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What Daddy Needs 7

Justin leaned against the closed bathroom door listening to the sound of his sister vomiting. He knocked timidly on the door then pushed it open a little and peeked in. Phoebe knelt on the floor resting her head against one arm draped over the toilet bowl. She opened her eyes when she heard the door, but she didn’t lift her head.
“Are you okay?” he asked stepping into the bathroom.
She nodded then, gripped by another wave of nausea, rolled up onto her knees and started to heave again.
Justin turned and ran to the top of the staircase. “Dad!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
“Justin, stop bellowing and come down here if you want to speak to your father,” his stepmother said angrily from the door of the living room.
“Dad!” Justin yelled again as he started down the stairs.
“What is it, Justin?” Jake asked coming to the bottom of the steps from the direction of the kitchen.
“Phoebe’s sick,” Justin said continuing down the stairs as Jake started up, taking the steps two at a time.
He paused for a second in the bathroom doorway as his teenaged daughter emptied what was left in her stomach. She wiped her hand across her mouth and sat back, turning to lean against the wall. He went to kneel beside her, gently stroking her hair.
“Not feeling so good?” he asked softly.
Phoebe shook her head. Her dad stood up and took the liner out of the small plastic trash can by the toilet. He helped Phoebe to her feet and kept a steadying arm around her shoulders as he guided her back to her room.
He settled her back onto her pillows and set the trash can on the floor next to her bed. Sitting down carefully beside her he brushed a damp tendril of hair back from her face. Phoebe closed her eyes and curled up on her side.
“It’s probably just a stomach bug,” Jake said rubbing her back.
“I know,” she mumbled.
“I’ll bring you some peppermint tea and dry toast then you can go back to sleep,” he said rising to his feet.
He left the room. Phoebe dozed off to wake up what seemed like a few minutes later
to her dad caressing her cheek. He helped her sit up and she sipped the tea and ate the piece of toast he’d brought her. When she finished she sank back onto her pillow and smiled wanly at her dad.
Jake leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead. “Just take it easy today, kitten,” he said as he straightened up. “I’ll call and check on you later.”
Phoebe nodded and closed her eyes. Her dad stood by her bed for a few minutes more watching her as she drifted back to sleep.
Downstairs he leaned in the doorway of the living room. His wife, Lorraine, lounged on the sofa paging through one of her magazines. She looked up and smiled.
“Phoebe is staying home from school today,” he said. “She’s not feeling well.”
“She probably has a test she doesn’t want to take,” the dark haired woman said petulantly.
“She’s throwing up,” he said straightening away from the frame. “Just let her be. I’ll call in a while and check on her.”
Lorraine sat up and swung her feet to the floor as he started to turn away. “We’re still going out tonight, right?” she asked. “We promised the Jacksons.”
“I don’t know,” he answered without turning around.
Lorraine jumped up to follow him to the door. “It’s not like she has to watch Justin,” she said. “He has a sleep over tonight.”
“If Phoebe isn’t feeling well I’m not going to leave her here alone,” he said the irritation beginning to sound in his voice.
“We haven’t been out in forever,” she whined. “Phoebe’s a big girl. She’d be fine . . .”
Jake slammed his open palm against the door and his wife jumped and shrunk away from him. “I said we’ll see how she feels later,” he said, his voice tight.
He took a deep breath as Lorraine retreated to the living room. With a final glance toward the stairs, Jake opened the door and left. His wife sullenly returned to paging through the magazine. She couldn’t wait until her spoiled step daughter was out of her house.
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Phoebe turned off the TV when she heard the front door slam. Rising to her feet she started up the hallway toward the front of the house. She met her father on his way to the kitchen. He didn’t look happy.
“You’re home early,” she said as he brushed past her.
She turned and followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the black granite counter top of the island in the center of the room. She watched as he got a glass and poured a generous portion of Scotch. He turned to look at her as he raised the glass to his lips.
“Where’s Lorraine?” Phoebe asked.
Jake shrugged as he set his glass down on the counter next to his daughter. His hands cupping her face, he slid his fingers into her long, silky hair. She closed her eyes as his lips found hers, her arms snaking around his neck. She parted her lips and he thrust his tongue against hers as he wrapped his arms around her.
He broke the kiss and, sighing deeply, rested his forehead against hers. Phoebe caressed his stubble roughened cheek. He kissed her nose then her forehead and, keeping one arm around her, picked up his glass and took another long drink.
“Did you not have a good time?” Phoebe asked leaning back to look up at her dad.
“I didn’t want to go out in the first place,” he said. “Then she did nothing but whine and bitch the whole evening.”
“Where is she now?” she asked, her hands tugging at the dress shirt tucked into his jeans.
Jake watched his daughter with heavy lidded eyes as she started to unbutton his shirt. He took another sip from his glass then set it down again and slid his hands under her shirt. He ran his hands over her soft skin then pulled her close again.
“I don’t want to talk about Lorraine,” he said huskily.
“When is she coming home?” Phoebe asked, her hands gliding over his chest.
“I don’t know,” he said, his hands closing firmly over her tiny waist. “It doesn’t matter.”
He lifted her onto the counter and slid his hands under her shirt pushing it up. Phoebe grasped the hem and pulled the shirt off over her head. Jake pressed her knees apart to stand between her thighs, his hands cupping her round breasts. She leaned back on her arms as her dad pushed her tits together and lowered his head to lick one pert, pink nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
She brought one hand up to cup the back of his head as his mouth moved from one hard, rosy bud to the other and back again. Her breathing quickened as she watched her dad suckle her breast. It felt as though there was one nerve coupling her breasts and some mysterious point deep in her lower abdomen. Her dad’s hands and mouth caressing the firm mounds of flesh were setting off hot flares of exquisite pleasure that vibrated through the core of her womanhood.
His lips left her her breasts to trail kisses over her quivering stomach as his hands urged her to lie back on the counter. She lifted her hips as he pulled her shorts and panties off. He ran his hands up over the soft, smooth skin of her calves to the backs of her knees and lifted her legs until her feet were on the counter by her firm, round ass.
He caressed the inside of her thighs as he eased her legs open wider. His thumbs gently spread her labia and he leaned down and pushed his tongue into her, swirling it around the opening of her vagina before drawing the tip through her slit to flick again and again at her clit. Phoebe groaned and rocked against his face.
“Daddy,” she murmured, her hands moving to hold his head as he sucked the hard nub into his mouth, “it feels so good.”
He slid a finger into her wet cunt and felt her tighten her muscles as he began to thrust in and out. Her breathing quickened and she ground herself against his face. He slipped another finger into her and she groaned as he curved them up in a come hither motion to rub the top wall of her vagina. His tongue worked her erect clit, his free hand massaged her lower abdomen pressing firmly just above her pubic bone.
Finding the rougher mound of flesh on the top wall of her vagina, Jake began tapping the tips of his fingers against it. Phoebe gasped and arched her back. Her thighs clamped against his head and he could feel the tremors that wracked her petite body.
“Daddy,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Cumming.”
Jake felt his daughter’s tight pussy clamp down on his fingers. He withdrew them to press his mouth against the convulsing opening to lap at the juices that squirted from her sweet cunt. Phoebe shuddered through her orgasm Her hands holding her father’s head firmly against her body until the waves of pleasure subsided.
Jake pulled her up, holding her tightly against his body as he kissed her deeply. Phoebe wound her arms around her father’s neck moaning softly as she sucked the taste of her cunt off his tongue. He lifted her off the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the den.
He laid her gently on the sofa and kissed her before straightening to slowly remove his clothes. Phoebe watched through sleepy eyes, reaching for him as he lowered himself onto her. She spread her legs for him and he guided the plum shaped head of his hard cock to the tight opening of her vagina pushing into her until he had buried his entire length in her slick, warm depths.
“Daddy,” Phoebe breathed as he held himself still inside her for a moment. “Fuck me.”
Jake leaned down and captured her lips with his. He began a slow, steady rhythm, pulling back until just the head of his thick, hard cock was still in her tight, wet cunt before thrusting back into her. He could feel her tightening, the walls of her sweet pussy clinging to his tumescent prick every time he pulled back to piston into her again.
His breathing quickened with his pace till he was panting as he pounded into her. Phoebe rocked up to meet each hard thrust, rotating her hips to grind her engorged clit against the base of his cock as he slammed into her. She felt the delicious tension building again.
Jake pushed up on his arms, his head down as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. His balls, heavy with unspent semen, swinging with his powerful thrusts, slapping wetly against her ass. He clenched his jaw as he tried to hold back prolonging the pleasure his daughter’s body afforded him.
“Phoebe,” he groaned.
“Uh huh. Uh huh,” she whimpered. “Daddy. Oh, fuck yes. Daddy!”
Her body stiffened and the tension building in her lower stomach snapped as her orgasm overtook her. She rocked up against him, driving his turgid cock deeply into her convulsing cunt. She felt him swell inside her and bucked her hips wildly against him.
Jake pulled out and rose to his knees, his cock in his hand. “Open your mouth, baby,” he said huskily as he fisted his cock stroking it fast.
Phoebe obeyed as her Dad’s hips jerked and his cock spewed cum onto her nose and cheek. He kept pounding his meat and erupted again as she stuck out her tongue to catch his semen letting some drip onto her chin. She sat up and took the head of his cock into her mouth to suck the last of his cum from his balls.
Jake groaned as his daughter rubbed his half flaccid cock against her cheek then sucked him into her mouth again to clean her cum and his from his flesh. He shivered when her tongue circled the overly sensitive head of his shriveling cock. He pulled out of her mouth and sat back on the sofa to watch as Phoebe used her fingers to scoop his cum from her cheek and chin then suck them into her pretty mouth.
He rose to his feet and helped her up. “We can’t stay here,” he said helping her up.
Gathering up his discarded clothes he headed into the kitchen with her in tow. He stopped to finish the Scotch in his abandoned glass then picked up her shorts and top before leading her upstairs.
“I’m going to wash up,” she said pausing in the hallway.
Jake nodded and walked to his bedroom as Phoebe closed the bathroom door behind her. She washed her face and rinsed her father’s cum from her where it had run into her hair. She brushed her teeth and turned off the light as she left the bathroom to cross the hall to her bedroom.
“Lock it,” her father said from her bed as she pushed her door shut. She hesitated for a second and then obeyed.
“You shouldn’t sleep here,” she cautioned as she crawled into her bed beside him.
“Maybe not,” he agreed, pulling her close to him, “but I’m going to.”
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Phoebe woke before her dad. He slept on his side, pressed against her body, one arm laying across her slender waist. She turned onto her side to face him, her face close to his. She caressed his cheek then slid her hand down over his lightly furred chest and stomach to fondle his flaccid penis.
He stirred in his sleep, but didn’t wake up as she began to stroke him. His cock stiffened and swelled in her hand. She pushed against his hip to urge him onto his back and leaned over him lifting his cock and sucking him into her mouth. She closed her fingers around him. Twisting her head from side to side, she moved her mouth slowly up and down his shaft.
Jake woke to the wet, sucking sensation of his daughter fellating him. He groaned loudly and cupped her head in his hands as he began to thrust into her willing mouth. Phoebe moved her hands to his hips, massaging the sides of his firm ass cheeks as she took him deeper into her mouth with each downward stroke.
“Baby,” he murmured huskily. “So good.”
Phoebe pushed down until her nose brushed the coarse curls at the base of his cock. Her dad’s hips jerked when the head of his cock slid into her throat. She gagged a little and backed off bobbing up and down on his cock faster, sucking as she lifted her head and pushing her tongue against the underside of his cock as pushed back down.
Jake’s breathing grew ragged and he clenched his fists around handfuls of her hair as he fucked her mouth faster. His balls tightened and he threw his head back against the pillow, hips hips jerking up against her face.
“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned as his cock swelled and pulsed in his daughter’s mouth.
Phoebe fisted his cock and began stroking him fast as she lifted her head to hold just a few inches of his cock in her mouth as his semen erupted into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed as his cock twitched and continued to spew cum.
When he was completely spent, she lifted her head and Jake watched drowsily as she licked the cum that had gathered at the corner of her sweet mouth. He pulled her up to lie against his chest and his hands cupping her face guided her mouth to his. She parted her lips and his tongue explored her mouth seeking out the taste of his semen.
Pushing up to she sat beside him and smiled. “Good morning, daddy.”
Jake put his hands behind his head and grinned at her. “It sure is.”
Phoebe turned to slide off the bed. As she stood up the room tilted dangerously and a wave of nausea rolled over her. She put one hand on the night stand to steady herself and Jake sat up, concerned by her sudden pallor.
She rushed to the door swallowing hard as she fumbled with the lock. Throwing the door open she ran across the hall into the bathroom. Jake got to the door just as she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and emptied the contents of her stomach. He sat on his haunches beside her and held her hair back, rubbing her back with his free hand while she continued to heave.
She finished and slumped back against the wall. Jake sat down beside her and drew her into his arms. She laid her head against his chest.
“Phoebs,” he said softly, “Did you have your period this month?”
She nodded without lifting her head. “It was just really light.”
Jake smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Did you feel better after you ate yesterday morning?”
“I felt better when I woke up the second time. Why?” she asked tilting her head to look into her dad’s face.
“I think you might be pregnant, baby,” he said, his smile widening.
She shook her head. “I’m on the pill, Daddy.”
“You go back to bed,” he said brushing her hair back from her face. “I’m going to run a quick errand.”
He stood up and helped her to her feet. She took and unsteady step and he picked her up and carried her back to her room. Laying her gently on the bed he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised.
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Phoebe sat on the side of the tub rocking nervously as her dad picked up the plastic test stick and stared at it for what seemed like forever. He finally met her eyes and a smile spread across his face. He held it out to her.
“Positive,” he said as she took it and looked at the little plus sign.
Tears welled in her eyes as she handed it back to him. “What am I going to do, Daddy?”
Jake kneeled in front of his daughter and looked up into her distraught face. “It’s going to be okay, pumpkin,” he said smiling reassuringly. “I’m always going to be here for you. I’m going to take care of you and this baby.”
“What about college?” she asked, tears still rolling down her face.
“You’ll take a year after high school and then go,” he answered wiping her tears away. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise you.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. He stroked her hair and rocked her.
“Everything is going to be fine,” he said soothingly.
He laid his cheek against the top of her head and smiled. Everything was going to be perfect.

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Family Affairs (Aunt Christina Pt. II) (Ch.4)

This is a work of total fiction. The story and any characters within it belong to Vyper269. If you like it let me know and I’ll write more. If you don’t, I don’t really care. If you want to read, share, and comment on it, Cool! But it is mine. If you want to do anything with the characters, please write me with your ideas and ask, the worst that happens is I say no.
I want to thank everyone for the feedback and the suggestions. I’m truly glad that you’re enjoying this story. With that said, here is part IV, Again, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it! 1/14/2013.
Family Affairs (Aunt Christina Pt. II)
I went down to the garage and brought the ’65 back up. It had plenty of room in the trunk for Niki’s few things, and I was still seething from what I’d read that I felt like I needed the raw power that only a Detroit V8 can offer.
I went back inside and grabbed Nikki bags and stowed them in the trunk, then went in and grabbed the folders off the table and started to take them to my room. I thought better of it and put them in the car, I wanted them with me, not just lying around the house, until I could talk to the girls about what was in them.
I went back inside a second time, this time to find Niki and head for the airport, but she wasn’t at the patio doors anymore. I went over to the patio doors and saw Aunt Christina lying back on the side of the pool pulling on her nipples as hard as she could, her mouth open and her head thrashing side to side in obvious ecstasy. Then I saw Aunt Sarah’s head bobbing up and down between Crissy’s legs. This was shaping up to be a long night for Crissy.
I went to the room we’d given Niki to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I ended up going all the way back to my room. I went in to see if she was there, and I could hear the shower running. I found Niki’s travel clothes and her carry-on along with Rachel’s bikini on the bed. I took Niki’s tickets out of the side pocket to check the flight time, just to be safe, and found the information that I needed. Niki had padded her time a little when she told me 1:00am, but the flight was actually scheduled for 1:30. Since that was the case, we were good for time. I went to the kitchen with her documents and made a quick phone call, then back to my room and stripped out of my clothes.
I moved up to the shower stall in my bathroom and could hear Niki moaning and grunting over the noise of the shower. I peeked around the corner and there was Niki, palms flat against the far wall, her ass pointed at me and Rachel on her knees with her face buried in Niki’s pussy.
