcoming. His surly behavior kept his parents’ inquisitiveness to a minimum. They were familiar with his moods, and knew it was best to let him be when he got like this.
After dinner, he slumped into his chair, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, the thoughts from his dream came back to him. Well, what can it hurt? He tried to recall the three points where the code had been marked in red. He easily recalled two of them, but the third proved elusive, until he decided to simply scroll down the text until his brain said Stop! And there before him was the third section of code. He recognized it, now, because of the unique pattern the commands made on the screen.
—–
After printing out the three sections of code, he examined them closely to see why these might be causing the problem. In a flash of inspiration, it occurred to him that the pattern used in the will sublimation matrix might be person-specific, or at least gender-specific, given that it would be a remarkable coincidence that a person-specific code would have worked on him on the first try. The three pieces of code all dealt with the will sublimation matrix, and Zack thought he had an idea of how he might be able to correct this problem, if it were, in fact, gender specific. He would invert certain portions of the pattern, in accordance with the research that Adam had provided. He hoped he was doing this correctly, given that he was working from an unproven hypothesis from an unknown source based on unsubstantiated research. Hey, what have I got to lose? The program still works on me, so my grades are going to be killer from now on!
The modifications took him only an hour to make, and the verification loop in the program said that the program would run as predicted. Of course, it could not tell him whether it would work or not…
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And it didn’t. Once again, Claudia came over for tutoring, and, at her own request, Zack showed her the program. But the “verification gesture”, as he’d taken to calling it, was not displayed. Damn it all to hell. Well, he hadn’t really expected to get it right, had he? Maybe he ought to just settle for what he had.
But he really wanted the girl.
Once again, his tutoring was a distracted effort. Claudia didn’t really notice this, as she was struggling enough with the concepts of computer programming. The lesson passed by quickly, and soon it was time for Claudia to go home.
Returning to his room after seeing her out, Zack sat down once more in his chair. He now knew that his dream had been just that. There were no bad marks in his code, he should have known that. The idea just didn’t work. But then how to explain its effect on me? Mind over matter? Have I been able to convince myself that it works, and so it automatically does? No, that can’t be it, because I really didn’t think it would work that first time.
Maybe the dream can help me…
That last thought seemed strange, almost not part of himself. But he didn’t argue with it. Whether it contained the answers he sought or not, it had been a pleasant enough experience.
He fired up that program, using the same script he had used before. Once again he almost felt the colors floating around him. And soon, the ethereal crowd had gathered around him again.
<>
The answer you gave me did not work.
<>
Why?
<>
What is the rest of the answer?
<>
Before him, Zack saw flashes of the will matrix, noting the old version, that he was using right now, and beside it, the Claudia version. He noted that there were again red marks throughout the Claudia matrix. He also noted that there were two red marks in his own.
What does this all mean?
<>
Who, or what, are you?
<>
Huh?
But Zack did not have time to get an answer. His consciousness was drawn back to reality as the program finished its course. “We are you”? What the hell does that mean?
Letting that go for the moment, Zack immediately began to mark down the changes that the dream had indicated. He went back and changed all of the red marked sections of Claudia’s matrix. He was hesitant about making changes to his own, however. He labeled the sections, and noted the required changes, but did not actually make them. He wouldn’t fully trust the dream until he knew what it meant by We are you.
Having finished up all of the appropriate changes, Zack would have to wait until Friday, almost two full days away, before seeing if the new Claudia matrix would work.
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Zack was almost back to normal on Thursday. He had done all he could on the program until he learned whether or not the new changes were successful. And he wouldn’t find that out until tomorrow night, when Claudia would come over to study again. So, although he was full of expectation, he easily kept it in check by reminding himself that he was now being counseled on how to fix the program by a voice in his head.
He lounged through his day, knowing that, working on Claudia or not, the program would allow him to recall all of the information from his classes with ease. He breezed through them all, until lunch.
Lunch was when Claudia changed their usual meeting time.
Lunch was when Zack agreed to meet with her tonight instead of tomorrow, because she wanted to go to the game.
Lunch was when Zack’s heart started to pound in anticipation of what might be this evening.
—–
Zack was flustered for the rest of the day. He had established in his mind that he had a one day buffer, that he would be able to just relax and wait. Now, that was not to be. As he got off the bus, though, something in his head said, All will be fine.
It had that voice. The voice from the dream. Zack stood rock still until he was sure that he was not going completely crazy, that the voice had only been in his head. He shook his head as he walked in the front door, thinking, I’ve got to find out what the hell is going on with me. Does the program cause you to go crazy? Is it some sick joke by Adam, where he makes you think you can control people, but really it just turns you into a schizophrenic?
<> The voice sounded very reassuring. And it was enough to almost convince Zack that everything would, in fact, be fine.
Except that he was listening to voices in his head.
—–
Once again, Zack went through his preparation ritual, showering and changing into comfortable clothing. He’d already told his mother that Claudia would be coming over tonight to study. As expected, she had no problem with that. She was proud that her son was able to help out a senior.
Dinner was a strained affair for Zack, who was terribly anxious about the evening. Once dinner was through, he went to his room to make sure that everything was ready. He busied himself until Claudia arrived.
—–
As he opened the door to greet her, it was almost as if he were letting an angel into his house. Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders, parting to tumble down both her front and back. Her face was framed by those beautiful tresses, and her eyes sparkled. Her mouth parted in a welcome smile. Zack let her in, noting that she had worn a T-shirt that was fairly loose, and tight jeans that accented her long legs and round ass to good effect.
He followed her into his room, and again shut the door. This had become standard practice through the week, and now he didn’t expect her to question it. She didn’t.
“I wanna thank you for agreeing to see me tonight instead of tomorrow, Zack. I really want to see the game. It’s pretty rare that my dad takes the time to take us kids to anything, and I don’t want to miss it. But I can’t afford to miss our tutoring sessions, either, since I’m struggling as it is to keep up.”
“No problem, Claudia. Well, let’s get started. You want to use the relaxation program again?”
“Can we? It really does seem to help.”
“Sure, I don’t mind.” Zack started up the program, and sat back to watch.
About two minutes into the presentation, he noticed Claudia begin to shudder slightly. He hadn’t seen her do that before, but he couldn’t say for sure that it was because of the program. However, when her shudders become mildly worse, he had to admit that they probably were the result of the program having an effect on her. This was a positive sign.