“Oh my God, Rachel,” Niki moaned, “You’re much better at that than your sister. Ungh…maybe you can show her…a couple of…pointers before she…Oh God I’m cumming again!!”
Rachel buried her face deeper into Niki’s pussy and reached up and grabbed both of her ass cheeks and squeezed them as she pulled them wide apart. That seemed to push Niki into a second orgasm and she leaned harder against the wall and pushed her ass harder into Rachel.
I took that moment to move up behind Rach and kneel down behind her, my cock was already hard from watching these two together, and I knew Rachel well enough to know that her pussy was probably soaked. I teased her pussy a little with the head, then slid my cock into her as far as I could from this position. She pulled away from Niki and reached behind her to hug me as she leaned into me.
“Ungh…That’s my boy, always exactly where I need him when I need him.”
Niki spun around as I pulled Rachel down on top of me. After a little readjustment she settled into a nice reverse cowgirl ride. I pulled her back onto my chest and gave Niki a ringside view of things to come, (cum?).
“Oh my God, that’s so hot!!!” said Niki. “Can I play too?”
“I’d be mad if you didn’t, you still owe me a cunt licking!” Rachel said as she leaned back up and pulled Niki down to kiss her.
Niki pulled away and touched Rachel’s face, then moved down to start paying Rachel back for the orgasms she owed her.
Rachel settled in to a slow grinding rhythm and let Niki’s tongue work on her clit. As Rachel leaned back and lay on my chest, I reached up and started squeezing and massaging her breasts. I could feel Rachel’s cunt start to spasm around my cock as Niki and I fondled and licked her wonderful body.
“Oh…God!! I’m cumming!!! Oh my…Fuuuuuck!!!” Rachel practically screamed the words as her whole body spasmed and racked itself into a powerful orgasm.
Once her orgasm subsided, I grabbed her arms and started moving at a faster rhythm in and out of Rachel, while Niki went back down on her clit, starting Rachel toward another screaming orgasm. After a short time, Niki moved up and started sucking on Rachel’s tits. Rachel moaned and pulled Niki’s head down and drove those wonderful breasts so deep into Niki’s mouth I thought she might suffocate.
Rachel let go of Niki as her whole body tightened up as her orgasm swept over her. Niki slid down Rachel’s body, kissing her along the way, then just as Rachel started to come down from the ride, Niki planted her mouth on Rachel’s cunt and sucked hard, sending her sky high again.
“Oh Fuuuuuck!”
As Rachel’s body started to subside, I felt Niki push Rachel up and off of my cock. She replaced Rachel’s cunt with her mouth and started licking and sucking Rachel’s juices off my member.
Rachel picked herself up and pulled Niki’s mouth off of my cock just as she was starting to deep throat my dick.
“That’s not fair!” I protested.
“Hush!” was all Rachel said. Niki looked at me licking her lips as Rachel pulled her up and positioned her over my spit-slippery cock. Niki knelt down and settled onto my cock with a low moan and an arched back.
“Oh…Rachel you’re right, it does feel wonderful, doesn’t it?”
“It does, now ride him fast, you’re running out of time.”
I sat up and hugged Niki, pulling her in closer to me, and once I had a good grip on her, I stood up. As I did, she wrapped her arms and legs tight around me and I took her with me into the bedroom. I laid her on the edge of the bed and we found a nice easy rhythm together.
Rachel climbed up on the bed and moved all of my pillows into a big pile above Niki’s head. She leaned back against them and pushed two fingers into her own pussy. She pushed one of her breasts up with the other hand and started sucking and biting on her own nipple.
I leaned away from Niki to change my angle so I could watch Rachel better and Niki moved her legs up and grabbed her own ankles, wrapping her legs nearly behind her head. Now I really had to shift, so I pulled her down so her ass was a little closer to the edge of the bed and started fucking her harder.
“Yes, fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you fuck your mom.”
“Oh God!” said Rachel. “I’m cumming again!”
I didn’t say anything, I just started fucking Niki harder and let some of my built up anger spill out through it. I was slamming her hard into the bed, angry at the shit running around in my head, and dumping it into her cunt.
“Oh…fuck…yes…fuck me! Fuck me harder! HARDER!! Oh…Fuck…I’m cumming!!!” Niki screamed.
I poured as much of it into her as I could, and after just a couple of minutes at that pace, and seeing Rachel with 4 fingers now shoved up inside herself and her own tits in her mouth, I felt my balls tighten.
“Ungh…Ungh…was all that came from Rachel as she finished her own orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum!!!”
“I want it in my mouth! I want to taste you!” Niki insisted, so I pulled out, but a bit too late. As she was moving to wrap her beautiful lips around my cock, I started cumming. I shot some on her face as she slid her mouth over my shaft and down its length, milking all of the remaining cum out of me with her tongue and lips as she played with my balls.
Once I was spent, she backed away from my cock and looked into my eyes and said, “Delicious!”
Rachel came up beside her and licked my cum off of her face. Niki kissed her afterward, and then they both turned and looked up at me. I was mesmerized.
Yep! Really too bad she’s leaving tonight.
After we all showered and got clean, Niki and I got dressed and Rachel put my bed back together. She turned and looked at me with her best ‘mom’ look on her face, waggling a finger at me.
“I’ll be here when you get back, Davey. You come straight home now and fuck mommy some more.” She said this and then broke into a huge grin. “I couldn’t help myself, I am still your mom.”
“That is just sooo hot!” Said Niki looking from Rachel to me and back again.
“Well sweetie, when you come back through, you and Crissy can watch him fuck me and Sarah.” Then she hugged Niki and gave her a deep lusty kiss.
“You’re making it really tough for me to go get on that plane, Rachel.”
“We’re not going anywhere baby, when you come back you guys can stay here with us as long as you want.” Rachel told her as she pulled her back into a hug and kissed her again. Niki kissed her back and I could see them swapping spit with their tongues.
“Then it’s a date for when I come back through this way.” Niki sounded a little bummed by the whole exchange, but she gave Rachel one last kiss then picked up her carry-on and headed for the door. “I’ll wait for you out here, Davey.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“I’ll be waiting for you in here Davey, so please come home quickly and keep me warm.” She said this to me as she moved over and crawled onto my bed looking back over her shoulder and down her body, letting all her hair fall down the far side of her face. Hot!!
“I’ll be back to you as soon as I possibly can. Believe me.” I said as I moved up to her and rubbed her ass and pussy as I leaned down and kissed her lower back.
“Mmmm…are you back already?”
“All right, I’m going. But I don’t have to be happy about it.”
“I know, but you did promise.”
“I’ll text you when I’m heading home.”
“I’ll be right here.”
“I love you Rachel.” I told her as I kissed her lower back and ran my tongue down her crack and teased her sweet rosebud just a little.
“Ungh…you better go before I tear your clothes off and make Niki miss her flight.”
I broke away from her and headed for the door. “That wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing for us would it?”
“No,” she laughed, “not bad at all.”
I went out and Sarah and Crissy were saying goodbye to Niki. Sarah had an almost wild look in her eyes, and Crissy looked more than a little worn out. I just caught a small piece of their conversation as I came up to them.
“I promise Niki, thank you.”
“Thank you, love. Thank you so much.” Crissy said as she planted a huge kiss on Niki then looked back to Sarah and kissed her too. She headed for her room, “I’ll see you soon sweetheart. Goodnight Davey.”
“Be careful, Davey.” Sarah said as she kissed me and followed Crissy.
“So…do I really want to know what that’s about?” I asked Niki.
“Probably not, but I’ll tell you if you want.”
“That’s okay, I’ll find out when I get back.”
She smiled hugely as she turned and headed out the door. I followed her out and climbed into the car and we headed for the airport.
We talked a little along the way, Niki’s hand on mine practically the entire trip.
“So by now you’ve figured out that Crissy and I are more than just business partners.”
“I sort of suspected that when you guys got here this morning. She pulled you to her side much more comfortably than just business associates. She practically grabbed your ass when she did it.”
“David, can I ask you something?”
Uh-oh. I thought. Here it comes.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“How is Crissy when she’s with you guys?”
“You want the truth?”
“Please.”
“She’s actually kind of a bitch. She breezes in and treats everyone like they owe her something. And she takes certain liberties that, while harmless enough, don’t show any respect for her sisters.”
“That’s what I thought. You should know that she isn’t like that with me. She’s kind and warm and speaks nothing but praise and admiration for you and her sisters. She really does love you guys.”
“So why does she turn into Ms. Flaming Bitch when she shows up?”
“She has a secret of some sort. She hasn’t told me about it yet, but it prays on her mind almost constantly. And she did say that it’s come between her and her sisters.”
“Do you know anything about it? Anything at all?”
“Something about her parents and the day that they died, but not much else.”
Something to think about certainly, but the only thing I could come up with was that she may have got home early and saw the bodies before the cops showed up. That couldn’t be right based on the timeline in the police report, still she was missing from a couple of classes that day. Hmmm.
“I hope she tells me soon, because we shouldn’t have any secrets between us. Especially if we’re going to stay together, and I plan on keeping her.”
“That’s wonderful Niki. I couldn’t ask anything better for either of you. She’s been a bitch to her sisters for a long time, but Rachel and Sarah do love her, and I believe she loves them too. I’m glad you told me about how she is with you, Niki it gives me hope for her.”
“We did talk on the flight over here, and I made her promise to talk to her sisters about whatever her secret was, so she could mend those fences. That was what the conversation was about when we were leaving. She’s going to talk to the girls tonight or tomorrow. She wants to talk to them and have it settled before she talks to me.”
“I’m sorry, I would have thought she’d confide in you first.”
“Me too, but I do know it’s out there, she told me that much straight off when we started dating. She just feels that she needs to settle it with the girls before we move on.”
“I guess I get that, I don’t know if I could be that patient. You must really love her a lot.”
“I love her tremendously, like no one I’ve ever loved before.”
“I know that feeling.”
We got to the airport in good time for her flight, so I just parked in short-term and walked Niki into the terminal. We got her bag checked, and as we were finishing, Niki asked the attendant for her boarding passes since she hadn’t had time to go online and print them.
“There you are, first class, one way to London Heathrow.”
“Excuse me? There must be some mistake, I’m supposed to be in coach.”
“No miss, you’re ticket has been upgraded to First Class.”
Niki turned to me, “Did you do this?”
“Yeah. I figured you wouldn’t mind. To me traveling in business and coach is uncomfortable and pretty much sucks all the way around. The food is alright these days, but the seats are uncomfortable and you can never get any rest.”
“Thank you David” she said as she leaned up and kissed me.
“You’re very welcome Niki. Let me know when you’re coming back, and I’ll spring for your tickets.”
I walked with her as far as security would allow, and handed her carry-on bag to her.
“It was wonderful to finally get to meet you and the rest of Christina’s family, David.”
“It was great to meet you too, Niki. I hope you and Crissy will come back again soon.”
She reached up and kissed me deeply as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.
“We will, as soon as time allows.” She said as our kiss ended and she looked into my eyes.
We stared at each other like that for a long pause, then we kissed again, tongues probing each other’s mouths searching for something to remember the moment by.
“I should go, or I won’t be able to.” Niki finally said, breaking the hug and the kiss.
“Before you go, can I ask you something Niki?”
“Of course.”
“Are you wearing perfume?”
“No…I’m not.” She seemed amused by my question. “Why?”
“I swear I smell Jasmine.”
“Sorry, it’s not mine.”
“Oh well. No big deal.”
She leaned up and kissed me quickly once more, and she turned and went through security. I watched her walk away until she disappeared around the corner leading to her gate. Damn, Crissy was a lucky woman.
I grabbed a coffee for the trip home at one of the shops and texted Rachel while I was waiting then headed to the car. The trip home was uneventful, though I took a little longer route home, letting the big V8 run a little faster than is strictly legal, but without someone to talk to, my mind went back to all of the information I had.
Thinking about it now, I was able to get through it with a limited amount of anger building back up. I decided it was time to cut the bullshit and openly talk about the dark family secrets that had remained hidden for so long. I just had to decide if it would be tonight or tomorrow.
I got back home and decided that tomorrow would be soon enough. Everyone gets some rest and we can all share in the bullshit with fresh eyes. I went to say goodnight to Sarah and Christina, and heard noises coming from Rachel’s room. I pushed the door open quietly and looked in. There on the edge of the bed was Aunt Crissy face down away from the door, her hands tied behind her back with a necktie from the closet, and gagged with a pair of panties. Aunt Sara was standing behind her, ass fucking her with a strap-on. Crissy turned her head and looked back at me. All I could see was the look of pure lust in those green eyes. I looked up and saw Aunt Sarah pull Crissy’s hair and lift her head off the bed.
“Ungh… Ungh… Ungh.” Was all that Crissy could manage with the gag in her mouth as Sarah slammed the dildo into her ass.
“That’s right you selfish bitch! You’re my little fuck slave now!”
Holy shit! Aunt Sarah as a top? I suspected that if Sarah actually cut loose, she would be unstoppable, but I never expected anything like this. Holy Shit!
I stripped my clothes off and walked in with my erection leading the way. Crissy turned her head toward me and I could see her smile as best she could around the gag. Then her smile faded as she turned away from me.
“Every time a boy came to the house, you flirted with them and took them from me and fucked them before I ever had a chance at any kind of relationship. You whore! I married that asshole and stayed with him because you told me you thought he was a good man, and he beat me over and over again!” She was fairly screaming at Crissy now and slamming her dildo into her.
“Then when I couldn’t do anything but cry, he’d fuck me; rape me over and over. Sometimes he’d even ‘loan’ me out to his poker buddies to cover his debt on a losing night! Then, on those nights, after everyone left, he’d fuck me again. Only this time, he’d slap me over and over if he’d seen me cum under the touch of one of his friends. All the time with his dick in me telling me how much he loved me. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?! DO YOU?!!?” Tears were streaming down both women’s faces as she screamed at Crissy.
I moved up behind Sarah and grabbed he arms and slid my cock between her legs from behind. She was sopping wet, and I shifted and slid into her pussy with ease.
“Ungh…Davey!?”
“Goddamn Sarah you are so wet and feel so good wrapped around my cock.” I shifted my hips again, this time to draw her attention to me instead of Crissy and to get my dick into her as deep as it could go.
“Ungh…You feel pretty fucking good yourself.” She said.
“Sweetheart, I love you, but you need to ease up on her a little. If you break her I won’t be able to get you a new one, and you know Niki will never forgive you.”
I
heard Crissy making noises behind her gag. I looked down and she was shaking her head NO! NO! NO!
“I can’t understand her around that gag.”
“She doesn’t want me to stop.”
Crissy nodded her head up and down as best she could.
“Seriously Crissy? You want her to keep going at that pace? To keep fucking you like her slave whore?”
Crissy nodded her assent.
“I don’t understand this, what’s going on?” I’d gotten distracted and stopped fucking Sarah, so I started sliding in and out of her again.
“She wanted this. She said it was her way of letting me get even.”
Crissy nodded again and mumbled into her gag.
“Unh-hunh…hleeze heek hucking he…hleeze!”
“So…Christ Davey, you’re making me cum!! Oh…fuuuuuck!!” Sarah pulled back on Crissy’s hair again as she rode her wave up and back down again. Sarah pumped her fake cock deep into Crissy’s ass all through her orgasm as I pumped her pussy. I could hear Crissy let out a low animal growl, letting her own orgasm wash over her as well. Sarah started to re-focus a little bit and calm down. Her pace had slowed to a slightly slower one, easing up on Crissy’s ass a little while at the same time I’d sped my pace up a little bit to match hers so it felt like we were both fucking Crissy.
“I think that your Aunt Crissy has earned a little taste of your cock.”
I pulled out of Sarah’s warm pussy reluctantly, and moved up onto the bed, this was her show after all, I was just intruding. I pulled Crissy’s gag out and replaced it with my cock before she could utter a word. She groaned in appreciation and started sucking my dick like it was the only one in the world.
“So Aunt Crissy, do you like the taste of your baby sister’s cunt on my cock?” I pulled out of her mouth to let her speak.
“Delicious, please mistress, may I suck his cock clean?”
“Yes fuck slut, you may. And don’t think for one minute that I’ve forgotten that you came without permission. When he’s done skull fucking you, I will punish you for that.”
“Yes mistress. It was just sooo very hot!”
Sarah slapped Crissy’s ass a good hard smack and pulled her head up by her hair roughly.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak either, whore!”
“No mistress! Please forgive me mistress! I’m sorry Davey, I would like you to fuck my face now please.”
Never wanting to disappoint my Aunts, I jammed my cock back into Crissy’s mouth and proceeded to fuck her mouth like it was her pussy. She moaned and whimpered as two of her holes were fucked without mercy. I grabbed her head and forced my cock all the way into her mouth until couldn’t go any deeper. I stroked in and out of her a few times and then shoved my cock all the way in and reached down and pinched her nose shut. I held her like that for about 30 or 40 seconds until I could see panic start to show in her eyes. I let go of her nose and pulled my cock out so she could take a breath.
“Oh…Fuck…Please…Again…do that again …Please!” She gasped between breaths.
Again, not wanting to disappoint, I shoved my cock back into the mouth and grabbed her nose. This time though, I held her nose and fucked her mouth until I could feel my balls tighten up and I knew that I was ready to explode.
I looked at Sarah and told her I was about to cum, she reached under Crissy and pulled on her clit.
“You can cum with him if you want to, fuck slut.”
I held Crissy’s head down on my shaft and shot my load down her throat. I pulled out before I was done to let Crissy breathe and swallow and I finished shooting my load all over her face.
“Oh…my…God! Mistress I’m cumming!!! Ungh…ungh…ungh!!!” She came as Sarah kept fucking her ass and tweaking her clit.
I used Crissy’s gag to wipe my cum from her face, then bent down and kissed her deeply. We parted and Crissy moaned her disappointment as I stuffed the cum covered panties back into her mouth.
“Thank you Aunt Sarah, for letting me use your fuck slut.” I leaned down and whispered into Christina’s ear,
“Maybe we can do this again sometime, when you’re not so tied up.”
“Mmmm!” she made yummy sounds around the panties in her mouth.
“But only if you beg his mother to let you!” Aunt Sarah chimed in.
“Mmmm…this time there was a whine in her voice and a little disappointment, like a child told to go ask her mother for permission.
“Good night, Aunt Sarah.” I said as I kissed her and pulled on her nipples.
“Ungh!…Goodnight Davey.” Aunt Sarah said.
“Mm-hmm,” mumbled Aunt Christina. I bent back down and whispered in her ear again, quiet enough so just she could hear.
“I’ll talk to Rachel about letting you fuck me, okay?”
“Mmmm!” there were those yummy sounds again. I left them to their fun and moved back to the door to collect my clothes and go to bed.
I got to my room and Rachel was already asleep, but she had left the bed side light on for me. I went into the bathroom to clean up a little, and then came back to bed, shut out the light and slid in behind Rachel, pulling up close behind her and stealing some small comfort from her warm body.
She turned into me and said sleepily, “I’m glad you’re home.” Then she pulled herself in close to me and let me wrap her up in my arms completely, and then she fell quietly back to sleep. I would have loved to wake her, tell her about the girls and fuck her brains out, but I decided to let her rest, she’d earned it.
I couldn’t sleep. I’d start to drift off, then slam back awake with all the thoughts of how to talk to the girls, about all of the bullshit that came into my possession today. I got up around 5:30, put the coffee on and made a doughnut run so there’d be breakfast.
I got back and poured myself some coffee and decided to open the lock box I’d gotten from the lawyers. Not too tough to figure out the combination. A 10 digit number, Connie’s birth month, day, year, day, month. The box opened first try. Inside were six notebooks with page after page of numbers along with some pencil sketches every few pages or so. I recognized the numbers as a simple book code. Pick a book, a specific publication, then page number, line number and then a specific word on the line. I used the same coding for my own shooting diaries, but I picked my own book. We all carried them in the field and each sniper used their own code. The trick to deciphering them was to know which book was used and which publication.
Rachel came up behind me and hugged me and kissed my neck as she bent over my shoulder. She was wearing only one of my tee shirts that came just below her crotch, and she was still bed warm and sexy.
“Anything good?”
“Not really, just the old man’s shooting diaries.”
I leaned my head into hers a little and reveled in her scent. It was always comforting to have her close to me.
“Rachel,” I said as I came back around wanting to hit the issues head on, “we need to talk about something pretty serious.”
“Oh no you don’t, you didn’t fuck me after you got done with Sarah and Christina last night, so now it’s my turn.” She said as she came around the front of me and started undoing my belt. Well, if I didn’t want to disappoint my Aunts, I sure as hell wasn’t going to disappoint my mother.
“Okay, but I’m going to talk until I can’t make sense anymore.”
“That’s fair.” She said smiling as she pulled my cock out of my pants and wrapped her lips around it. As talented as Crissy may be, Rachel was by far the better cocksucker. But I may be biased.
Rachel got up and helped me pull my pants and shirt off, then she spit on the top of my cock and smeared it all over then climbed up to straddle me guiding my cock into her pussy and settling down on it in one easy motion.
“It’s about Crissy and your parents’ deaths.” I regretted saying it as soon as the words left my tongue. I could see it happening, but I couldn’t stop the talking. David, you are a stupid, stupid man.
Rachel stopped with my cock deep inside her cunt and shifted to a slow grind. She looked down into my eyes and took her tee shirt off as the pleasure and the heat started to ebb in both of our crotches.
“Are you trying to kill the mood Davey? Besides, I already know what you’re going to say about that. Oh fuck you feel good.” She brought the heat back by starting a slow up and down rhythm, rotating her hips as she slid up and down the length of my cock. I was going to question what she’d just said, but she didn’t give me a chance before she started again.
“I found those folders while your dad was away on one of his business trips. I knew if he found out I’d be in deep shit, so I just made copies and put the originals back. Ungh…this is tougher to do than I thought. Anyway I delved into the information, and came to the same con…oh fuck…conclusions that you probably did.”
I pinched her nipples, and pulled on them a little to drive her toward her orgasm.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck!! She leaned forward and planted her mouth on mine and tongued me until her orgasm started, she broke the kiss and leaned back, as she did I planted my mouth on her left breast and sucked on it as hard as I could and flicked the nipple with my tongue. She reached down and pulled my head into her and rode me through her orgasm.
“Now…oh God Davey…I’m cumming now!” She planted herself on my lap and went back to grinding her clit into me, this drove her to a second smaller orgasm close on the heels of the first one.
“Okay, so when you can talk again, tell me about what you found, mommy.” I was willing to keep my end of this little bargain, so I started sliding in and out of her hot, warm, wet pussy again, trying my best to keep it slow and even.
“Oh…that feels so fucking good! Ummm…let’s see, I know that Crissy was in the house when mom died, and because of that she’s been carrying around all the guilt of poisoning our dad, but the cops believe that momma had already done that, according to the evidence, there’s no way Crissy could have done it. Fuck…do you really want to keep doing this?”
“You keep talking, or I stop fucking.”
“Blackmail…I never thought you had it in you.”
“Not blackmail, mother dear, mutual gratification.” I reached up and tugged gently on her nipples and she let out a low moan of pleasure.
“Ungh…fine. Once I had the information about the murders, I focused on the baby’s birth, but that’s pretty well spelled out isn’t it? Oh fuuuuuck!!!”
Rachel grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and started pounding up and down on my cock. She looked down to watch my cock sliding in and out of her hot pussy.
“Cum inside me, Davey!! Cum in your mommy’s hot cunt!!! Oh Fuuuuuck!!!” She came hard bouncing up and down on my cock, which combined with the nasty talk, drove me quickly to my own orgasm.
“I’m cumming Rachel! Now!!!”
Rachel slammed down on my cock and ground her clit into me as I shot my load deep into her pussy. She froze as another orgasm swept over her. Her mouth open and her head back I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock several times milking all of my sperm out as I finished cumming inside her, then her head snapped forward and she looked deep in my eyes with a mixture of animal lust and genuine love. I reached up and pulled her into me, we were both covered in sweat, but where I just felt sweaty but her skin had a beautiful glowing sheen to it. We stayed like that, clinging to each other our bodies cooling in the morning air as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Fuck Rachel, I’m always amazed at how contented I feel after sex with you and your sisters.”
“I love you too, David.”
After resting for a short time, I broached the subject of the last folder.
“So what about Teri?”
“Well, I always knew that Emily was yours.”
“Emily?”
“That’s your daughter’s name David, Emily. Teri’s no liar. In spite of what your father thought, she didn’t want anything from him, she loved you. I think you loved her too didn’t you?”
“I did. At least I believe I did. So if you knew this, why didn’t you tell me before now?”
“Well, your dad figured out that I had discovered all of this, so when he confronted me about it, I told him that you should know the truth, and that he never should have hidden it from you in the first place. He threw the old ‘don’t tell me how to raise my son’ line at me. That cut me deeply. Then he told me that if I said anything to you, he’d divorce me, turn me out and cut off all contact between you and me. He was so angry. He really scared me that day. I didn’t tell you before today, because I wanted to get some gauge of how you would react. I was scared.” She stopped talking, and I could feel tears landing on my chest as we sat there.
“Let me guess, 3 months ago.” I kissed the top of her head, and held her close to me.
“Yeah.”
“You never need to be afraid of me Rachel. I just want to make sure we have everything out in the open. No more lies, and no more secrets between us.”
“Agreed.”
“So I only have a few more easy questions.” As we sat there with my cock still inside Rachel’s pussy, I could feel it getting hard again. She must have felt it too, because she started moving her hips in a gentle circular motion on my lap.
“Better hurry, I want more fucking and a lot less conversation this morning.”
“Did you share this stuff with Crissy and Sarah?”
“Yep, last night in the hot tub. Next?”
Hmmm. That means that they knew before their little session last night. That’s interesting.
“Does Teri know any of this?”
“Yes. She and I have kept in touch over the years. I’ve done my best to never contact her from here because of your dad, but we are pretty close.” She started moving her hips up and down slowly as my erection grew larger inside her pussy.
“Ungh…okay last question.”
“Finally!”
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy again, or would you like it up your ass?” I started slamming my cock into her with eager force.
“Ungh…Oh my God!!! Please, mommy wants both!”
I reached up and pulled her nipples until her breasts looked like they couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh…Fuck…Yes…I’m cumming again!!!” As she rested coming down from her orgasm, I picked her up off my cock and repositioned her sweet little rosebud over its head. I guided her back down and slid my cock slowly into her ass. Her eyes snapped open, emerging from her post orgasmic reverie, then her visage changed and she wiggled her hips and sank herself down until my cock was all the way up inside her ass.
“Ungh… I’ve wanted you to fuck my ass again ever since I watched you fuck your Aunt Sarah’s yesterday.
She hasn’t shut up once about it by the way. Who would have thought she’d turn into such an anal slut.”
“I don’t know what to say to that, except maybe ‘Shut up mommy and let your son fuck your ass.”’
She looked at me like I’d slapped her, but as soon as I started sliding my cock in and out of her ass, her expression softened and then turned lusty.
Rachel reached down and started playing with her clit as I picked up my pace a little, she would pull her hand up and lick her fingers every so often, and I realized that she was licking my cum out of her pussy. We kept a steady pace with one another, as I looked past Rachel and saw Sarah and Crissy coming up behind her. When they got close enough, Sarah grabbed Rachel by the hair and pulled her head back and started kissing her passionately tonguing the back of her throat. Rachel reached up and when Sarah broke the kiss, Rachel put her cum covered fingers in her sister’s mouth.
“Mmmm…Davey/Rachel cum for breakfast. My favorite.” Sarah said as she licked Rachel’s fingers clean then reached down and coated her own fingers from my mother’s cunt.
Crissy had Rachel’s right breast in her mouth, sucking on it like a newborn, then she’d pull on the nipple with her teeth. She stopped once and turned and kissed me deeply.
“Good morning, Davey.” She said as she broke the kiss.
“Good morning Aunt Crissy.” I replied politely as I reached down and ran my hand down her ass and then between her legs to her pussy. She was already wet and pushed against my hand as I slid two fingers inside her.
“Oh…yes!”
I started sliding my fingers in and out of her as she went back to work on Rachel’s tits. I added a third finger to Crissy’s pussy, then pulled my hand out and pushed my middle finger into her ass and rubbed her clit with my thumb.
“Oh…fuck!” Crissy said as she climbed toward her orgasm.
Sarah had her mouth planted over Rachel’s and was fingering her cunt as Rachel ass fucked herself on my cock. I watched as Sarah played with Rachel’s clit and drove her to her orgasm. Rachel reached up and pulled Sarah harder into their kiss and screamed into her mouth as Sarah pinched Rachel’s clit and pushed her over the top of her orgasm. Rachel bucked and spasmed through her orgasm.
I slid a second finger into Crissy’s ass and kept rubbing her clit, then Crissy reached down and took over playing with her pussy, so I could focus on her ass. I added a third finger as Crissy squatted down and started moving her hips to fuck my hand as she came.
“Ungh…fuck yes…Davey fuck my ass with your hand!!!” She cried as her orgasm swept over her. She leaned on Rachel as her knees started to go out from under her.
Rachel held Crissy while she climbed off my cock, then guided Crissy’s mouth to clean my shaft. Crissy wrapped her lips around my twitching cock and started sucking me with no hesitation. Rachel moved behind Crissy and started licking her pussy, spreading her cheeks as she devoured Crissy’s juices.
I reached up and pulled Sarah over to me and I started sucking on her nipples and squeezing her breasts. I took her hand and guided it to her own pussy. She started masturbating eagerly as I worked on her nipples, she was so horny that it didn’t take long for her to reach her orgasm.
“Oh…fuck!!! Davey pull on my nipples, please!! Yes yes…just like that…now…harder!!!”
I pulled on her nipples until I felt like I was going to pull them right off her breasts.
“Oh…God…I’m cumming!!!”
Watching Aunt Sarah masturbate herself to orgasm put me a little closer to the edge of my own finish. I let go of Sarah and she leaned against the table as I grabbed Crissy’s head and started fucking her face again. Rachel stopped licking Crissy’s pussy, and pulled her head off my cock. She whispered something to Sarah and Sarah jumped up and, with a shit eating grin on her face, ran down the hall toward Rachel’s room. I had a feeling I knew what she was doing.
Rachel pulled Crissy over in front of me, and I reached up and pulled Crissy’s face down and kissed her sliding my tongue deep into her mouth as Rachel guided her pussy down onto my throbbing cock. Rachel had Crissy so close to her orgasm, that I could feel her cunt clench around my cock as she buried it to the hilt inside her.
“Ungh…Ungh…Oh fuck!!!” She cried out as her orgasm hit her.
I looked at Rachel and she was all smiles as she turned and met Sarah in the kitchen. Sarah came up behind Crissy and started massaging her breasts then moved around and started licking and kissing her neck and face, distracting her from seeing me swallow my chemical hard-on. Rachel has a glass of water and one of my new little blue friends. I swallowed it down then Rachel gave me a wink and whispered in my ear. “Have fun.” Then she took the glass back to the kitchen and took Sarah with her.
Crissy turned back to me and put her hands on either side of my face.
“I have to tell you Davey, I don’t let just any guy stick his dick up inside me.”
“I get that. Niki and I had a nice conversation on the way to the airport.” I started moving my hips back and forth, grinding on her crotch as we talked. “She’s really something special, and she loves you more than I think you realize.”
“I…oh god you feel good…I know she does, and I feel the…Ungh! the same way about her.” She started an easy rise and fall on my cock, as I massaged and squeezed her breasts.
“Then you need to take a chance and tell her. She’s strong, and so are you…Oh shit Crissy, I’m close…take a chance and tell her.”
I grabbed Crissy’s ass and started slamming her up and down on my cock.
“Now Crissy!!! I’m cumming now!!!”
I slammed my cock deep into her cunt and shot my load. “Ungh…fuuuuuck!!!”
Crissy sealed her lips around mine as I came inside her and jammed her tongue in my mouth and licked my tonsils for me.
“Well, I guess I’ll just grab one of Rachel’s dildos and finish this.” Her voice disappointed as she started to climb off my cock.
“Not so fast Aunt Christina.” I still had her hips in hand, so I held her in place and started sliding my still hard cock in and out of her cum filled cunt.
“Oh my!” she said as she realized that I was still hard as stone.
“I mean, you can go get a dildo if you want, but you’ve been talking about fucking my cock since you got here, I thought you really meant that.” I kept sliding her up and down on my shaft.
“Ungh…no no, I’ll stay right here. I just assumed it was going to take…never mind, just please fuck me!”
I pulled her back into a deep kiss and when I had hold of her I stood up, she wrapped her legs around me and I walked us to my room. Once there, I sat down on the bed and lay back pulling her down with me. She broke the kiss and sat up to ride me and draw my cock as far up inside her as she could. Crissy leaned forward a little and braced herself on my chest and continued to slide my cock in and out of her pussy.
“So Crissy, I hope you’re not disappointed now that you finally get to fuck me.”