Finally, the program ran its course. This was when Zack held his breath. Claudia just sat there for a good thirty seconds. Then, her left hand rose from her lap, and came to rest on her right breast. She moved it slowly across her chest to her left breast, and then diagonally down, across her stomach to her right hip. Moving her hand back across her stomach, she paused to allow her fingers to dip briefly between her legs, and then her hand finished its movement at her left hip. She had just unknowingly drawn a “Z” on her chest, in a very enticing manner. This was the verification gesture, and Zack now knew that the program had worked.
Zack moved his chair close to Claudia, and then moved into her field of vision. As soon as she saw him, she turned to him. She brought her hands up to his face, pulling it gently to her. Their lips touched, gently at first, but with growing pressure. Her kiss was, indeed, the softest of velvet, her tongue slipping lightly across his lips until they parted to admit her.
As her tongue began to caress the inside of his mouth, he casually ran his hands up her sides. Finally, he reached her breasts, and he cupped them firmly in his hands. He could feel her tits encased in a bra, and he longed to have them bared to his touch. She moaned into his mouth at the feel of his hands on her body.
He broke their kiss long enough to say, “Rub my dick.”
Immediately her hands moved down to his crotch. As their kissing resumed, he felt both of her hands press against the sides of his cock, rubbing gently up and down its length. He moaned quietly into her mouth, encouraging her to continue. Her hands moved along the length of his rod, and one moved down to fondle his balls through his sweatpants. He was just about ready to tell her to suck him off.
Then came the knock on the door.
Quickly, they disengaged, though Zack had to quietly order Claudia to back off. Once they were squared, which seemed forever, but Zack was certain was just a couple of seconds, he said, “Come in.”
His mother opened the door and peaked in. “Are you guys okay in here? I thought I heard a funny noise.” What’s funny about moaning in pleasure? Zack wondered.
“We’re fine,” he answered. “Just about to begin studying.”
“Okay. Well, don’t work too hard.” His mother walked away, but left the door open. He couldn’t close it without raising suspicion, and he certainly couldn’t return to what he had been doing with it open.
Shit.
Next time, Claudia, we won’t be interrupted.
And he’d have to figure out how to do that.
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The Cove Ch 2

After finding the Cove and being discovered by Jackie and Amber, Will was mesmerized by the two women and could not wait to see them again to explore his new found sexuality.

my horny mom prt3

“How long have you fantasized about a sexual relationship with
your mother, Walter?” Margaret Kelly asked.
“Is that what she told you?” Walter raised his eyebrows. “That
I fantasized about it?”
“Is there something else I should know?”
Walter hesitated. “No. No, that’s it. I fantasize about it.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I’ve been fantasizing about it a lot these days.”
Margaret squirmed on the chair across from his, tapping the
pencil tip meditatively on the note pad. She rembered the call she’d
received that morning, and the frantic sound in Patty Wayne’s voice
as she’d begged Margaret to accept a counseling appointment with
Walter that afternoon.
Walter had seemed pretty sullen when he’d entered her home a few
minutes before, and followed her into her small office in the rear of
her house. Margaret now considered the leering tone of his voice and
wondered if he had, in fact, already fucked his mother.
It was possible. It wouldn’t bother Margaret in the least, if
it were true. To the school board and the local PTA, Margaret came
across as a modestly-priced counselor who occasionally helped out
boys who were having problems in school. What the school board
didn’t know was that Margaret helped out most of these boys by
letting them fuck her. The only reason she ever worked as a
counselor was that it gave a chance to suck and fuck with lads just
about Walter’s age.
Margaret was thirty-six now, and looked at least four years
younger. She was petite with dark brown hair had a girlish body
highlighted by extremely large, very suckable tits. Margaret had
married when she was very young, birthing one child, Henry, who was
now almost sixteen. Her husband had divorced her three years ago.
Margaret lived off of his alimony checks and the money she made from
counseling, which wasn’t much.
The ironic thing was that her husband had divorced her because
of her extremely strong appetite for sucking and fucking young studs.
A young stud’s cock, Margaret felt, stiffened much more rapidly than
that of his older counterpart, and invariably sprayed more hot, tasty
cum juice into her mouth or pussy or asshole. Young boys always
fucked very hard and fast, which was just how Margaret liked getting
her pussy pounded, and they were always eager to keep fucking and
cumming all night.
Margaret had seduced many troubled lads that the school board,
PTA or principal’s office had referred to her. The best cure for
most young male problems, she felt, was a healthy dose of fucking and
cocksucking. It was rare for any boy to act up at home or at school
if he was getting the cum sucked out of his cock on a daily basis.
Margaret was always eager to relieve a lad in this fashion,
particularly if his cock was long and fat. The bulge in Walter’s
pants indicated that he had a long, fat one too.
Margaret had always had a special appetite for sucking the jizz
out of unusually big, stiff hard-ons. Her husband had been well-
endowed, and the glue that had held their marriage together had been
her penchant for nightly cocksucking. Now, Margaret felt violently
aroused by even the faint possibility that young Walter had actually
fucked his own mother. The most intensely satisfying fantasies she’d
ever had, which she’d suppressed religiously, were those of teaching
her own, innocent Henry how to suck and fuck.
“I might be missing the point, Walter,” Margaret said. “When
your mother called me this morning, she told me that her problem with
you has become very serious. She said that you’ve frankly confessed
a sexual interest in her, and that you’ve even tried to initiate a
sexual relationship with her. Now, I get the impression that this
incestuous contact has progressed farther than your mother indicated.
Is that true?”
“Whatever she told you.” Walter shrugged.
“Did you fuck your mother, Walter?”
Walter just stared at her. Margaret moved her chair closer.
“It’s perfectly all right with me if you do, Walter. Mother-son
incestuous contact is far more prevalent than most people think. The
cock of a boy your age can grow stiff many times each day with a
little provocation. Boys your age can be very sexually aggressive,
and it’s natural for them to make strong passes at available women,
especially their mothers. I want to assure you, Walter, that any
admission you make to me won’t leave this room. Now tell me the
truth. You have fucked your mother, haven’t you?”
Walter hesitated only a moment longer. Then he smiled.
“Yeah, I have.”
“Who initiated this sexual contact?” Margaret asked, as she felt
her cunt getting wet and hot.
“I did. She didn’t mind it much, though. She thinks she did.
That’s why she sent me here.”
“Why did you want to fuck your own mother, Walter? Were you
just so horny that any pussy would do, or did you have a particular
craving to fuck her?”