“Christ no!”
“I want you to feel good Crissy sliding up and down on your nephew’s long hard cock.” I rolled over so she was under me and started kissing and sucking on her neck as she pulled her legs up and I pushed a little deeper into her pussy.
“Ungh…Christ…Yes…Fuck me Davey…Fuck your Aunt Crissy ‘till she…Oh…Fuuuuuck!!!”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in tighter as her orgasm rolled up and through her whole body. I could feel her pussy grip my cock as her orgasm continued and I kept sliding in and out of her. I felt her tense up and a second orgasm wash over her.
“Oh god Davey, stop…stop and just hold me please!!!”
I stopped thrusting in and out and just held her. I pulled myself back so I could watch her face while she rode the waves of her orgasm.
“Are you alright Crissy?”
“Yes, just so intense. I just need to rest a second. Please?”
“Sure, Crissy.” I said as I pulled my cock out of her and lay down beside her. She rolled away from me and curled up a little. I had the erection, no sense in wasting it, so I spooned up behind her and slid my cock back into her wet pussy.
“Ungh…” she uttered and pushed back into me as I curled up and held her in front of me. I didn’t move, I just lay there and let her feel my cock inside her. I thought she had fallen asleep, but she started moving her hips a little, then I heard her crying softly.
“Crissy are you sure you’re okay?”
“I am. It’s just that this has been a strange couple of days. You three have been so kind, despite my being really shitty. Not just this trip, but every time we get together. I never expected to be forgiven for all the crap I’ve pulled, much less welcomed.”
“You’ve always been welcome her Christina, you just had to accept the offer.” I started sliding my cock in and out of her slowly, building the speed and force slowly.
“I realize that now. Ungh…ungh, fuck Davey you feel so good.”
I massaged her breasts from behind, then rolled her back up on top of me and started pumping in and out of her faster and faster.
“Oh…Fuck…Yes!!! Fuck me! Squeeze my tits, and pull on my nipples…Harder… Please!!!”
I kept my pace until I felt her pussy clench around my cock again, then pushed a little faster and a little harder, pulling on her nipples and massaging her breasts the whole time.
“Oh…Fuck…Yes…Yes…YES!!!” She screamed as her orgasm hit her.
I kept pushing, and I could feel an orgasm climbing up out of my balls.
“I’m…cumming…again…Davey…NOW!!!”
I shot my load into Crissy just as her orgasm hit, and that pushed her over the top. She went rigid and her voice left her as she squirted out all over me, herself, my bed and onto the floor.
I stopped moving and just let her calm down. Let us both calm down.
“No more, Davey. I don’t think I can take any more right now…Please…”
She rolled off of me, crawled up onto the pillows and curled into a ball. I climbed up next to her, kissed her on the back of her neck and held her close to me.
As I dozed off I could swear I smelled Orange Blossoms.

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A butterfly of bestial delights

but·ter·fly
n.1. a diurnal insect typically having a slender body with knobbed antennae and broad colorful wings.
2. to talk, write or behave amorously, as in a romantic love affair.
3. A person interested principally in frivolous pleasure.
FOREWORD:
This peice should take the average reader 22 minutes to read. Readers whom prefer to skip ‘details’, or whom for whatever other reason, wish to get to the bestiality sex in this story, you need only scroll down to the section labeled:
‘DECEMBER 12, Approximately 9.30PM.’
Also, I write in a certain style and I have had to reconstruct the dialogue of this story in a way I felt befitting of my attempt to tell my reader something of the greatest love affair of my life. Furthermore, some things may have been said at different times, and not in the exact sequence of their actual placing in this text, still I assure you;
The following story is TRUE, however ornately remembered, and bedizened by its author.
PRELUDE:
Have you ever been so in love, you saw your soul reflected in your lover?
The world takes on a rosy hue when viewed through the eyes a young man in love with the girl of his dreams. I feel so lucky to have felt that way, at least once.
The year was 1985: Australia, in a long hot summer.
Maddonna was almost young enough to be believed when she sang ‘Like A Virgin’, and Duran Duran had ‘A View to a Kill’. Everything from fashion to the stock-market was flamboyant, and there was a romantic optimism in most people, that everything was going to get better all the time.
Or perhaps that was only how I felt.. because I was in love! Completely captivated by a young woman, at that time.
At nineteen years old, I was as tall and good-looking as I was ever going to be.
Physical; fashionable; free-thinking; I had the ambition, bucks and bullshit girls admired — along with affable persuasion if it was sexually required.
This last, was perhaps my greatest blessing as a horny young man in need of constant, ever more exotic sexual thrills.
However, it was a talent I never really needed to assert with Lisa. And in retrospect, is probably one of the things I liked most about her.
I had spotted Lisa late one night, on the day she turned sixteen, while driving home from an unsuccessful pussy-hunting expedition with a male friend. It had been raining earlier, making it easier for me to skid my little sports car, with its tires screeching to the curb.
The large roundup of young ladies, Lisa included, seemed suitably impressed when we two handsome, horny devils pulled up beside them, and began our best efforts to be seductive. They were a very attractive bunch. But I only had eyes for one girl in the group.
Lisa had all the amorous feminine charms I’d ever wanted in a woman. Even at only five-foot-four, she had a marvelous female figure. A radiant youthful beauty, dazzling to my senses. Long, clasped-back brunet hair, gorgeous brown eyes and skin, a voice as sweet as songs sung with her sensual full-pouted lips, her amply uplifted breasts and curvaceous peach-shaped ass made her stand out from the crowd. And I was smitten!
Apparently the girls had been attending a slumber party together. And out of boredom, they’d decided to see what trouble they could get into in the city after midnight.
Well. Lisa and a girlfriend for my friend, found the pleasurable sort that night, on a beautifully moonlit beach, secluded on a cozy cape nearby. And so did I.
It was only three AM in the morning, and already cupid was practicing his archery in the darkened dunes. What else but magic can make us fall in love so fast? I still don’t know forty-one! Still. I do know I fell in love that night.
Lisa looked great — she smelt right. As the sea sighed, and we became lovers for the first time, I discovered that she tasted even better.
I could go on, but it suffice to say, we really liked each other from that first sweet-tender moments in those foothills by the sea.
However, I quickly came to see something in Lisa that was even more enchanting than romance.
Almost immediately I decided Lisa was a very special girl. Sure, she was sexy, and I soon came to worship her as if a Goddess. But, more importantly to me at that age, she was also a wickedly, salacious little slut!
In those days I loved to FUCK. And not just the loving, caring kind. I loved, adored and lived for fucking! I was constantly filled with fuck-lust and I wanted to do it like the devil whenever, wherever and with whomever I got the chance!
Luckily, Lisa and I saw eye to eye in that regard, and we soon found we were fire and kerosene together, when it came to sex and living for the moment.
Over the following months, our relationship grew firm and fast and soon we could tell each other anything. There were very few barriers between us, and the ones we found, we wanted to knock down quickly with our loving trust, snuggling into the wild warmth of sexual furry we saw burning in each other.
We took an apartment together and our sex life was wonderful right from the start.
She enjoyed the rakish hardness of my frame, as much as I adored the swelling contours of her lithesome little body when we fucked.
She was such a lovely, horny little cunt, and I took great pleasure in stoking the fire between her legs with my always willing tool.
I loved to fuck her from behind sometimes, prying her lovely rounding buttocks apart with my thumbs so I could better view the way her pussy loved my prick.
Her juicy pussy-lips rippled and fluttered tightly around my vein-ribbed cock-shaft as I drove it slowly to-and-fro, my knees outside her tawny thighs – marveling at the feeling of her fuming fuck-channel – the rings of cunt-muscles clenching and pulling as I teased her back and forward on my throbbing prick, before plunging deeply in to satiate her aching need to feel my rigid weapon cramp, and lever in her cunt.
It was so rewarding to draw a foaming orgasm from her while I fucked her ass, and frigged her pussy with a dildo, or by any other way we could think of while alone. And we’d often whisper our dirty fantasies, like what we’d like to do to one another, or any other OTHER for that matter, at such times.
So we quickly realized how rewarding it could be, as a swinging couple, with such fine young bodies and a pair of filthy minds at our disposal. And we became like sexual vampires on the prowl, when we went nightclubbing together on the town.
We didn’t have to try very hard to find our fun. We were an attractive flirtatious couple, and Lisa was as willing to swing both ways as I was, if we thought it was to our mutual amusement.
I have lost count of the number of beautiful people who appeared out of the disco foggers haze, while the music blared, the Emil rushed, the Coke fizzed in our brains, or we writhed with Ecstasy, beatifically lighting up our hungry faces on some dance floor.
Girls; guys; groups. We weren’t shy!
Even though we did become somewhat notorious around the town. Indeed, it was a blessing to us both, that word of mouth severed to get us greater propositions from the willing!
Anyway, if you thought this may have been enough sex for any couple, you’d be wrong.
Lisa was a schemer. And she loved to dream up raunchy scenarios that tickled both out fancies. Always wanting to please her, I’d usually play along, no matter how bizarre, or hard to arrange our sexual games.
One game involved me having to sit back and watch her fuck a male acquaintance without being allowed to join in. And although, while watching, I was allowed to rub my cock, I was forbidden to cum. I can remember vividly how my little bitch writhed beneath his hated, bulky naked body, as he poked my darling girlfriend right before my eyes. As I burned, she seldom took her eyes off mine, preferring to see my pain and anguish while he grunted in her ear. You see, my little angel also had the devil in her, and a tactile understanding of what pleasure comes from pain.
However, she was quite fair minded, and had me seduce several of her girlfriend’s; Fucking each while she observed, whilst hidden in a bedroom cabinet, then later when we were alone, she’d fuck herself silly with a dildo while she told me her account of what she’d seen. I always had to give Lisa a ‘A for effort’ when it came to her creative ways to take our relationship to a higher, if more perverted sexual level.
Still. The day I was fucking her quite nicely, and she hotly whispered her latest idea was to fuck a dog! I was taken by surprise.
However, she could tell I quickly got excited be the way my cock went extra rigid in her cunt. And the details of her quickly hatching plan to put on a sex show on for me with a dog, soon made me thunder thick throbs of man-chowder in her hotly coming channel.
DECEMBER 12, Approximately 9.30PM.
“Hmmm.. you like that.. don’t you handsome!” Lisa purred as the stray male dog we’d picked up only moments before thrust his head beneath her denim mini, burying his nose between her willing spreading thighs and pussy lips, in the darkened backseat of the car. Lisa had deliberately not worn any panties, just as planned.
Handsome! For want of a better name for the strange Doberman we’d abducted off a suburban street, that one stuck.
I could clearly hear Handsome making loud wet lip-smacking sounds behind me, as the horny old stray licked my beautiful girlfriend’s flavorsome pussy for her, as best he could, in the cramped conditions the pair had to endure while we headed back to our apartment.
I was too busy driving, and the car interior was very dim. However, Lisa gushed excitedly about how the big dog seemed to be very interested in licking her already hotly oozing cunt. The very thought made my cock twist and ache, and my pre-cum had already soaked through the crotch of my pants.
Just imagining what was going on back there was making me SO fucking horny! The more Lisa squealed and fidgeted around in glee in the back seat with the curious dog burrowing up into her humid fork, the more difficult I found driving, my hands were shaking visibly on the steering wheel. I sighed with relief when we finally arrived back at our flat. I was more than ready to see Lisa give me a perverted good sex show with the dog.
Once we’d pulled up in the darkened driveway, I ran to open the door with difficulty due to my raging hard-on cramping in my pants. Lisa and the eager dog pushed past me as I opened the door, and by the time I had taken one last guilty look outside, and then locked the door behind us, Lisa had already wiggled out of her clothes. In fact, she was already perched on the edge of the living room couch, with the rambunctious Doberman crowding in between her luscious, wide spread legs.
I was careful not to disturb her or the dog, as I began removing my clothes too. Relieved and titillated by the sudden rush of cooler air on the skin of my hot ridged cock and lust-clenched ball-sack, as the dog started lapping furiously at her lovely, coral-pink gash.
Earlier in preparation, we had positioned a large dressing-table mirror in the room, so that Lisa could enjoy her own obscene performance with the dog. And what a depraved and filthily erotic sight it was.
Beneath her gorgeous tits, Lisa’s small waist flared out again at her curvaceous hips. Her thick patch of lustrous brown pubic hair formed a perfect, well trimmed triangle. I could plainly see her swollen pussy lips, moisten by the dog’s spittle and Lisa’s own hotly oozing secretions, where the dog’s tongue splayed and penetrated at the apex of her bush.
Lisa needed little priming to fan her cunt-heat into a glowing furnace of desire and the air in the living-room filled quickly with the spicy, sweet musky odor of her steaming cunt fragrance. She groaned as she bared her gaping girl gash before the wet, searing caresses of Handsome’s hotly lashing tongue. She looked like a woman possessed, her eyes burned almost dementedly with lust as she gazed down feverishly between her legs at the dogs bobbing head, and darting tongue.
Her big firm tits, which had been tightly imprisoned in a boob-tube only moments before, were now two gorgeous globes, lifted beautifully on her proudly swelling chest, exposing her tits to the cool air of the living room and causing her tiny brown nubbins to stand out spectacularly. As the dog strained and slurped through her lubricious lions, she humped her creamy butt checks, pressing urgently on the edge of the couch. She cupped her massive tits, one in each hand, and as the dog kept licking and smacking between her legs, she stroked them softly and gently.
“Oh God, gooood dog!” Lisa moaned, as the scalding pressure of Handsome’s powerful tongue peeled her cunt-lips apart and wormed a few inches into the velvety depths of her pussy. It made Lisa jerk her knees up involuntarily. That subtle move pulled her snatch-lips further apart, exposing more of the soft folds of her inner twat to the huffing, probing animal.
“God this is so fuckin’ horny to watch!” I croaked from the doorway, my throat thick with lust. Lisa, who had seemed to forget I was there, decided it was time to turn on the kink – she liked to tease me when she put on little sex shows for my pleasure.
Knowing I was watching her tits being stroked and petted by her own hands while the dog licked out her pussy didn’t embarrassed her, and she couldn’t take her eyes off herself in the mirror either. Making me even hotter – knowing she enjoyed being such a filthy slut – as she humped her cunt onto the dogs hammering, cunt lathing tongue, helping Handsome get at the hot-pink insides of her fluttering fur-fringed fuck-hole.
“Oh good doggy! That’s it!” she gasped, spreading her thighs wider to expose the thin vertical oval of her gaping, glistening-wet cuntal mouth to his fanatically jittering maw.
“Ooooooh gooood boy…!” She encouraged, as the hairy, heavily muscle dog foraging between her creamy cunt-slabs started corkscrewing his long pink tongue into her tight young fuck-tunnel beyond.
She began to stroke her soft white tit globes, carefully tweaking the small brown nipples which coned tantalizingly erect beneath her finger-tips. She teasingly stroked up and down in the valley between her two soft tits, rubbing both boobs at the same time as I and the dog both panted with lust. Her nipples had become as hard as pebbles – I knew how they must be tingling and aching at her touch – she took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth and as she rolled and tweaked the naughty brown bud, Handsome burrowed lustily into her hotly oozing cunt.
Handsome seemed to be getting more aroused as he stuck his long nose up and down the flooded slick inner folds of her twat. She could see that his furry mouth was wet with her own hot juice. His black, flared nostrils glistened with it. His pink tongue slapping sloppily over her twat, parted the fleshy fat lips, then slithered up the widened crack, up to her clitoris and bathed it again and again.
“Fuck!.. he likes your nice smelly cunt baby!” I rasped.
“MMmmm yeah.. he gets right in deep too,” Lisa teased, as the dog’s tongue slathering down her fine cuntal hairs, matting them together with doggie spittle.
His tongue moved up from the bottom cleft of her pussy-lips, forcing the hairs to mat together in a slicked-down, upward pattern, while rivulets of his thick animal saliva seeped into the tight crack between her pussy-lips. Lisa rolled her head from side to side, a low throaty moan of bestial pleasure escaping from her tightly compressed lips.
A dog; a filthy, primal lusting animal was rimming out her cunt. And she was fuckin’ loving it! Gasping from the tickle as the animal’s hot wet tongue grazed her thickening clit, Lisa thrust her hands down to cover the exposed membranes. The dog licked her fingers, nuzzled at them with hot eagerness as he tried to nudge them away to get back to her tasty twat.
One wet lick rubbed over her clit again. Lisa sucked in her bottom lip as she swooned with lust. What was happening to her mind? A dog … a fucking dog was doing this to her.. my God it made me HOT! All this time my cock had been aching. When I dared look, it appeared as tortured as it felt. I had never been harder. My bloated cock-knob was a fearsome purplish color. I was truly afraid to touch myself in case I came on the spot.
I could see Lisa’s nipples, stiff and tweaking with excitement as the dog’s stumpy tail twitched back and forth in time with his scooping tongue. Lisa rocked her ass slightly from side to side as the dog tongued her, rubbing the inner surfaces of her twat together around the dogs flexing pink ribbon and telling me how fucking great it felt.
The hot flush of her skin, perspiration glistening on her lovely forehead, and her nerves being raked at so sensitive a spot on her body, made me jealous, as Lisa’s pretty head thrashed about wildly now and then.
“Mmmmm!” she groaned. The animal whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from side to side. Lisa sucked in a ragged breath as the dog opened his mouth wide and pressed his front white fangs into the flesh of her inner labia-lips. I loved it when the horny bastard nipped her pussy now and then, causing her to squeal in a paroxysm of pain and pleasure. One part of my mind was fearful the dog might harm my darlings tender pussy-tissues, yet another part of me wanted to see him devour her, and rip her horny cunt to shreds!
I could see she was enjoying every new sensation, and I envied her, I longed to feel what she was feeling, through my lovers senses at that moment.
Lisa squeezed her ass-cheeks together, I could see her asshole pucker up as she lifted her throbbing crotch up to the licking animal. It sounded wonderful, hot and wet.
However, I knew Lisa. I reasoned she’d be happy to have something even more satisfying inside her cunt right now. I could see she was highly aroused, and I knew she didn’t like to feel empty at such times.
Her cunt needed a good hard cock, she’d already told me how bad she wanted to be fucked by a dog while we’d been planning the show she was putting on just now. Now here was a horny dog between her lovely, longing legs. We had both noticed the dog’s nasty red rocket slithering out of its hairy sheaf while he’d been eating his horny little bitch out. So I figured it was time. The show must go on!
“Wow! Fuck.. I’d love to see him fuck you now darling!” I suggested, only slightly concerned Lisa might find the idea to frightening at the last minute. I needn’t have worried.
“Uhhhh..yeah.. me too!,” the sexy little bitch grunted, snapping her knees together and trapping the big animal between her thighs. He growled in frustration, twisting his black, hairy handsome head while opening his mouth. A light nip on the clit warned my girl to be more careful in her sexual acrobatics.
And then as if on queue, the big Doberman backed out from between her legs and started dry humping the air. His protruding scarlet cock was waggling around beneath him.
“Well.. It looks like he’s ready to fuck you too!” I observed.
“Yeah.. but what should I do then?”
“Hey baby! I love you SO fuckin’ much!.. I’ll go along with whatever you want to do.. it’s up to you.. but fuck!.. I’d love to see him fuck you baby!”
“Oh… shit! Of course I want that too.. STUPID!.. I mean HOW do I get him to fuck me?” She laughed, and I had to love her attitude!
“I know he wants to.. please make him fuck me.. I want him to fuck me like a bastard!” She gasped, panting for breath.
“I can’t force him,” I rasped hotly, wishing I could help my horny little bitch. “Just get down on your hands and knees and see if he’ll try to fuck you.” I suggested.
I didn’t have to ask twice. Lisa dropped beside the dog and started encouraging him with sweet cooing sounds.
Almost immediately he tried to mount her. But he took a couple of attempts to get a grip and stance up on her back. Then after a few humps, whereby he managed to punch Lisa’s creamy thighs with his rude red prodder, he’d dismount.
“Please! Get him on me! Make him fuck me!” Lisa begged.
Luckily at that moment, Handsome got himself into the proper position to fuck the girl. And then it all happened so fast. Handsome’s pointed cock found the slick mouth of Lisa’s cunt. Suddenly he was on top of her lovely upturned ass, humping like crazy, and his massive cock drilled into her horny cunt with a vengeance. Lisa made a low howl of pleasure.
I could hardly believe my eyes. It was making me so fucking horny to watch a sexy young teenager I was deeply in love with, fuck a dog, right in our own home. It was almost too good, too fucking horny.
I knelt down quietly behind them and tried to see as much as could of the action happening between their hot, dripping sex organs as I could without interrupting. Lisa’s pretty young pussy was already impaled on Handsome’s big cock, and he was lunging and plunging it into her cunt with unbelievably rapid thrusts. Making her gasp and groan as my mind spun with lust, her thighs and luscious tits giggling in time with his stabs.
“You two look so good fucking,” I praised. My eyes burned into her hips as the dog gripped tight around her tiny waist and hammered his haunches brutally against her rear. I just had to see his magnificent prick fucking Lisa’s lovely pussy.
Swapping my angle, and while I whispered my admiration, I could see his doggie cock-lance, as it hissed up her soaking fuck-hole.
“He’s fucking you!” I blurted like an idiot, in wonderment and awe. “The dog is fucking your lovely cunt baby!”
“Ooohh God..I know–and I fucking love it!” Lisa gasped as she pumped her cunt back to meet the dog’s flurrying, fuck-lunges. He fucked in to the balls, his swollen balls slapping on her ass like the a clapper of a some meaty bell.
Lisa’s face was a beautiful mask of raw, female lust, with Handsome hunching over her writhing, humping ass as the dog fucked her into a tizzy right before my eyes. I had never been so aroused in my life.
Handsome’s haunches rippled and quivered. He fucked faster and harder, he looked berserk with the joy of of fucking his little human bitch. His prick jerked out, coated with her cunt cream, then rammed back up that smoldering pussy with a violence that seemed to rattle Lisa’s bones. He was tilting her ass up as he stuffed her full of his gnarled, animal cock-meat.
She writhed and thrashed about under the brute, meeting him in counterpoint, pushing her pussy back as he fucked in, and rolling her hips as he drew out. I imagined her lovely cunt walls molding themselves around the contours of his nasty prick, as she clung and massaged every inch of it inside.
Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy as that big dog-cock filled her fuck-hole and pumped the hot froth from her. His hairy balls were soaking with the overflow from her fuck-hole as they slapped against her up-thrust ass with rapid, meaty whacks.
“Oh God.. hes hitting me on the cervix,” Lisa moaned, hips jerking. “Ohhhhhh..and he’s getting bigger and bigger inside me too!”
From this point on, Lisa had one after another small but trembling orgasms, and couldn’t manage to speak coherently.
The dog’s spine twisted into an S-shape as he fucked in, his stumpy tail whirling like a propeller behind his heaving ass. Lisa whimpered as she felt his cock throbbing inside her, spreading the moist walls of her pliable cunt out as it swelled and expanded in her quaking guts.
I watched that thick dog-cock vanish up Lisa’s cunt, and my own cock was so hot – it was numb.
As Lisa moaned, and the dog fucked her cunt full of rock-hard cock-meat. I could only marvel at the lewd thought of his nasty cock-head cramping into her little human womb, like a lump of molten iron, and his prick-shaft twisting like a crowbar, levering, wedging and prying up her steaming, hot-pink fuck-hole.
I could tell the dog was going to climax any moment, he had a mad look of concentration as he rode my little daring, like he was ready to go off like a stick of dynamite at any moment. Meanwhile, Lisa was only babbling incoherently about how good it felt. I was dieing to see the doggy fill her cunt with his hot, thick jism.
The dog poured the prick to her relentlessly, shoveling his phallic fuel into her fiery furnace frantically and furiously. Until finally, his balls exploded.
“He’s coming!” Lisa wailed, when she felt his cock-shaft buck with his squirting fuck load deep inside her.
The dog’s puppy-batter hosed her cunt-hole in creamy jets, and Lisa let herself go. I like to think her cunt must have melted around his prick, like a pink wax candle around a flaming red wick. The dog shot his hot cum, it flooded up her fuck tunnel, and steamed into her quivery womb like a briny, foaming wave crashing on a beach.
Each time the dog squirted another shot of cum up her, Lisa seemed to cum again as she moaned like a demented little whore. Her cunt cream gushed out, mingled with his jism as he unloaded his balls, and panted at her shoulder. A great wash of dog-cum and cunt juice trickled down from her crotch to splatter on the carpet.
I felt I was going to have a nervous breakdown, I had never until that moment nor ever since, come without even touching my cock. like I did just then. But just then I did! As my mind dissolved, my cock spewed great thankful jets of hot come, so that I had to grab it like a fire hose. And I became a complete devotee of bestiality sex at that magical moment of such surreal obscenity.
The dog squirted his load of cum into Lisa, then began to slow down, as his balls drained. The last of his jizz came out, and his head drooped. Lisa was a spent mess on his prick, having milked him bone dry and having had the most wondrous waves of multiple creamy comings of her life.
Whimpering, the dog pulled his prick out of her flooded pussy. His cock came out, his thankfully small knot dragging against the suction of her fuck-hole. Then the naked cock-knob popped out like a cork from a bottle of champagne. His prick swayed up and down, then it began to droop. The doggy hopped down to the floor, panting heavily. Cum and cunt juice dripped from the head of his shrinking cock, and a thicker flood poured out of Lisa’s vacated fuck-hole.
Handsome dismounted her right after he had shot his wad and he padded to the other side of the room to lick his cock dry.
Lisa whimpered low and quivered from head to toe, still sprawled on the floor.
“Are you all right?” I asked, worriedly.
Lisa looked like she was about to pass out at any minute. But instead she rolled onto her back on the floor laughing.
“Yes! Yesss!” She giggled and panted as if she were a drunken slut. “FUCK that was .. fuck.. I have never been so.. fuck!..please.. come and fuck me now!”
I think it was that moment she became my sex Goddess! I moved to her gorgeous, young body and ravished kisses violently all over her body as I whispered my undying appreciation for the awesome performance she had given. I kissed her with a passion I had never known before, kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. My cock was already hard again. But this time with sheer passion for the girl.
I mauled her ripe, jutting tits. Kissed her gorgeous mouth, her tits and then kissed her pretty mouth again.
“Lisa,” I whispered hotly as she took my big prick throbbing cock in her small, cool hand, and guide me with it to her soft, dog cum drenched cunt. As I pressed my rock-hard cock into her, I looked deeply into her lovely brown eyes.
“I love you SO fuckin’ much Baby!” I told her with the most heart felt candor. “You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever known!” I added, as I shoved my cock up into her and made her whimper for more.
“Just promise one thing, baby.” I pleaded as I fucked into her in increasing ferocity.
“What?” Lisa gasped as she fed me her gorgeous tits.
“Just promise me, no matter how many other people we fuck, I’ll always be your one true lover.. please?.”
Lisa threw her slender arms around my neck and gave me the most passionate kiss I’d ever known.
“Yes! Yes Baby! Oh God.. I love you so fuckin’ much darling!” She rasped, grabbing my cock and squeezing it within her lovely tight young cunt tunnel.. “I promise! I promise! No matter what.. your the only guy who has ever touched my heart baby.. I wouldn’t know I even had a heart without you!”
“That’s beautiful baby.. and I’ll love you forever. I promise” I told her, as my cock jolted in her tight little cunt.
PROLOGUE:
Nothing exceeds like excess. Perhaps that should be the epitaph for the 1980’s, and for some folk like me that tried to live life to the full.
After that night with the dog. Our love continued to grow stronger for a while, as we continued to experiment with many different types of sex.
However, some months later, Lisa snuck off and fucked a guy I knew, without asking my approval. It was deal breaker.
Before that, we had discussed everything together. When I found out, my pride was hurt, and the pain of her betrayal blinded me with rage and sadness. I spat at her, forgot her many gifts of love to me along with my promises to her, and even cursed her for tearing out MY heart.
Because I KNEW I could do better, I certainly didn’t need HER lying ass!
But, of course.. I was a liar.
As pride continued to blind me to her attempts to get us back together after that, I instead, drowned my pain in an veritable orgy of casual lovers, drugs and self-delusion as the months turned into years.
A drug addiction peaked, and after I hit rock bottom, still somehow I survived.
Then one day, I heard the awful news, Lisa was lost to me forever.
Her naked body was found in some lonely truck stop somewhere.. with a needle in her arm. Dead! At only twenty-one years old.
My poor, dear, sweet Lisa,
Many more years have passed since then, yet now and then, I will look into my children’s faces and wonder. – What might have been?
I hope you live a long, if sometimes painful life together, you young lovers.
But, beware your foolish pride:
Pride is so powerful, it can be so destructive.
It can even kill a butterfly!
Just as surely as the selfish, young fool I was, killed mine.

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War on Geminar part 4

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What I didn’t know was that I had a small audience watching our performance. From just inside the door leading to the Swan Chiaia stared in awe at the lewd act Kenneth and her sister but she could turn her eyes away from it.
Part of her was jealous of her sister because she wanted to feel that cock entering her virginity. She started feeling this way since seeing him naked earlier today, and now seeing how big it was when it hardened had her body reacting in strange and wonderful ways.
Chiaia found her hands fondling over her firm breast and running down her body rubbing her clit through her clothes. Her heart quickened with the couples pace as if it was her that monster cock was pounding into her. The world seems to fall away and only the couple having sex seemed to matter. Any other thoughts she had were lost to her.
Wahanly was taking a break from repairing the Swan and her mechanoid when she heard strange sounds coming from outside. As she investigated she looked into her ranger finder and saw Kenneth and Mexiah having sex in the cage he was in. The blanket forgotten on the floor as Mexiah sat on top of Kenneth and his cock was ramming in and out of her. This was the first time Wahanly had seen anything like this. Her body was reaching in such a way she could control herself. She felt her pussy began to dampen and her whole body became flushed. Her breathing was shallower and the only thing she wondered was how Mexiah could take some much of his hard cock inside of her.
Queen Lasharra had been watching the whole scene up fold in front of her from the beginning. She had been secretly watching Kenneth since he was his capture. When she first saw him she had never seen such a tall, strong, and handsome man. She was intrigued about everything about him. She knew that there wasn’t anyone like him and that made him all the more desirable to her. Now, seeing him fucking Mexiah like he was she too wanted to feel that. She secretly vowed that no matter what Kenneth would be hers.
Standing in the shadows of the queen’s chambers Mahya watch the monitor as well remembering that hard cock inside her mouth feeling it swell and cum. She knew then this young man would be an exciting lover should love to take to her bedroom. The things she would love to teach him made her pulse quicken as she saw Mexiah body shake violently through one orgasm after another. She also knew that she would have to watch the queen closely from now on. She could tell Kenneth was starting to have an effect on the young queen.
As I laid there trying to catch my breath, I felt my cock was still being milked by Mexiah’s tight little pussy as it was trapped deep inside of her. I pulled up on her body trying to free my cock from her vagina. I wiggled my hips until I hear the wet plopping sounds of my cock being freed from its confines.
“Are you alright Mexiah?” I asked her. When she didn’t respond I gave her a gentle shake. “Miss Mexiah, are you alright?”
“Hmm? Oh Goddess, what have you done to me, my sweet little brother? My pussy is still quivering but it fills so empty now that you’re not in me.” Mexiah asked me as she looked into my eyes with a mischievous smile.
“Just what the hell is going on out here Mexiah?” Chiaia screamed as she ran up to the cage.
This startled me as I saw the rage in Chiaia eyes while she was coming towards us. Mexiah start laughing and said “Oh you should know what is going on Chiaia. You have been watching long enough at the doorway to get a good HARD look.” Mexiah emphasis hard by sitting up on my lap and reaching behind him to grab my still swollen cock in her hand and rubbed it between her ass cheeks as she looked at Chiaia.
“But, if you want your big sister to show you again maybe you should get undressed and join me for a little one on one lesson.” Mexiah teased Chiaia.
Chiaia face went totally red and the shock in her eyes at what she said froze Chiaia in place. Mexiah stood up and started walking towards her sister. It was when she bent down to step out of the cage when I noticed a rather thick glob of my cum dip from her pussy and started running down her thigh.
“Damn it Chiaia look what you’ve done. Kenneth’s cum is escaping and dripping down my leg. I hope you are happy now?” Mexiah said to her sister and she spread her legs and showed Chiaia the cum trail.
That was so sexy to see but it got even better when she reached between her legs and used two of her finger to scoop up the glob of cum and then she sucked the cum off her fingers. Then she reach down for a second scoop of cum and this time offered it to Chiaia as she stood there staring wide eyed at her sister. “What’s wrong Chiaia would you like a taste of his yummy cum as well?” Mexiah said as she stuck her hand out to Chiaia.