“Both.”
“Would you say that you have a very high sex drive, Walter?”
Margaret picked up the pencil and pretended to take notes.
“Very.”
“Do you masturbate a lot? How many times a day do you jack off,
on the average?”
“Five or six.”
“That’s a great deal, Walter. Do you always squirt out a great
deal of semen when you cum? Or do you sometimes just shoot out a
small amount?”
“Always a lot.”
Margaret felt her cunt throbbing. She stared at the lad’s
crotch, realizing that the dirty talk, as she’d intended, was giving
him a magnificent looking hard-on.
“I can’t help noticing that your prick is getting stiff right,
now, Walter. Does that happen frequently?”
“Yes.”
“It feels good when your cock gets big and stiff, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
Margaret put down her notebook.
“Walter, I’m going to ask you a special favor now. I’d like you
to take down your pants and show your hard cock to me. I think my
counseling to you would be more valuable if I could see and inspect
your cock. There might be something wrong with it.”
Walter stood up, leering at the busty brunette knowingly as he
opened his belt and pulled down his zipper. He stepped out of his
shoes, then let his pants drop to his ankles, stepping out of them,
leaving him naked from the waist down except for his socks.
“Oh, Walter. Why, it’s just incredibly huge!”
The cock was enormous. It stood out of his cock fur like a
baseball bat, nine inches long and very thick, so stiff that it was
bucking and throbbing uncontrollably up and down. Margaret’s mouth
watered as she ogled the fat, meaty cock knob, imagining how it would
puff up just before he shot a big load of juice down some lucky
cocksucker’s throat.
“I’d better take a closer look, Walter.”
Margaret stood up, her pussy throbbing as she stood, then knelt
before her young client. She suppressed a groan as she stared at the
mammoth prick pulsing in front of her face. Margaret pinched his
spongy cock head, running her fingers all over his cock meat. The
prick bucked and pulsed in front of her face.
“It looks perfectly healthy,” she said breathlessly. “Does it
feel good when I touch your hard cock like that?”
“Yeah.”
Margaret wrapped her hand around the root of his huge, throbbing
prick. Lewdly she started jacking the big cock up and down, slow and
hard. She stared at the cock knob, watching the piss hole open up to
spit out little droplets of cream.
“Does this feel better, Walter? Is this how you touch your
prick when you jack off?”
“I think it would feel a lot better if you sucked on it, Mrs.
Kelly.”
“That might be therapeutic too, Walter. To see your reaction.”
By now a great deal of sticky, milky cock juice had dribbled out
of Walter’s cock head. Margaret pressed her palm on the cock knob,
coating it with her spunk. She slid her fist to the root of his
prick, holding it in position. Then, with a little smacking sound,
she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.
His fuck organ tasted very good, and so did the cum ooze.
Margaret could already picture herself eagerly gulping down a heavy
cum blast when she made him pop his rocks. She shut her eyes,
concentrating on the taste and sensations of cocksucking. Gradually
she let her lips part, slurping in inch after inch of his huge,
throbbing prick.
Walter looked down at her, excited by the spectacle of the
brunette inhaling his big prick. Margaret stopped when her lips were
stretched to the bursting point around the aching thickness of his
cock. She immediately started sucking very hard, knowing how much a
young boy enjoys a hard, wet cocksucking. Walter shuddered with
pleasure, clutching her head with both hands.
“Hard,” he panted. “Do it really hard!”
Margaret pictured Walter’s mother on her knees like this,
hungrily slurping the tasty stiffness of her own son’s prick. The
image was arousing to her; she would have to make a point of asking
Walter for the details of his incestuous contact with his mother.
Then, Margaret again found herself thinking of giving head like
this to her own son, Henry. It was her most forbidden fantasy, and
one that violently aroused her as she considered it now. Margaret’s
cheeks flushed brightly as she slurped on Walter’s cock, determined
to milk a really big load of cum juice out of his prick.
“Harder,” Walter panted. “Oh, shit, you suck my cock so good!”
Margaret started beating his cock as she sucked, whipping her
strong right hand tirelessly up and down his huge, aching cock meat.
Her cocksucking sounds grew progressively louder, as she eagerly
sucked his big, blood-laden cock. Hot, milky cock juice dribbled out
of the cock know, oozing onto her tongue. Margaret lapped it up,
sucking and slurping, her belly aching as she imagined herself
gulping down a really rich load of jizz.
After five minutes of steady hard, wet sucking, Walter’s prick
had grown as hard as iron. He writhed as he stood over her, wincing
and pulling her hair, on the verge of spraying her tonsils with
spunk.
Margaret alternated rapidly between puffing her cheeks up and
caving them in again, hungrily sucking cock as hard as she could.
Her fist was a blur as it whipped up and down his cock, wildly
jacking Walter’s fuck organ into her mouth.
Now the prick throbbed violently on the roof of her mouth, ready
to burst.
“I’m cumming!” Walter gasped suddenly. “Suck my cock, Mrs.
Kelly, suck my stiff fucking cock! Oh fuck, cuummiiinnnggg!”
An incredible geyser of cum juice blasted out of his piss hole,
spurting on the roof of the cream-starved mother’s mouth. The first
burst was followed by spurt after spurt of hot, tasty cum.
Margaret whimpered, flaring her nostrils to breathe around the
donkey cock thickness of Walter’s erupting prick. The cock juice
kept spraying out of his cock head, shooting onto her tonsils,
filling her stomach with cream. Margaret clung ecstatically to the
disgorging prick, slurping and gulping, determined to nurse every
drop of cum out of Walter’s balls.
At last his orgasm subsided. Margaret took the big, wet prick
out of her mouth and stared at it intently. It was still stiff.
Looking at it made her pussy tingle. How good it would be to allow a
hung lad who’d fucked his own mother to ram her pussy too.
“Well. That was very therapeutic, Walter,” Margaret said
huskily. “You certainly were correct in saying that your prick
always shoots off plentifully when you orgasm. I can’t help noticing
that your cock is still extremely stiff now. Do you often need to
cum twice in a row to relieve the painful stiffness in your fuck
organ?”
“Yeah,” Walter sighed. “Sometimes even more than that.”
“Then let’s try another therapy exercise, Walter. You can fuck
my pussy, right here on the floor, and you can think about your
mother when you’re doing it. Does that sound like an appealing idea
to you?”
“Yeah.”