“Ew, gross Mexiah I don’t want that anywhere near me. Besides what were you going out here in the first place?” Chiaia said as she backed away from Mexiah’s hand.
“He looked cold out here, and very lonely.” Mexiah answered her.
“But why are you naked out here in the first place?” Chiaia fired a question back.
“Oh? You don’t know sharing your body heat is the best way to warm somebody up.” Mexiah said with a wink.
“I can’t believe I have to guard my own sister from the prisoner.” Chiaia said as she grabbed Mexiah’s arm and started dragging her back inside the Swan.
Once they were back in the Swan Lady Mahya met them in the corridor and stopped them from going any further. She looked at Mexiah and then at Chiaia then back to Mexiah before saying “Miss Mexiah, if you would please come with me. I will find you clothes to wear and get you cleaned up. I can’t have you running around naked and making a mess in these corridors after we worked so hard cleaning up this place.” With that she took Mexiah’s hand and led her down to a spare room and shut the door locking it.
“Miss Mexiah, I’m not sure how instructors do things in the Holy land’s academy but here we try to maintain things with the upmost care.” Mahya scolded Mexiah as she sat her on the edge of the chair in the room. “Besides, wasting all that beautiful cum by dripping it on the floors. I thought you of all people should know better than that.”
Mahya knelt in front of Mexiah and spread her legs over the arms of the chair she was sitting in and began licking the sides of her thighs lapping up the cum that had dripped out of her pussy. Mexiah sat back and start to enjoy having the head maid lick the cum from her pussy.
“You know Mahya, if you wanted him cum so badly you should have joined me out there this evening. When I left Kenneth he was still rock hard and I know we could have gotten even more cum out of him and shared it with each other.” Mexiah told Mahya as the slurping sounds increased.
“Oh, I didn’t want to be too greedy my Lady. I’ve already indulged in his cock once today with a belly full of his cum.” Mahya retorted. Beside Chiaia wasn’t your only audience member that enjoyed your little show and I still have a reputation to up hold around here.
Mahya made her point clear by sucking in Mexiah’s erect clit into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue as she push two finger into her slopping wet pussy. This took her back to the days when she used to service the former queen after she was fucked by Lasharra’s father. She mused to herself that’s probably why Lasharra was an only child. With that thought in her mind she began to hum a tune into Mexiah’s clit.
Mahya used two of her fingers to fuck Mexiah’s loosen pussy curling them slightly to rub the mushy part of her g-spot. This got Mexiah off faster than she ever thought was possible. Mahya was definitely no stranger in the ways of pleasing a woman. Mahya continued her manipulation of Mexiah until her orgasm hit and then she pulled her fingers from Mexiah’s pussy and drove her face and tongue into her pussy.
Mahya sucked the cum mixed from Mexiah pussy like she was starving. Mexiah felt Mahya’s tongue working around her pussy sucking every last bit of nectar that she could offer Mahya. In the span of less than an hour she had two of the most mind blowing orgasms she has ever felt.
I woke up to someone opening the cage door to see Doll standing there with a smug look on her face. She said “you really messed things up now haven’t you Kenneth?’
“Doll! I thought I’d never get to see you again.” I exclaimed.
“Are you ready to go back Kenneth?” She asked me.
“Well, I seem to have a bit of a problem Doll. I don’t have any clothes on. All I have is this blanket.” I told her.
“Oh I don’t mind that. It’s not that I haven’t had the pleasure of see you naked before now have I? But, if you insist I saw your clothes on a shelf just inside the room.” Doll giggled.
I guess this was her way her getting me back from catching me masturbating last night. I folded the blanket on the floor of the cage and stepped out and got dressed. She led me to a hover bike hidden behind some bushes and we took off from the Swan unnoticed.
We made our way back to the masked man’s ship that was lying in wait for our return. We landed in the mechanoid holding bay and got off the bike. We were immediately surrounded by his troops all of them pointing their guns at me.
Lasharra watched as Kenneth and another rider took off in the hoover bike her guards discovered earlier. Everything was going according to her plan. She knew no one would just give up on such a powerful mechanoid pilot that easily. She sent word to have Chiaia, Mexiah, and Wahanly awoken and brought to her chambers so she could discuss the plans she and been working on. If all went accordingly she would have her proof and then take proper actions against the people that had sent Kenneth and the other mechanoid pilots out to kill her. If she was even luckier, she would retake Kenneth alive and figure out a way to keep him by her side.
Vanessa woke Chiaia and Wahanly up in their rooms but she couldn’t find Mexiah anywhere. She reported this back to the queen just as the girls arrived in the queen’s chambers. Mexiah’s disappearance put a dampener in Lasharra’s plans. The lack of the extra mecha and pilot put them back at a disadvantage.
“Wahanly, we need you to start preparing that surprise we talked about earlier. Chiaia, I need you to follow in Wahanly’s mechanoid and locate their position. With your sister gone we can’t stage an attack but maybe we can turn the tables on them when they decide to attack us.” Lasharra ordered the girls.
Then she turned to the ship’s communications pad and ordered the ship to go into defensive lock down and prepare for an attack. She walked back to her chair and waited for the next move to be played by her enemies.
Lasharra wasn’t the only one watching the hover bike escape back to the waiting warship. A hidden Scared Mechanoid watched it pass by before making a call to a nearby Dark Elf patrol ship on the pilgrimage route. She warned them of a uninvited guest in their airspace with hostile intent.
“Why have you failed to finish Lasharra off? You are from another world and yet this is all you got?” the masked man asked me. “Search him!” he shouted to the guards.
The guards grabbed me by my arms and began checking my clothes and patting down my body I guess looking for some like of bug or weapons. I really didn’t know what they were expecting to find until one of the guards turned my shirt collar over and said” he’s wearing an Aho magik transmission circle!”
This took everyone including me by surprise. Seeing that I had no idea what the hell that was but guessing from the transmission part it must have been some kind of tracking device. The guard removed the clear disk from my shirt and crushed it.
“I figured as much.” The masked man said.
“Well, that was surprisingly fast, but it was long enough to gain some valuable insight.” Lasharra said as she put the listening device back on the desk.
“You’re up Chiaia. Follow the plan as I directed.” She ordered.
“How did Queen Lasharra win you over? Did she tell you that you could have anything you wanted?” The man in the masked asked me.
“No, she didn’t. I never said a word to them about anything.” I explained to him.
“Are you playing dumb then?” He asked.
“I’m telling you I didn’t say anything to them about you or me. I just recently got my clothes back before returning here with Doll.’ I told him.
“Either way it doesn’t matter. I had planned for you to die here from the very beginning.” He said smugly.
That realization hit me hard and fast. I guess I knew from the start I shouldn’t have trusted anyone that wouldn’t let me see his face. It was just as Chiaia said I was just a pawn in their coupe-de-ta. If they succeeded I would have be executed as a murderer of Lasharra and if I failed I couldn’t tell them anything to trace it back to them. The dream of going back home was a long shot but it was the only chance I had open to me.
As the rage was building up inside of me I said to him “We had a deal though. I help you out and you would send me back to my world.”
“Do you really believe we have the means to send you back? Think about it.” He retorted.
Clinching my fist I ever so slightly shifted my weight to the ball of my feet and said “So you lied to me.”
He started drawing his sword and I attacked sending a hard thrust kick into his solar plexus. That sent him flying backwards to the ground gasping for air. The guards behind me start rushing me. I caught the first guard in the throat with an open palm strike that dropped him instantly.
Then next guard came at me swinging his sword in a downward arch which I sidestepped and as the sword hit the ground I spun towards him counter clock wise driving my elbow down in the back of his neck. I was about to bend down and grab his sword when I saw the other three guards rushing at me with their swords ready for a thrusting stab. I took on the middle guard first feinting a sidestep again and as he tried to anticipate the move I adjusted my weight to the inside foot going low into a hard leg sweep that caught him in the knee cap breaking it instantly.
The other two guards turn but it was too late, I ready had the middle guard’s sword in my hands and slashed the left side guard’s throat and using the momentum of the swing blocked the sword of the right side guard’s sword and kicked him in the balls. I then drove my sword into his chest.
I needed to get off this ship but the guards behind me protecting the masked man block my way to the hover bike. I took off out of the hanger towards the front of the ship. I thought maybe I could find something on the top deck I could use to rappel off this ship like some rope or anything.
“Kill him already!” yelled the masked man to his guard as they took off after me. /this brought a laughter out of Doll.
“What are you laughing at?” He yelled at Doll.
“You want me to kill Kenneth? Surely you jest.” She said at the end of her laughing.
“How dare you mock me!” he said and turned to enter the mechanoid.
Out on the top deck I couldn’t find anything to use as I continued to move towards the bow of the ship. When I reached it the hanger doors opened and out stepped the blue mechanoid the mask man piloted. I was trapped with no other way out that I could see.
“You dare humiliate me after everything I have done for you. You owe me your life after everything I have done for you.” He said.
Just then, my vision began to blur up again like the previous night. I could feel the cold sweats breaking out all over my body and a chili running down my spine. I knew this was bad and getting worse by the second.
Seeing me stagger on the bow the masked man laughed “Now this is very interesting, you seem to have gotten sick haven’t you? Well, I have just the cure for you. Your slow excruciating death!”
Looking over the edge, the only option I could see was to jump and hope I could catch a lucky break and use the trees 40 feet below us to help slow my fall and keep myself from dying. Thinking back on it now I don’t know if it was the fever talking or desperation but it I knew it was the only choice I had left. I got over the railing and took the plunge over the side.
I don’t know if you have ever fallen off something at a great height but the time I spent in free fallen seemed to take forever but then all the sudden these huge hands gently cradle around me and slow my decent before lifting my back closer to its mechanoid frame. It was at that point the world went black.
The green mechanoid with brown trim and with long silver hair belonged to Aura Shurifon. The daughter of King Shurifon, ruler of the Shurifon Empire. She was also the Pilgrimage Route Guards commander. After receiving the mysterious call earlier she deployed her mecha to investigate the claim of a unwelcome guest. That was when she saw a man jump from the bow of the ship and without thinking saved him from the fall.
When Aura secured the man that was in her mechanoid’s hand she took off in the opposite direction to put some distance between her and the mysterious ship.
“What’s Aura doing here?” the masked man pondered, and began firing at her. No matter what, could not let Aura talk to Kenneth about everything that has happened.
Aura scolded herself about getting involved specially without backup because while she had this man in her mechanoid’s hand she couldn’t defend herself against his attacks. Her only other option was to try and escape to a safer location where she could put him down and fight back.
Just then Chiaia met Aura in midflight as she saw the blast from the laser cannon and went to assist her. She didn’t know how but she knew that she had gotten involved in all this. Just as the blue mechanoid was about to use a finishing blow to Aura’s mechanoid the strangers mechanoid fired a shoot across the blue mechanoid’s front making him back off with just enough time for Chiaia to come in and assist Aura.
“Chiaia Flan.” Aura recognized the mecha that crossed her flight path.
“Well if it isn’t Aura Shurifon. What bring you out on such a lovely night like tonight?” Chiaia asked not wanting to involve Aura as much as possible. Then she saw Kenneth in her mechanoid’s hand and said “You go on ahead. The swan is just around the bend up ahead. I’ll cover your escape.” With that, she turned her mecha to engage the blue mechanoid that was attacker her.
“Gladly and thank you.” Auras told Chiaia, and resume her flight as instructed.
With both mechanoids preoccupied the blue mechanoid hid in the trees as he told this might be more obstacles than I can handle.
When Chiaia couldn’t locate the attacking mechanoid she followed Aura back to the Swan. When they landed on the Swan Aura took Kenneth under his arm and began walking to the front of the castle. She wasn’t going to leave her without getting some answers, and she knew this man she was supporting was the key to it all.
As Aura approached the doors Angela asked her if she could take the man for her so she could wait outside for Queen Lasharra to come out and greet her. Aura refused Angela’s request and continue to make her way to the doors.
Chiaia finished exiting her mecha stood at the front of the doors and waited on Aura to reach her. Stepping in front of Aura, Chiaia bowed and said “Since we are on a pilgrimage we have special right and I cannot allow you to enter Princess Shurifon. You have my up most apologies.”
“As the commander of the Pilgrimage Route Guard I need and will get some answers. I cannot and will not let this go.” Aura told Chiaia.
“I will certainly explain the situation but first I ask that you surrender that man to me.” Chiaia asked Aura matter-of-factly.
“This man is my exclusive witness in my attack. Furthermore, I think he is the key for all that is happening so until I get some answers I will not be surrendering him to anyone. Plus, I would prefer to hear this explanations from Queen Lasharra herself.” Aura said coldly.
As Aura approached Chiaia, Chiaia went to stop her but was halted by the queen when she said “Tis fine, she has our full permission to board.”
“Queen Lasharra Earth, please pardon my demeanor during this crisis.” Aura addressed Lasharra.
“Of course, it would be highly impropriate to discuss these matters out in the open. Would you care for some tea inside while we talk?” Lasharra asked. “Chiaia”
Chiaia went to take Kenneth from Aura but was blocked by her saying “As the one who just save this man’s life, I will keep him until I understand the situation better.”
“I heard Kenneth back.” Mexiah said as she exited the front doors towards everyone.
“Mexiah, where have you been?” Chiaia asked.
“Miss Mexiah what are you doing here?” Aura asked her.
Ignoring the questions she hurried over to Kenneth to examine him. “Oh no.” she said.
“I’m sorry it’s likely Aho sickness. I had to carry him with my mechanoid when I saved him.” Aura told Mexiah.
“No, it’s worse than that. Look at that rash on his neck and the high fever. It’s Rashinatory the altitude sickness.” Mexiah explained.
“Rashia what? Asked Chiaia.
“He has to be from somewhere with a really high altitude to come down with that sickness. Rashinatory come from the Ena oceans.” Wahanly explained.
“So, you had it too Wahanly?” Asked Chiaia.
“Oh no way, I’m fine. I had the vaccination for it before I left the Barrier Workshop.” Wahanly told Chiaia. “If this man has it he could die.”
“We got to do something fast he’s burning up!” Mexiah told them.
“Move him inside to one of the rooms and call Mr. Ulyte. He would know what to do for Kenneth.” Lasharra ordered.
After getting him into the bed Ulyte examined Kenneth and turned to Lasharra and said “At this stage he has about 6 hours before he will fall into a coma and all likely hood suffer from heart failure and die.”
“I know! I heard if the shot doesn’t work there is a natural remedy you extract from the Triama herb.” Wahanly told Ulyte.
“Well, Triama is rarely used as any kind of remedy so we don’t carry any on board.” Ulyte explained to Wahanly.
“I’ll go get some.” Aura said as she walked out of the room.
“I’ll go help you Aura.” Mexiah said. “We’ll leave the Swan in your capable hands Chiaia.”
The two experienced mechanoid pilots left the ship to start their search of the Triama plant. It was found in marsh, wetland by rivers and lakes plus being that the plant was not really in season was going to make finding it all the more difficult.

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Celebrities Fucking: Part -Kristen Kruek

Hey guys. This is a story i found somewhere on the internet that i touched up a bit and decided to post on here. It begins with Kristen Kruek from Smallville and a Canadian cop on the roadside, but the rest of the chapters expand to new celebrities. Enjoy!
(And dont worry, im still working on the Disney series. The Hannah Montana story is just about ready and then I’ll move on to the Suite Life on Deck, and then maybe a story or two for the wizards, and then a “Wizards on Deck with Hannah Montana sortof thing.)
Kristin glanced at her speedometer as she barreled down a rural, two-lane highway, and saw she was a good 25 kph over the posted speed limit. Her driver’s license was close to being revoked, and if she got another speeding ticket, her already high insurance premiums would go through the roof. On the other hand, she was in serious danger of being late for a photo shoot to promote her new movie, and she knew this was not a photographer you made wait for your lazy ass to finally show up. Deciding her professional reputation was more important than her driving record, Kristin punched the accelerator pedal to the floor and was thrown back in her seat as her silver BMW rocketed forward.
Kristin planned on maintaining her new speed until she reached the outskirts of the Vancouver metroplex. After that, she thought driving just above the posted limit would be more than enough to get her to the studio on time. As she drove along, she was nervously checking every side road she approached, as her one fear was having a cop sitting there, just waiting to nail her as she blazed on by.
Checking the side roads was fine, but what Kristin failed to do was consider the possibility that a cop might be hiding behind a billboard or some other obstacle. Still twenty miles away from the urban sprawl that was Vancouver, she saw lights flashing in her rearview mirror and began to slow while looking for somewhere safe to pull off the mostly deserted road. She selected a dirt road that was heavily lined with trees, and as she turned off the lonely highway, she looked down and evaluated what she was wearing as she planned to flirt her way out of a ticket. Kristin had never done that before, as she thought a woman using her sexuality like that was repellent, but desperate times called for desperate measures; she really, really couldn’t afford another ticket.
As soon as her car came to a stop, Kristin’s hands quickly unbuttoned her forest green Henley and then tugged on her faded denim miniskirt to pull it up as high on her smooth, tanned legs as she could without showing her panties. The only thing she had time left for after that was to bite hard on her lips to plump them up. Then she freaked out momentarily when she realized the officer could very easily be a woman. Of course, flirting still might work, as a woman could be a dyke, but one look in her side view mirror was enough to know the cop was a man.
In fact, Kristin thought, as she peered at her mirror for a second look, he’s a big, tasty-looking man with a noticeable bulge in his pants. She found herself unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of the tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired man that was striding up to her car. Not wanting to make the man nervous, she placed both hands on the wheel so he could see they were empty and then waited for him to speak. Her last thought before the cop arrived at her door was to think, Please, God, let him give me a warning just this once and I’ll be a good little driver from here on out. Just this once!
The officer stood just behind the front driver’s side door and tapped on the window. Kristin looked his way as he asked for her license and proof of insurance. He’d already seen walking up that her tags were current, and the driver’s license she handed over confirmed what his electronic check of the car’s license plate had told him: that the driver was named Kristin Kreuk.
“Miss Kreuk,” the cop asked, “do you know how fast you were going?”
“Please, call me Kristin.” She had already decided that honesty was her best bet; she couldn’t imagine a cop liked being bullshitted. “And as for the speed, I’m not exactly sure,” she replied, “except that it was too fast, whatever it was.”
The cop nodded slowly. “You could say that. You were doing double the legal limit when you blew by me doing one-hundred-and-sixty kilometers an hour.”
One-sixty? Kristin thought. Cool! I’ve never gone that fast before. And then it hit her: there was no way she was getting out of this without a ticket. I am soooooo fucked! Still, she was going to try flirting her way out of the ticket anyway. There’s no point in giving up now.
“Where were you going in such a hurry?”
“I have a photo shoot in downtown Vancouver that I’m just about to miss,” she said.
“Oh, is that so? Why is one photo shoot so important that you felt the need to disregard the rules of the road and endanger you life and the lives of others?”
“Well,” Kristin started to say, as she shifted toward the cop, hoping he’d take a good look at the tanned skin of her upper chest, “I’ve just recently completed a movie, and this photo shoot is for a major men’s magazine to help boost the visibility of the movie amongst a highly desired segment of the population.”
Kristin finally dared a direct look at the cop and saw his last name was Johnson. Johnson’s got a big johnson, she snickered, as her eyes finally looked up into his. Oh my, Johnson’s got pretty eyes, too. She just loved the large, expressive deep brown eyes that were looking down at his ticket pad as he started to fill out the top sheet.
“So what magazine were you going to model for?” Officer Johnson asked. As far as he was concerned, a major men’s magazine meant something like Popular Mechanics or maybe Sports Illustrated. She’s definitely hot, he mused, but the SI swimsuit issue doesn’t shoot in Vancouver, so she’s not shooting for that mag, and I doubt her tits are big enough to get her into Playboy.
“Maxim,” Kristin replied. When all that got her was a blank look, and the reply ‘never heard of it,’ she wanted to slap herself on the forehead. I would get the only cop under the age of thirty in the whole of British Columbia who has no idea that Maxim is basically a skin mag. I bet he doesn’t even know who I am. So much for trading on my name. It looks like I’m going to have to use more direct means. Screw subtlety!
“You know, Officer Johnson, that’s a mighty big gun you have there,” she purred. “I sure would like to see it.” The words were talking about his polymer Smith & Wesson Military & Police 9mm handgun, but her eyes were locked onto the nice bulge in the front of his pants. It was a hint only a moron could miss.
Screw subtlety, indeed!
Officer Johnson lowered his ticket pad and eyed the gorgeous brunette that was plainly eyeing him back. With the way she was leaning toward him, he was able to see right down her open blouse to her black lace bra with no trouble at all, and when he was able to tear his eyes away from the bra and the small mounds of titflesh it supported, he could see what seemed like kilometers of toned, tanned legs protruding from under her tiny skirt. When he combined what he was seeing now with the beauty of her face and luxuriant hair, he wondered if maybe Hugh Hefner might not want her in his magazine after all.
“That looks like a cock,” she gulped, “I mean, a Glock from here, but I can’t be sure.”
Johnson’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He’d never had someone he stopped act this sexually aggressive before, much less a woman of her staggering beauty.
“Take it out, please?” Kristin continued. “I’d sure love to touch it.”
“I, uh, it’s not a Glock,” Johnson replied shakily. “It’s a Smith & Wesson.”
“Whatever. Let me see it,” Kristin said, as she shifted from asking to commanding. It was a subtle move, one intended to put her in control of the situation. She figured the more she could keep the focus on his cock and sex in general, the better chance she had of avoiding a ruinous ticket.
“I…I don’t…don’t think I should.”
“But you’ll do it anyway…won’t you?”
Kristin’s voice was low, throaty, and burning with need. At least, that’s what Johnson heard. She wasn’t an actress for nothing. Years of pretending she desired various costars stood her in good stead now. Of course, it didn’t hurt her efforts one bit that Officer Johnson did happen to be rather hot.
Not at all.
Johnson could tell this situation was rapidly getting away from him, and that was something he couldn’t allow. He stepped a few feet back from the BMW, and the vixen within, to gain a few moments in which to gather himself, but was foiled when the driver’s door opened and those impossibly fine, miniskirt-clad legs swung out of the car and onto the dirt road.
“P-please remain in the car, Miss Kreuk,” Johnson said, as he continued to move away from her, and onto the grass on the other side of the car. He’d reverted to using a more formal mode of address as another way to distance himself from the tiny goddess who was even now standing and moving confidently toward him.
“I thought we’d established that you’d call me Kristin,” she replied, as she joined him on the grass, grasped his belt, and ripped it open. “Now are you going to show me your cock, or do I have to strip you like a little boy who needs a bath?”
Oh fuck, I’m going to Hell! Johnson thought, as his hands took over from Kristin’s and unfastened his pants. She stepped back to watch as his heavy belt dragged his pants down around his ankles.
“Boxers, too!” Kristin added cheerily.
When Johnson pushed his boxers down to join his pants, his aching erection sprang into view. Kristin eyes glazed over and she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of a full foot of pussy-stretching magnificence. She was trying to imagine being impaled by that monstrosity when Johnson spoke up.
“You did say…youwantedtotouchit…” he said in a rush, not quite sure if he really wanted to let her continue or to escape with his professional dignity intact.
She nodded her head slowly, almost as if she was in a trance. Her eyes never left his rampant manhood. Not once. Not even for a second. Now that his cock was out in the open, she acted almost as if she was afraid of it getting away. She quickly knelt before Johnson and started fondling his cock with her small, delicate hands. What started out as a general groping quickly changed to masturbation, as Kristin stroked his massive shaft with both hands.
“Ohhhhhh, Gaaawwwwwddd!” Johnson moaned. “Fuuuuuccckkk me!”
That last comment was more a statement than a request, but Kristin was getting into the swing of things, and she was still very determined to avoid a disastrous ticket, so she said, “Fuck you? That may be getting ahead of the game a bit,” she dipped her head and licked the underside of his shaft from root to tip with one relaxed swipe, “but we’ll get there eventually, Big Boy.” Kristin looked up at Johnson and winked. “You can count on it; it’s going to happen.”
It then occurred to Kristin that she was about to fuck a random stranger. She didn’t even know his first name. So after bobbing down and sucking the spongy purple head of his cock into her small mouth and giving it a light suck, she pulled off of him and asked, “What’s your first name, Officer Johnson?”
Still unable to believe this was happening to him, Johnson groaned, “My name is Mud if anyone finds out about this. Anyone could see us out here!”
“Not likely,” Kristin countered. “Your car…” she licked his cock again, eliciting another groan, “…is parked at an angle, blocking most of this dirt road from view, and these thick stands of trees along each side of the road prevent us from being seen by anyone who’s not right at the end of the road itself. So take off your shirt, and tell me your name.”
A quick glance at their surroundings was enough to show the officer that Kristin was completely correct. Knowing she was going to have her way with him no matter what, Johnson threw caution to the wind and gave in to what was happening. He pulled off his uniform shirt and white t-shirt and tossed them down on the road next to his pants.
“My name’s Ian,” Johnson said.
“Ian,” Kristin replied, as she lightly scratched his balls. “That’s a nice name. Now lean back against the side of my car while I blow you.”
Kristin could have just gotten up and left at this point without a ticket, as Ian was too embarrassed to try to stop her. That’s without even considering his in-car video camera that would prove his doom if he wrote a ticket now and Kristin decided to challenge him in court. But she had no intention of leaving now, as thoughts of what she wanted to do with that prodigious, throbbing cock had taken over her mind and were heating her cunt. She had to have it. Photo shoot be damned, Kristin thought, I need that cock.
Kristin placed one hand around Ian’s cock just beneath its sensitive ring, and as she lowered her head to take it into her hot little mouth again, the hand slid down and then back up in time with the movements of her bobbing head. Up and down, up and down went Kristin’s head, and each time, she changed the direction of her head to alter which parts of his cock got caressed by her plump lips.
“Your cock iz d’lishus,” Kristin said, around a mouthful of cock.
“Oh…Jeeeeezzzzuus H. Christ!” Ian groaned. He couldn’t believe what was going on, or in Kristin’s case, going down. Only five minutes earlier, he’d been writing up a ticket; now, all he wanted was an orgasm.
After a couple of minutes of just using her lips, Kristin stepped up the pressure by adding her tongue into the mix. Down she went, sealing her lips tightly against the shaft until his cock almost rammed into the back of her mouth, then she gave him a good, hard suck and pulled back to the tip of his cock. Once there, she finished the move by wrapping her tongue around one side of the head of his cock, and then the other, as if she were licking the base of an ice cream cone.
Now that Kristin had decided to skip out on the photo shoot, she was taking her sweet time pleasuring Ian, but he knew something she didn’t: he hadn’t checked in with his dispatcher in awhile, and if he didn’t do so soon, they might send another patrol car to check on him. So, as much as he wanted Kristin to keep on working him over, he had to take charge and finish this or else they’d both be in hot water.
Once he’d made his decision, Ian leapt into action, grasping both sides of Kristin’s head to hold her close as her vigorously fucked her pretty little mouth. She was surprised by the sudden change, but she did adore strong men and secretly loved being used like she was nothing more than a man’s come bucket.
“Take my cock, you fucking whore!” Ian grunted as he abused Kristin’s mouth. Over and over he rammed his thick cock as far back into her mouth as he could, making her gag before pulling back and then fucking her all over again.
Ian was close to coming now, perilously so, and wanting to make his mark on this roadside slut, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and started jacking off only inches from her face. Kristin groaned in frustration at the loss of Ian’s thick cock, but she kept her mouth open as she hoped to catch as much of his come as she could.
No dice.
When Ian came, he gave a guttural roar while pointing his cock here, there, and everywhere, managing to cover Kristin with ropes of his thick, white come from her eyebrows to the open V of her unbuttoned green Henley.
“Holy shit, that was hot!” he mumbled, as Kristin sucked his cock back into her mouth to get the last few drops out of his cock before they dribbled away.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Kristin replied, once she released his cock. “I can’t wait for the encore.” The back of her mouth was a little sore from the pounding it had just taken, but she was so wet that she couldn’t wait for him to get hard again and fuck her juicy pussy the exact same way.
That’s when Ian regretfully explained to Kristin about their need to get moving before they got caught by another cop. She pouted and whined just a bit, even as she gave in to the necessity of moving on. Once he helped her to her feet, he started to dress as fast as possible, while she got into the trunk of her car where she kept some ratty, old towels. Once she’d wiped the come off of her face, neck, and chest, she reached into her car to grab a notepad and a pen out of her purse. By the time Ian had redressed and was beating the road dust off of his uniform pants, Kristin had written an address and a brief set of directions for him.
“This isn’t over yet, Stud,” Kristin purred. “You owe me a royal fucking.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Ian said.
“When are you off tonight?”
“Sixish…depends a lot on not having any major emergencies to respond to. And in a department that’s short on officers right now, it doesn’t take much for an emergency to become ‘major.’”
“Here’s to hoping you’re off on time then,” Kristin said, as she handed over the small sheet of paper. “That’s my home address. Be there tonight after your shift is over, but please don’t let anyone else see that address. The last thing I need is a bunch of people I don’t know coming to my door.”
“You don’t know me,” Ian pointed out.
“I’ve had your cock in my mouth,” Kristin shot back. “I think I know you well enough to let you have a shot at my pussy.”
“What about your ass? Do I get that, too?”
“You are a bold one,” Kristin allowed, “but if you want my ass, you’ll have to earn it.”
Kristin and Ian then shared a quick but fiery kiss before separating. Just as he was about to step into his patrol car, Kristin caught his attention, and said, “One more thing, Ian, wear your uniform when you come over.” Curious, he asked why. That got Kristin to wink. “Those handcuffs and that nightstick might just come in handy.” She blew him a kiss. “See you after six, Officer Cock.”
Now, Kristin thought, I just have to go home and make up a damn good excuse for missing the fucking photo shoot today.

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My Bus Driver (pt. 3)

This story is purely based on my fantasy, though the characters are all real people with some name changes. Feel free to leave comments, I love feedback!

Titcage (Chapter 24)

Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Gabrielle’s Seduction

He was hunting her. Of that there was no doubt. It was only natural that he do so. He was, after all, a hunter of flesh. It was in his nature to seek the flesh and all the wonders it held. Mortals could never understand with their “conventions of society”…the niceties they passed to each other during the day so at night they can feel free to indulge in their own private hunts. Not Gabriel. He was as nature intended him, a hunter. At all times, he was dangerous.
He watched her body sway to the music and enjoyed every move. In his world of life and death, every second was important. He could smell her essence from across the room, so vital her life was. She was so alive and living and she looked so delicious. Her body was lithe and supple. When she moved, her body flowed without effort. It was not just skill at dancing, it was more. She was in touch with her being and knew her body so well, it moved at her desire and not her thoughts. She was natural in her sensuality. Gabriel wanted her.
He absentmindedly sucked upon his growing fangs. They elongated and swelled slightly as he became more aroused watching her. The hunger was rising in him. He could not fight it even had he wanted to. It was passion, pure and simple. He wanted her and without knowing it, she wanted him. She was dancing just for him.
Sheila danced harder than normal, feeling something in the air that excited her, something enticing her to push to the edge of her ability and endurance. She could feel the eyes of men upon her as she danced. Her body swaying in sexual ways, a light bead of sweat upon her flushed skin giving her a vibrant look. Her dress clung to her body so tightly, she had a hard time remembering where she stopped and it began. It was almost like she danced naked in the middle of the crowded room.
She had seen him as he entered. His whole being commanded her attention. He had not done the typical browse of the crowd to try and locate the women. He had stared at her from the time he had arrived. He wanted her, of that she was sure. The hunger in his gaze was almost palatable, like she could reach out and fondle it as he watched her. His eyes, piercing even at this distance, almost felt like hands running over her body.
The combination of the thought of dancing nude in the crowd and his eyes feeling her was more intoxicating then any liquor. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, by the thought. She knew her scent of arousal would be apparent to others, but most wouldn’t notice or at least not be able to identify it without being told, like they were dead to nature’s allure. They instead used the fake scents of perfumes and colognes to simulate what nature did on its own. She liked to smell like sex.
She was watching. He knew it. He was not a man that was easily missed in a crowd. He was not that tall, just over 6 feet. He was not that big, though his body rippled with muscles when aroused, his clothing hid all but the slightest of details. His clothing was expensive but understated and muted, a collage of dark colors that seemed to make him look like a piece of the night that had detached and walked around. He was in a way. He was part of the night and it flowed through his veins more assuredly than blood. It was not any of those things though. It was his presence. His entire being screamed to be noticed.
His eyes were so piercing, in anger they were so like knives and none could look at them. In passion they were like a lovers grasp that none wished to break no matter how much they struggled. They were in all respects powerful and commanding. They reached out and he tasted the salt of her sweat with a look.