“All right, Walter. Let me just take off my clothes.”
The wanton brunette rose to her feet, never taking her eyes off
of Walter’s enormous cock. Quickly she stripped naked, anticipating
the effect that the unveiling of her petite, voluptuous body would
have on Walter’s cock.
Walter groaned, staring at her, his prick pulsing harder than
ever. Margaret was proud of her 5’3″ body. She was petite all over,
except for her tits, which were extremely large and firm as they had
been when she was in her teens. If it had not been for her position
as a therapist and mother, the brunette would have spent much more
time teasing men with her mouth-watering chest size. She enjoyed
doing her errands in a tight t-shirt without a bra, letting men watch
as her gigantic, sumptuous tits quivered and bounced as she moved.
Walter was ogling her big tits now. Margaret stretched out on
the floor, wiggling her tight little ass into a good humping position
on the carpet. She continued to stare hungrily at the lad’s immense
prick as she cocked and spread her girlish thighs high and wide.
“Go ahead, Walter. Get on top of me. Fuck my juicy cunt.”
Walter dropped to his knees, his mammoth fuck pole jerking and
twitching over her belly. He held his prick in hand, then fit the
spongy cock tip into her tight, wet pussy. Margaret looked down,
eagerly watching the fat, blue-veined fuck pole disappearing into her
cunt.
“Is my cunt tight enough for you, Walter? Do you like fucking
my pussy as much has you like fucking your horny mother?”
Walter didn’t answer. He hovered on straight arms above her,
his knees spread between her legs, his ass cheeks flexing as he
fucked his long, achey cockshaft deeper into her pussy. The giant
prick was really stretching her now. Margaret gasped with pleasure,
feeling the battering ram hard-on plowing relentlessly into her. She
started wiggling and humping at the same time, helping her young
client bury his cock completely in her spasming, clasping cuntslit.
“It feels so good, Walter! Unnggh! Fuck me deep, honey. Fuck
me like you fuck your mother, honey. I need a good, hard fucking
too!”
Walter sprawled on top of her, crushing her tits under his
chest. His hand came down, clawing the sides of her ass cheeks.
Then he started fucking fast and hard, banging her blushing little
ass onto the floor, drilling her tight pussy with long, skewering
strokes of his blood-laden cock.
“Is this how you fuck your mother, Walter? Unhggh! Oh, fuck,
my pussy’s so wet! Do it harder now! Feels so fucking good!”
She raised her legs as high as she could, draping her ankles
over his shoulders, completely opening her gooey fuck hole for the
womb-reaching thrusts of his cock. Walter grimaced as he loomed over
her, experiencing the delicious, spasming tightness of her pussy.
Faster and faster he rammed his cock into her belly, reaming out her
cunt completely with every stroke.
“You like fucking, don’t you, Walter? Unghh! That’s why you
fucked your mother, isn’t it? You just wanted a nice, tight pussy to
fuck. Isn’t that right?”
Walter just kept on grunting and humping, banging his stiff
prick into her pussy. Margaret humped and wiggled to meet his
strokes, shuddering every time the stiff cock reached the innermost
depths of her cunt.
“Do you have a horny mother, Walter? Does she like the way you
fuck her as much as I do? It’s nice to have a mom who’s willing to
fuck you, isn’t? You don’t have to go out and find a willing girl
when your prick gets hard. You can just stay home and fuck your
mother’s own cunt.”
Margaret flexed her pussy muscles, making her narrow fucking
channel grip and milk around the lad’s pounding cock. By now Walter
was fucking as hard as he could. He panted hoarsely on her neck,
violently aroused by both her tight, gripping pussy and the obscene
things she said about his fucking relationship with his mother.
Margaret could feel her pussy gripping and flexing
uncontrollably now. It was time to stop teasing Walter about his
mother, and to instead concentrate on making herself cum.
“Unngggh! My pussy’s so wet now, Walter! Unggh! Fuck my cunt
hole, fuck it super hard!”
Walter fucked harder still, ramming his hips down, pounding his
gigantic prick into the gushing sheath of her pussy. Margaret humped
frantically to meet his strokes, her giant tits jiggling under his
chest. Then her pussy started to suck and throb, and she knew she
was on the verge of an extremely hard cum.
“Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy!” she squealed. “I’m
cumming, Walter! Cuuummmiiinnngggg!”
The cum was long and hard, pounding through her naked body,
making her cock-stuffed fuck hole ripple lusciously around the
probing length of Walter’s prick. Walter kept fucking as fast as he
could, his meaty cockshaft growing to total stiffness inside her
belly. Then he rammed his big cock to the hilt, and Margaret knew he
was cumming too.
“Oh, Mrs. Kelly!”
The second load of whit, sticky cock juice sprayed out of his
cock tip, spouting and streaming torrentially into her cunt.
Margaret shuddered with pleasure as she felt it blasting into her
pussy, anointing the itchy walls of her cunt hole with a soothing
tide of jizz.
“That’s a good boy, Walter. Shoot it all out.”
She humped, wiggled and flexed her fucking muscles, contracting
her pussy around his jism-squirting cock, helping the hung lad shoot
out every drop.
At last the cum was over. Walter groaned and flopped off of her
body, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a soft, popping sound.
Margaret’s cunt felt very wet and swollen, with a big puddle leaking
out of her hairy slit onto the carpet.
“Walter, you made an awfully big mess down there,” she said.
“Hasn’t your mother taught you not to leave a mess? You’re supposed
to clean up the messes you make, Walter. With your tongue.”
Walter stared at her. Margaret spread her thighs again, giving
him a mouthwatering spread-beaver view of her pussy. She dipped her
finger into her red, cum-dripping hole, darting it salaciously in and
out.
“It’s all hot and creamy,” she panted. “I want you to clean it
up for me, right now. I can’t put on my panties when there’s so much
cock juice in my pussy. I want you to give my pussy a good cleaning
with your tongue.”
Walter still stared at her, shocked and excited that a woman who
seemed so formal at first glance could voice such obscenities. Then
he smiled and stretched out on his stomach between her legs.
Margaret stared at him eagerly, watching as he pressed his mouth to
her throbbing pussy. Then Walter started licking and lapping,
sluicing his tongue up and down between the swollen folds of her
pussy, licking up his own cum.
“That’s a good boy, Walter. Unggh! Your like licking pussy,
don’t you? I’ll bet your mommy likes it when you suck her cunt too.”
Walter was too busy licking and sucking to reply. He thrust his
tongue deep inside her pouty-lipped hole, shamelessly sucking his own
cock juice out of the depths of her cuntal sheath. Margaret held his
head and worked her ass slowly, fucking her throbbing pussy on his
face.
“I think your only problem is that you’re so horny, Walter. I
know just how to help you with your problem with your mother.
Whenever your cock gets hard, you can just visit me and fuck me
instead. I won’t mind at all. I’ll like it.”
Walter nodded, busily licking and lapping, sucking the cum off
her pussy until the horny little fuck hole gleamed only with cunt
oils and spit. He moved his mouth higher, beginning to suck directly
on her clit. Margaret whimpered, holding his head, keeping the
tongue and lip action where she wanted it. But, as much as Walter
delighted her, her unconscious mind was already straying to another,
more forbidden fantasy.
She still wanted to fuck her own son.

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Sexual Healing – Final Chapter

The night thermostat had long since kicked in and the living room was cool, despite the crackling flames in the fireplace. Kimberly snuggled under the light comforter with Jerry, who had his left arm draped lightly over her shoulder. Her eyes were closed and her head lolled on his shoulder. Emily was pressed against Kim’s other side, her face snuggled into Kim’s shoulder and her lips against the side of her neck. Her hand was a constantly moving phantom under the comforter, gliding over Kim’s ripe tits and lower, to the downy fuzz between her thighs. Kim was stroking Emily’s shoulders with one hand; the other rested protectively on Jerry’s limp cock.
The kitchen light clicked off. Connie lingered in the doorway for a moment, holding the tray with the three goblets, the chilled wine bottle and a mug of steaming tea. She was wearing her oversized bathrobe against the coolness in the air. She saw Kim’s eyes open and her husband’s face turned to her. She smiled, savoring the sight of her three favorite people, all clumped together in her living room.
Connie’s nipples were pebble-hard under the robe, and the temperature of the air had nothing to do with it. She flashed on the memory of the first seduction with Kim, of the wild evening after their shopping spree, of the half-crazed orgy with Emily, of seeing Kimberly writhing and gasping as Jerry’s big dick probed her, of watching Emily gorge herself on his fat cock…
…and she thought about what she planned next and shivered.
“Cold, honey?” Jerry asked. “Get over here and cuddle up.”
“I’m not cold,” she said softly. “But you can be sure I plan on collecting some cuddles!”
He smiled and reached out with one long, well-muscled arm, the movement bringing the thick veins into relief against his smooth skin as he beckoned to her. He was sitting naked, cuddled with two of the sexiest women she had ever imagined, and he was waving for her to come close to him and be with him.
“Oh, look,” Emily stage-whispered. “Rampant heterosexuality rears its head.”
“That’s all it’s going to rear for the rest of this night,” Jerry answered quickly, grinning. “You have turned my reservoirs into deserts.”
Connie set the tray down, poured the wine and handed out the three vessels. When Jerry reached to take the mug in both hands, the comforter fell away from his chest. Connie set her wine goblet down long enough to indulge an impulse: She bent and very lightly nipped with her teeth at her husband’s left nipple, so hard and protruding in the cool air of the room. She felt his relaxed groan of pleasure at her touch and again, at her tongue’s play with the erectile tissue.
Connie insinuated herself under Jerry’s right arm, wedging her shoulder under his armpit and turning her face to his chest just long enough to lick his firm breast. She slid her left hand down until she found Kim’s forearm, then followed it to Kim’s hand and the cock of the man she’d married.
She squeezed Kim’s fingers slightly over the flaccid mass of dick- flesh. Kim turned her head and met Connie’s gaze. Kimberly’s eyes were half-closed with remembered and anticipated pleasure. Connie smiled slightly and gave just the hint of a nod. Kim nodded back and began kissing her way down over Jerry’s chest to his stomach and abdomen, then shifted and moved in on his thighs and, finally, his cock and balls. Connie pulled the comforter into place so that Kim was still covered. The lush blonde had become a warm, licking, indistinct form moving under the big comforter, with her head in Jerry’s lap and Connie’s small hand caressing her head and face.
Jerry hissed with pleasure as Kim pulled his glans, soft but still large, into her mouth and sucked languidly on it.
“Know what I want?” Connie asked her husband.
Jerry carefully reached over and put the mug on the end table. He looked at his wife and shook his head. “What?”
“I want to get down on my hands and knees in front of the fire and stick my face between Emily’s legs and lick her while Kim sits on her face and she licks Kim and sticks a dildo or her fingers — maybe her whole hand — ”
Kim’s moan was audible through the comforter, even though her mouth was slowly being filled.
” — into Kim’s wet cunt.”
“What a-about you?” Jerry stammered.
“I want you to be fucking me hard, with that big cock…in my ass!”
The muscles of Jerry’s face had been slack from the pleasures Kim was lavishing on his penis under the comforter. Now his expression tightened and saddened. “Oh, babe, you know I’d like to and you know that it won’t work. I won’t even try to do something that hurts you like that did.”
“I can take it — and I want it!” she insisted.
“Even if I was willing to give it another try, ‘bunch, I’m not up to it. Aside from remembering the last time, there’s the simple fact that you three have already drained me four times tonight. Nothing’s gonna raise the flag for me again.”
She smiled craftily. “I can prove to you that I can take it — and you *are* going to be hard as a rock again.”
He smiled. “No way.”
“Bet?” She held her pinky out.
“Stakes?”
“If I prove it and you get hard, you have to give me what I want.”
“And if you fail?”
“We’ll be your sluts for a night. We’ll do anything you want for you, with you, to you, to each other — and we’ll tape it all.”
He hooked his pinky with hers. “Deal.” His smile was broad and confident. Hers matched it in a moment.
She nodded to Emily. Still clad only in stockings and garters, the lovely Japanese woman unfolded from the couch and came to Connie’s side. Jerry watched. His wife stood. Emily opened Connie’s robe and dropped to her knees — slowly, her long tongue and soft lips working all the way down. Emily cupped Connie’s butt in her hands and pulled her forward. Connie opened her legs and hunched her pussy down and forward.
Jerry’s eyes widened as he watched Emily’s long tongue extend completely until just the tip was tracing his wife’s pussy lips.
Connie gasped softly, then moaned as Emily trilled the tip of her tongue over her swollen clitoris. Her voice quavering, she began to set the scene for her husband.
“So, after — after we ate dinner, we were all in the bed. And Emily — Oh! Ooooh! — Emily pushed her whole hand into Kimberly and was l-l-licking h-h-her and Kim couldn’t stop cumming — ”
She could hear Kim moan again, saw the lump of her head moving again under the comforter.
” — And I got this great b-b-big double dong — about two feet long and really thick — and — a-a-and… Yes! Oooohh! — and I stuffed half of — half of it into my cunt and squeezed the other half into Emily while she fist-fucked Kimberly and we all came so much that — YES! YES!” She grabbed Emily’s head and forced her face closer as the orgasm rocked her.
Connie moaned and panted and finally relaxed enough from her orgasm to continue her aural sex: “And then Emily and I started in a 69 and she put her whole hand into my cunt and then Kimberly used the double dildo, with half in her cunt and the other half up my ass. I couldn’t believe how deep it felt — in my belly, it seemed like.”
She looked down as Emily glanced up. They nodded to each other.
“You took a hand in your pussy and a big dildo in your cunt at the same time?”
She shook her head. Emily stood and flashed, all but naked, up the stairs. “First one, then the other — about a zillion times.”
Kim’s head came up and she pulled the comforter back. She smiled proudly at Connie. “This thing is as hard as steel and I think it’s got to be more than nine inches.”
Connie put one small hand on her husband’s cock and stroked the length of it lightly. “Does seem bigger than usual.” She could hear Emily coming down the stairs. She too her hand off his cock and gazed into her husband’s eyes. “Feel Kim’s nipples. Aren’t they amazing?”
She smiled as Jerry reached down to cup Kim’s left breast, then measured her nipple with thumb and forefinger a good two inches apart.
“Pinch it a little, please?” Kim whispered. Her eyes closed slowly as he tweaked her sensitive, oversized nipple and then she dropped her mouth over his hard, upstanding cock and sucked furiously.
“I don’t expect you to take my word for it with the high stakes like we’re betting,” Connie said. “So I have some proof.”
Emily knelt beside her, opening the gym bag and taking out the towel-wrapped toys.
“Get the big one slippery and slide it into Kim, honey.”
Emily had already begun spreading the lubricant on the huge dildo.
“And I have even more proof.” She stepped to one side and picked up the remote control from the end table. She turned and clicked it twice. The television came on, then the VCR. The screen was blank. She pressed the third switch. The tape began to roll.
The perspective never shifted and the low level of lighting was barely adequate — but the scene was clear enough.
Kimberly mugging momentarily for the lens, pinching her hardened nipples and tugging at her tits.
“I don’t understand — ” Connie heard her own voice say from the television, and she heard Emily reply quietly: “I do” and saw the depraved smile. On the screen, Emily pulled Connie up on all fours and slid beneath her from behind and TV Connie stiffened as Emily’s tongue hit her clitoris, then groaned at the touch of the tongue tip on her swollen clitoris.
To one side in the scene, Kimberly was stuffing the end of the big double-dildo into herself.
Emily had three fingers in Connie’s cunt on the television and the electronic Connie was groaning, “Ohhh, noooo…” as the fourth finger went in.
Then Connie’s ass was hidden from the camera as Kimberly straddled Emily’s chest.
“Fuck me.” Connie’s gasp was loud from the speaker. Emily began working her thumb into her cunt and Kim started rubbing the free end of the big dildo against her asshole.
“And if we can’t both fuck you at once, that’s okay.” Connie glanced down, struck by the oddity of hearing Kim’s voice so clearly while Kim’s real-time mouth was stuffed with Jerry’s hugely stiffened dick. “We’ll take turns,” said the spectral voice. “Her little fist in your cunt and then this big fucker in your ass.”
Connie’s mewing accompanied the widening of her pussy entrance as Emily’s hand worked its way inexorably inside. Kimberly’s ripe ass moved higher on the screen, revealing Connie pushing back and down, forcing her cunt onto Emily’s hand while above her, the huge dildo hung halfway from Kim’s cunt like some insane transsexual fantasy come true.
“But you *are* going to get reamed, you slut!” Kimberly was saying.
“Fuckmefuckfuckme…”
Connie’s words were quite distinct from the speaker. So were the screams of unrestrained pleasure that followed as Emily’s entire hand pumped inside her cunt.
Then Kim was crouching lower, pressing the thick tip of the wide double dildo against Connie’s asshole. It was obvious that this wasn’t going to work.
“My turn, Emily!” Kim called.
Connie glanced at her husband. His eyes were wide and glazed as he stared at the screen. She looked at the end of the sectional. Emily was working the very same big dildo into Kimberly’s juicy cunt from behind that was imperiling Connie’s little ass on the screen.
On the screen, Connie was hunching and shaking as Emily’s small hand slid out of Connie’s cunt. Kim was pushing the dildo forcefully now, wedging open Connie’s little asshole. On-screen Connie was rotating her ass and pushing up, trying to force herself open.
“It’s going to split you open,” Kim was saying.
“Yes! Split me in half with that fucker!”
“It’s going to hurt…”
“Yes! Yes! Make it hurt! Make it real! Make me feel it in my fucking bowels! EEEEEEEE — ”
The scream trailed off into yelps as first the head, then the shaft of the huge double dildo slid deeper and deeper into her.
“Yes! YES! It’s in my fucking stomach! More! MORE — AHHH!”
Kim rammed the rest of it into her and began rocking over Connie’s small ass. Connie’s rectum was distended by the fat, pale shaft. Beneath her ass was Emily’s tongue, stroking her pussy and teasing her clit.
“Damn it, fuck me!”
Kimberly began pumping her hips, pounding in and out of Connie’s asshole.
“YES! AHHHHHHH! Oh, yeah, yeah, fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckfuckme…”
Real-time Connie tore her gaze from the screen and turned. Emily was rubbing and pinching her clitoris as she knelt behind Kim, pumping the dildo in and out of the richly curved blonde. Kimberly was moving her head slowly up and down over about a third of Jerry’s hard, glistening cock. Jerry was staring fixedly at the screen. Connie motioned to Emily, whose lovely eyes focused. Emily nodded and climbed off the sectional.
“Have I won the bet, lover?” Connie asked her husband. His head jerked as he looked at his wife, naked and horny before him. “The bet?”
He looked down at Kim’s blonde head moving over his cock, looked at the television where his petite wife was taking a mammoth dildo up the ass and cumming without pause. Then he turned his face to her and grinned. “I think you could say so.”
“Pay up.”
Emily bent to take a tube of lubricant from the bag on the floor, then took Connie by the hand and led her to the rug in front of the crackling fire. As Emily reclined and spread her lovely legs, Connie dropped to her knees and smiled back at her husband. “Turn off the television — I want the real thing!”
Jerry reached for the remote as Kim pulled her lips off his cock and rolled to her side against the back of the sectional. The dildo was still in her cunt. She reached down with both hands and pumped it savagely a few times, then stiffened and groaned, her abdomen contracting as she came.
Emily let the tube of lubricant roll on the rug as Connie bent beneath her legs and pulled her stockinged thighs onto her shoulders.
Connie heard Emily’s sigh of pleasure as she kissed the pale, firm flesh between the garters and her cunt. She felt Jerry kneeling behind her, then felt his lips on the nape of her neck and shivered, watching his hand reach beside her to get the tube of lubricant. She felt a small buzzing begin around her asshole and in her belly as she anticipated what was coming next. She heard the slurping of her husband’s hand spreading the jelly on his stiff dick, then felt the cool wetness of his finger massaging globs, then more, and then still more, of the slippery stuff into her rectum. She hummed in encouragement and pleasure, wiggling her butt enticingly as she began licking the bisexual Japanese cunt dripping in front of her face.
Emily began undulating her hips, her hands going to the sides of Connie’s face and holding her mouth in place as she moaned in pleasure. Connie felt the warmth and weight and firmness of Kimberly’s tits, the shocking stiffness of her hard nipples, against her back.
“I’ll aim that thing,” Kim said throatily. Connie felt Kim’s forearm against her uptilted ass, then her husband shifting.
And then his wonderful, huge, hard prick was pushing against her asshole. She groaned in pleasure and twisted her ass, pushing back and trying to impale herself on it.
Emily was cumming against her mouth, long waves of orgasm that were slowly intensifying, as Jerry began pushing his prick into Connie’s little asshole. Connie willed her sphincters to relax. They kept stretching and stretching as his glans pushed into her. It felt like he was trying to fit a baseball bat into her asshole, felt like his cock was twice as big as normal. She moaned into Emily’s cunt. It was starting to strain her, to hurt.
“C’mon, Jerry, she wants this — craves it! You saw the tape! Do it — or get out of the way and I’ll fuck her ass again. She loves it!”
“I’m not so sure — ”
“Split her open! She fucking wants it!”
Emily was cumming harder, muffling Connie with her spasming cunt, her thighs locked around Connie’s head.
“Do it, dammit!” Kim barked.
“But — ”
Connie felt Kim move away, then heard Jerry: “What are — ”
“In her — now!”
There was a lurch and her husband’s huge prick was pile-driving insistently into her ass, her sphincters stretching impossibly till she wondered if they’d split and then —
“MMMMNNNNGH!” Connie growled into Emily’s streaming pussy as the glans snugged inside her ass and her sphincters gripped his shaft.
“No, stop pushing,” Jerry groaned, as he felt his wife’s asshole clamping down on his dick.
“That’s the worst,” Emily said. “Now give her the rest of it!”
Emily spoke with shocking clarity, despite her orgasm: “This is what she has dreamed of — so fuck her ass with that big cock!”
Despite the strain, Connie pushed back as much as she could. Jerry’s hands tightened on her hips while he grunted behind her and then, finally, he was pushing his huge prick into her.
Connie couldn’t believe the sensation. It was definitely bigger than the big dildo and it was like being impaled by a column of flesh- hot steel. Deeper and deeper he went, stretching her rectum, reaming her asshole, his glans plowing farther into her than she’d thought possible. His dick seemed endless and her overwhelmed sphincters simply fluttered and spasmed helplessly as inch after inch of thick flesh wormed into her tight backdoor.
Emily was cumming harder and harder on Connie’s face, the orgasms becoming distinct again. Connie locked her lips around the Japanese woman’s engorged clitoris and sucked, the tip of her tongue barely touching the sensitive pink nodule. She felt Emily tense impossibly — and then Emily was having one of her wonderfully wet releases. Her cunt spasmed and expelled splash after splash of juices as she came, softly howling in pleasure.
Jerry’s flat abdomen slowly pressed against Connie’s outthrust little ass and then she felt his pubic hair graze the furrow of her buttocks. As his balls swung forward to press her cunt, Connie emitted a deep, guttural moan that vibrated through her entire body. She wondered if Jerry’s glans was really throbbing just beneath her stomach, or if that was merely her imagination…or her now-distorted sense of reality. That big cock in her was warping her senses. Her entire being seemed to revolve around it, as if she were skewered.
Emily’s hands and legs fell away from Connie’s head as she lapsed into semi-consciousness from her orgasm. Connie raised her head and tried to speak. Her voice wouldn’t work.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah…so deep…can’t tell where you end and I start… soooo goooood…” she babbled softly. She didn’t have the strength to hold her head up any longer. She lowered her face to Emily’s soaked snatch just as Kim crawled forward over the nearly comatose Japanese woman. The dildo was still hanging from Emily’s cunt. It came to rest wetly on Emily’s slack face and thick hair when Kim pushed her clitoris down to Emily’s lips. Connie saw Emily’s nostrils flare at Kim’s aroma and then that amazing tongue was snaking its way upward to find and massage Kimberly’s bright red clitoris.
Jerry began move inside Connie.
“Oh, shit!” Connie yelped. “Fuck! OH FUCK!”
It was better than she’d dreamed. Jerry was only moving an inch or so at first, but the movement was transmitted to almost ten inches of tightly packed asshole.
The movement lengthened inside her and she felt the tension in her belly and between her hips. She felt like a ball of warmth and energy was growing there, spreading, swelling with each stroke of her husband’s huge prick in her little ass.
Connie began to moan, louder and louder, in time with his fucking. Now he was pulling almost half his cock out and pushing it back in. Her sphincters felt as if they were being turned inside out, gripping and coating his shaft as he withdrew, then imploding when he drove in. She tried to lick Emily, but she could barely muster the strength to move her tongue in the savory sauces of her cunt.
His grip was tighter on her narrow hips, as if he were trying to compress her around his cock. She had no strength in her arms and legs as he lengthened his strokes. He was pumping her ass up and down on his piledriving cock, using her hot, tight rectum to massage his hugely swollen dick.
She loved it.
Connie moaned louder and louder, then began wailing. The sound ululated with his strokes, growing louder as that tense ball inside her belly swelled. She felt the buzz of the pleasure spreading through her body, overwhelming her senses. It was almost scary, as if something primal and uncontrollable were taking control of her senses. The glowing buzz had filled her body, now, and was in every cell and still growing, still swelling till she felt as if she were going to explode.
She opened her eyes to see Kim’s nipples looking as close to bursting as Connie felt, to see Emily’s abdomen rippling at the touch of Connie’s tongue on her cunt when Jerry pounded her forward.
“Alllll offf ITTTT…” Connie howled and Jerry pumped longer, pulling back till his glans was on the verge of escape, then ramming forward till his balls slapped her cunt and clitoris, spreading the buzz, feeding the buzz…
Then it exploded. The buzz burst and Connie felt herself cumming as she’d never cum in her sexually very active life. It seemed like her entire body had become one orgasmic clitoris, as if every part of her were cumming — her ass, her cunt, her clit, her tits, her mouth, her fingers, her hair.
“Oh – cum – in – me – while – I’m – cum – ming,” she managed to breathe, forming each sound carefully as she came and clenched.
Behind her, Jerry growled and held her hips still tighter. He pumped faster, harder, almost brutally.
She kept cumming.
His prick swelled inside her ass hole, stretching it still more. His strokes shortened and speeded. He slammed into her, pushing his hips at her.
She kept cumming.
He rammed his thick cock all the way in and held it inside her. She could feel his balls lurching against her clitoris. He was arching, still pushing at her ass.
She kept cumming.
His hands pulled her limp hips upward, his cock jerking inside her. She was impaled, held up by his hands on her hips and his cock still swelling in her cunt.
She kept cumming.
His prick convulsed and then she screamed in pleasure as she felt his semen pour deep, deep into her bowels, hot and thick. She could feel each spurt shoot from his glans and slam into her innards and it was like throwing gasoline on a fire. She was incendiary in her orgasm, burning brighter and higher and cumming so intensely she was forgetting to breathe…
She kept cumming and cumming, her husband’s ejaculations slowing in her ass, his dick finally beginning to shrink and even that added to it. She couldn’t stop the cumming, even as she felt everything slip away and join the enveloping haze of her orgasm.
She kept cumming.
* * *
Sun glow filtered through the drapes. Connie woke softly, savoring the ache, feeling that orgasmic buzz lingering. She was sandwiched between Kimberly and her husband, Kim’s lush breasts warming her back, Jerry’s strong chest protecting her face. Kim had fallen asleep with the dildo still in her cunt; Connie could feel it against the back of her thigh.
She looked up. Emily was sitting against the headboard, wearing one of Jerry’s pajama tops. Emily smiled softly. It was the first time Connie had ever seen her completely without makeup. The black hair was a disheveled mess. She looked about nineteen and almost innocent. Certainly sweet.
Emily rolled to all fours and bent forward to kiss Connie’s temple. Jerry and Kim stirred, rolling to their backs and away from Connie, but still touching her. Emily leaned to Kim and kissed each nipple, then Kim’s lips, lightly. She shifted to Jerry and kissed his lips softly.
Connie rolled onto her husband, wincing at the pains in her ass and hips and shoulders. Jerry’s arms enveloped her. “Good morning, husband.”
“Good morning, wife. I love you.”
“I love you, Gerald.”
He kissed her eyes. “Was your anniversary fantasy everything you wanted?”
“Better. I never knew I could cum like that. I thought my toes were cumming.” She giggled slightly. “And how did you like your ‘fate worse than death’?”
“Amazing.” He chuckled. “I never imagined I’d like it so much, seeing you cum with someone else. But I did — and even more when you were cumming with me and with someone else at the same time.” He sighed and ran his hands lightly over her back. “What’s next?”
“I’ll want us to do this again, probably.” She wasn’t sure how he’d react to that.
He hesitated for a moment, then: “I’d like that…but not right away, okay?”
She nodded against his chest. “I found out something I needed to know, but didn’t know I needed to know.”
“Meaning?”
“I’ve been with other women since we met.”
“I know.”
“And I always came back to you — I chose you. Understand?”
He held her tighter. “And now you know that even with two sexy women there, craving me and me craving them, that I choose you.” He sighed. “I think maybe I was unsure of my self-control in that spot — maybe that’s why I resisted doing this with you for so long: I was afraid you might feel…slighted? Maybe.”
“So now we both know. We’re both so sure of each other…”
Emily leaned her face down next to them. “I now pronounce you desperately in love with each other and sure of it.”
“Exactly.” Both said it at once, then smiled.
Kim cleared her throat.
“Yes?” Jerry coaxed.
“Can anyone here be persuaded to make some coffee?”
“I hate to move,” Connie confessed.
“Me, too,” Jerry said. They looked hopefully at Emily.
She shook her head. “My life insurance policy forbids me from entering a kitchen. I am considered a threat to human life.”
Kim sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll get the coffee started.” She climbed off the bed, grabbed Jerry’s robe and headed for the bedroom door.
“Kim?” Connie called.
She turned. “What?”
“Aren’t you going to take that thing out of you?”
Kim grinned. “Un-un. Y’see, after I get the coffee started, I’m going to come back up here. I have an idea.”
“Uh-oh…” Jerry uttered.
“Yeah — y’see, I want Jerry to give me what you got, while I fuck Emily with this.” She reached down and grabbed the obscenely hanging dildo.
“And where am I going to be?” Connie asked.
“Oh, you’re in charge of hiding Emily’s hand while she licks you. By the time we’re done with that, I’ll have more ideas. I want to see how many possibilities there are.”
“We have created a monster,” Emily stated, smiling.
“Good grief,” Jerry said. “Think of it — three women, each with three orifices, a tongue and hands. That’s fifteen factors. The combinations run two to the fifteenth power — that’s over thirty-two thousand possibilities!”
“Oh, yeah?” Kim answered, wonder in her face. “Then I better hurry with that coffee!” She hurried through the doorway.
“Is she serious?” Jerry asked Connie.
“I hope so,” Emily interrupted. They looked at her as she knelt and unbuttoned the pajama top, revealing her stiff-nippled tits. She leaned over them, feeding one breast to Jerry. Connie felt his cock hardening beneath her, felt her own juices starting to flow again.
“I hope so,” Emily purred again and began stroking Connie’s back. “I want to give every one of them a good tryout!”

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