His face was handsome but not pretty. He was not a model, that was for sure. He had a look that was sexy and yet hard. He definitely looked strong. Not muscle strong but the strength of a man who is what he says he is and never questions it. A strength of character some would say, of spirit, etc. No one could ever totally figure out why he was so appealing, just that he was what they wanted or what they feared. He was danger and he was paradise. He was as dark as the shadows could be and yet also as tempting as a summer evening. He was a paradox to those who looked at him, something that seemed beyond words and explanation. He was who he was and no more. That in and of itself was different these days.
Sheila was beautiful. As much as she tried not to admit it, she knew she was. Her body was lithe and yet full. Her breasts were pert and yet heavy to a lover’s grasp. Her nipples were a deep pink and full. They pressed against the fabric of her dress and tried to break through as they stiffened and grew hard. Her throat was flushed from effort and Gabriel noted the supple curves and dips. She was delicious looking as her breathing made her throat rise and fall unevenly and the effort made her blood rush.
Her skin was like silk to the touch of a gentle hand, creamy and deep in tones if not color. It seemed to shine with the vibrancy of life, a deep inner glow that made her look almost like she was covered in a fine layer of exotic oils at all times. Her long brown hair swirled about her exotic face, a face that defied classification into an ethnic group. Like she was all and yet none. Her skin was a deep tone and yet not black. Her eyes were dark and somewhat almond shaped and yet not oriental. Her hair was deep brown and yet sparkled with highlights of blonde. She was every aspect of sexuality and none.
She turned and swayed her hips so he could see her ass. She dipped so the spreading of her legs pulled the material so tight you could see her thong panties, and then rose up again. He was smiling. A dark hungry smile that made her wetter still. She knew her panties would drip her juices if she squeezed them right now. Without a word or action, she felt this man seducing her, or was it she was seducing herself? She reveled in his gaze and allowed her eyes to close and imagined him touching her as she danced. His strong hands probing under her dress and feeling her wetness. Maybe he would draw his hands back up and taste her there too, lick her from his fingers like candy…
She licked her full lips and spun around to look at him again and he was gone. She glanced around the room and could not find him. Losing all appearances of disinterest, she looked for him frantically in the gyrating crowd. She was surprised by her own brazen want for this man. This man from across the room whom she had never spoken. She wanted him. She wanted to feel him and have him feel her. She spun around again to look for him…she had to find him…had to…
He was there behind her. She spun and found herself in his arms. Like a shadow, he had crept up and stood there waiting for her to find him. She jumped back, shocked to find him standing so close but recovered quickly. She laughed and turned to walk away, feigning disinterest but he laid his hand upon her arm and she froze.
It was like electricity coursed through her at the touch, her entire body suddenly started to tingle. She turned back to him and met his eyes, those dark eyes. She felt small and vulnerable all of a sudden. Like she was no more then a toy or plaything to him. Then he smiled and she felt a rush of excitement like a school girl pulsed through her. Her breath came short and ragged and she began to tremble.
He watched her staring at him. He knew she was unable/unwilling to turn away. She had, after all, called for him. As sure as using a phone, she had called to him, begged him to show her what was waiting in the dark beyond the light. She wanted excitement. No, she needed it. She craved and hungered for something so exquisite it would redefine her life.
He had heard her boredom with people. Heard her boredom with her lovers. He had heard all of this in his first glance. It was a gift he possessed. Not all could do it but Gabriel was a master at it. He could see those needing him…hungering for his touch. She was the gazelle that played to close to the lion…she knew the risk but she needed the chance to feel that alive.
Gabriel put his finger to her lips to silence the questions that were about to spill forth. He would answer what she asked, but not here. Not in this place of false hunters and easy prey. He smiled at her look of concern and she forced a smiled in return. She was scared of him and yet he knew were he to turn and leave, she would follow as sure as the sun would rise in a few hours time. She and he were together for now…like partners in a dance, they had begun something which must be finished. It was this feeling that scared her so. She was not in control anymore and she knew it. Worse for her though, she also knew that she liked it, needed it, and wanted it.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Come with me.” It was not a command nor a request, it was more of a statement of fact that she would come with him. She was trembling. It was neither entirely excitement or fear that made her tremble, it was both at the same time. It was anticipation and hopes for something that would take her beyond what she was used to and at the same time the fear that going beyond, she would never make it back to who she was. She was afraid of losing herself and at the same time, excited at the thought of it as well.
“Let me dance for you,” she said as he leaned close. “Just for a moment. Let me dance just for you.” She felt a need to dance for him, just him. When she danced she felt her soul bare and open, her sexuality oozed forth and spun around her like a cloak. She had never wanted to dance for just a man, never wanted to show that much of herself to someone. Now she needed to. She wanted to show him what made her who she was…needed to show him.
Her eyes sparkled and Gabriel smiled at her, he knew who she was and didn’t need a dance to see it but he also wanted to see what she would show him. He wanted her to dance for just him and show him what she was thinking. To show him how far into her blood he already was, how much she was intoxicated. It was not vanity from him that gave him this want, it was fascination of her, the desire to see how far into her mind she had let him in here on this dance floor. How far into her she wanted him to be. She needed to someone to dance for, even though she had never wanted to before, now she needed to. She wanted to declare who she was now so that she would know how far she had gone when the moon had set and this night was done.
As the music shifted and faded into the next song, he nodded and she began to dance. It was a slow sensuous dance. She slowly moved her body to the throbbing beat and danced so close to him and yet never touched. She seemed like liquid flowing and undulating before him. Her body twisted and flowed from one point to the next and seemed to never be still for a moment. Her movements were exactly in time with the music and she was one with the primal beat, she and the music joined and danced for him. Her dance was sensual and sexual, it was alluring and commanding, it was a seduction and an invitation to seduce. Her soul moved before him and he was aroused by the sight.
He could smell her arousal growing as well. It was almost a taste to the air between them, warm and sweet it hung there before him. She enjoyed dancing for him, she enjoyed showing herself off for him and being watched. He enjoyed the effort almost as much as the show. She leaned in and allowed her breasts to brush against him as she swayed back and forth and Gabriel absently licked at his fully erect canines. Elongated and sharp, they ached to be fulfilled
His hunger was reaching a most delicious state, his animal drives crying out to be satisfied. He smiled without showing his erect canines and let his hunger grow more. He wanted her but not enough yet. He wanted to be starving when he finally gave in. He gazed openly at her breasts and hips. He smiled and licked his lips to show his pleasure and she shuddered at his approval. The need and hunger of both was nearly at a frenzy.
She turned and bent forward so that her ass pressed against him. The curvaceous swells of each cheek stroking across him as she swayed back and forth to the music. She felt him stiffening under the fabric of his slacks and pushed back harder so that she could make out every detail of it. She was excited by the decadence of sizing him up here on the dance floor. She was measuring him with her ass and he was measuring up very well.
Gabriel could feel the heat from her burning through the fabric, feel the passion within her burning through her soul. Her excitement made him hungrier still as she ground against him. Her dress was slightly damp from her flowing juices as she pressed into him and he wanted so much to taste her right then. Her skin was flush with excitement, her heart beating wildly, and her sweet breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. She wanted him enough now. He wanted her enough now. They needed each other enough now.
Sheila stood looking out at the night. The massive window’s heavy brocade drapes were pulled back and the night spilled into the room. The whole place seemed to taste of another time, like a small pocket of a gothic novel suspended here in the middle of a modern city. The air even smelled of another time, not polluted but scented. It smelled like someone had just fucked in here, that was it she decided, it smells like sex. Not the old sex smell that gave one the opinion of an unclean, seedy hotel but, new sex, sex that was happening right now just out of sight. Her mind wandered and she imagined she could almost hear it…
“Wine?” he said, offering her a glass. Honestly it was more of a goblet, ornate and silver. It was heavy and filled with deep red liquid. She smiled and took it and sipped the liquid. It was wine but almost like fire to her throat. It burned its way into her and she was surprised. There was brandy in it to sweeten it and it was warm on her lips. It was good but intoxicating. She decided to sip it slower, her head was already spinning.
She didn’t know why she was here. Actually she did but she didn’t want to admit it. He had not asked her to leave with him, simply taken her hand and led her here. She had followed and not questioned him and that was what made her head swim. She was not like that or, at least, never had been before.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his deep voice resonating within her. She turned and smiled at him and nodded. Gabriel smiled at her, she was so sweet, so ready to be taken. Even if she could not admit it to herself, she was ready, she wanted it. That is why he was here, because she needed him tonight. Maybe also, because he needed her too. There was something about her, something he couldn’t define that called to him and made him ache for her.
“Do you live alone?” she asked, trying to make small talk.
“Yes,” he answered.
Damn, she thought, I was hoping for more than one word, anything, just break the silence.
“Not married?” she said and smiled at him then nudged him with her shoulder.
“No,” he said, smiling back. She was so precious and nervous. “No wife. No dogs. No cats.”
“Then you’re alone?” she asked trying to keep the banter going. There was a long silence and his face turned slightly darker, a pain creeping across it.
“Yes, for a very long time now,” he answered softly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Shit! She thought, now I’ve gone and stuck my foot in it.
“No, don’t be.” His eyes sparkled again and his mood lifted as fast as it had dropped. “Being alone is not something to pity one for. Only being lonely, that is worthy of pity,” he said as he sipped his wine.
“What’s the difference?” she asked, intrigued.
Gabriel smiled at her, “Being alone is one thing, being lonely means you are not even with yourself. Alone gives you time to think and decide what you want. Lonely means you are devoid of anything, even the self. That is sad. Alone is not sad, it simply is,” he answered and drained his glass.
Sheila thought about it and understood what he was saying. But she couldn’t help shake the feeling that he knew this from experience. “Well, good. I’m glad you’re not lonely.” She smiled.
She turned and looked back at the night through the window. “So, in all this introspective alone time, have you decided what you want?” Gabriel chuckled and sighed. Sheila turned and raised an eyebrow in question. “I see you have. So what do you want?” she asked.
Gabriel took the goblet from her hands gently and placed it on a small table by the window and then raised her face to his with one finger. He gently caressed her jaw line and ran his finger across her lips. He smiled at her and Sheila felt her body begin to heat up to the point she thought she would burst into flame. Gabriel was staring so deep into her eyes she felt he must be seeing her entire soul, so piercing was his gaze. She didn’t mind, actually for the first time, she hoped he could, she hoped someone could see all of her.
“Tell me…” she asked again in a small voice, her throat was tightening in excitement and even those words were hard to speak. “What do you want?”
“You.” was all he said. It was all he needed to say. She was his. Sheila melted into his arms and they kissed and tasted the wine on each others lips. Maybe it was just a trick of her mind but the wine seemed to burn her throat more as she tasted it on his lips. It seemed to burn into her very soul as they kissed.
The bedroom was as ornate and gothic as the living room. The huge four post bed dominated the room and the heavy drapes that hung on either end seemed to be tapestries from some movie about some medieval European castle. They were pulled back with heavy silken sashes so that you could see the bed, an opulent goose down mattress piled high with quilts and silk sheets.
Gabriel carried her like a doll and laid her on the edge of the bed. Their kiss had not broken since, their lips touching even as he began to slide her clothing off of her. He pushed the clingy dress over her shoulders and down her body freeing her breasts. Her nipples ached as they hit the air and she shuddered in his grasp. His hands reached down and began to caress first one and then the other until she was moaning and nearly cumming from the touch.
Her hands clawed at his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. She didn’t bother undoing the buttons on his shirt, she grabbed and pulled until they gave way with tiny popping sounds. His muscular chest felt hot to her touch as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders as well and he tossed it away to the corner.
His fingers worked her nipples, pinching them and then stroking them. She moaned as he pulled them hard enough to draw her forward and then released them, allowing her to sit back again. The pain of it adding to her arousal and her hunger for him.
Her finger nails clawed over his bare skin and left angry red marks down his chest. He winced at the pain of the clawing but did not pull away. She marked his chest as hers and claimed his body as her prize. He understood this need, he would mark her soon too.
Their tongues probed each others mouths. Sheila was not surprised when she felt over the fangs and let her tongue run up and down them. She caressed them with the very tip of her tongue and Gabriel moaned in pleasure. The taste of her mouth, her breath was driving him mad, she tasted so sweet. She touched the end of one fang and the sharpness pricked the tip of her tongue. A single droplet of blood dripped into his mouth before he licked her tongue and it was whole again. He savored the taste of her and drank that single drop like it was the finest of wines.
The taste of blood though drove him over the edge. He let out a deep growl from within him, some primal noise of want that sent shivers down her spine. His gentle hands became more forceful as he pulled hard on her dress and slid it off her hips. Finally breaking the kiss, he pulled back and pushed her down on the bed.
They were both breathless from the embrace as he grabbed her dress and pulled it free of her body and toss it away. Laying there in only her soaked panties, Sheila felt vulnerable, helpless. Gabriel smiled and grabbed the lacy material of her thong and pulled hard until there was a wet ripping sound. The elastic gave way first around the waist and then at the crotch as the thong tore away. The sound driving deep into Sheila and adding to her already frenzied state.
He made the growling sound again and she answered with her own sound of want and need. Grabbing at his pants she began to pull and tug as he undid the button and zipper. Finally open she pulled them down along with his boxer shorts until he popped free and hung in front of her face. Greedily she grabbed at him and took him in her mouth. Her tongue working up and down it’s length as she tasted him and drank the taste like wine.
Gabriel watched her sucking for a minute. Her delicate mouth swallowing his 8 inches with ease down to the base. The wonderful sucking sounds as she slurped and licked her way back up until just the head was in her mouth and then the gasp as she prepared to take it all again. He pulled her hair to the side to get a better view and enjoyed the show, enjoyed the feel, enjoyed her.
Pushing her back, he ended the blow job and grabbed her legs. She lay back and allowed him to raise her legs up to his shoulders and then slide his face down between them. Gabriel stopped and smelled her deeply and was lost in her scent for a moment. So intoxicating. He fought the urge to drink now and began to lick her outer lips. She moaned in pleasure and Gabriel allowed his tongue to slide between her slick lips and dip into her. Sheila grabbed his hair and began to grind against his face hard. Her juices were literally dripping from her and Gabriel slurped them down and smacked his lips for more.
Sheila cried out as a small climax took her and her body shook for a moment. She looked down at Gabriel and he was staring at her as he licked her, watching her cum, watching the blood churn through her arteries as her heart beat fast and hard. He wanted her so much, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Standing up he pulled her to one side and lay down on the bed beside her. They kissed and she licked her cum from his lips as their tongues slid into each others mouths again. The tip of her tongue found his fang and pricked itself again, another droplet of blood filled his senses. Gabriel sucked on her tongue and got another droplet for his efforts as his tongue licked over the wound and it healed.
Laying back he pulled her up and onto him. She straddled him and then slid down onto him until he was buried in her. She began to slowly ride him but the passion was too much, she began to ride him hard and fast almost immediately. There was no time for coyness now, she wanted to cum on him. She rode him hard and he reached up and grasped her bouncing breasts and began to suck on them.
Sheila cried out as she felt his teeth pierce into her soft flesh, the twin stabs of pain blurring with the feel of him sliding into her as she was grinding down onto him. Gabriel did not drink from her, he pulled back so that her blood spilled forth and onto her breast. Rubbing it over her with his hands, she was soon slick with a red coating of her own life on her
breasts.
Gabriel leaned up and licked the wound and it closed immediately. Then he began to rub his hands over her blood slippery breasts and lap at them greedily. Sheila watched him sucking on her nipples and lapping her blood from them, his lips stained red from her. She was panting as she rode him, close but not quite there yet.
Gabriel grabbed around under her ass and stuck two fingers into her as she rode him. She screamed from the feeling of being stretched so tight as he scooped her juices onto his hand and then pulled it back and rubbed it onto her breasts as well. He mixed her cum and blood on the breast until it was a slippery mess and then stuck his fingers into her mouth. Sheila sucked the mixture off his fingers and drank her sex and life down. It was so good, she wanted more.
Gabriel licked her breasts clean and drank the last of her cum and blood down. Sheila was screaming out as he finished and he thrust back into her hard and fast. As she began to shake, he grabbed her and held her still and pushed up into her hard and fast. Sheila cried out his name and then collapsed into his arms. Gabriel kissed her and ran his hands over her back to calm her slightly.
When she looked up at him, Sheila knew he was not nearly finished. He smiled at her and rolled over so that he was on top now. Taking her legs over his shoulders, he began to slide into her hard and fast. Sheila grabbed her breasts to keep them from bouncing too hard as he slammed into her again and again.
A fine layer of sweat was covering his face and she reached up and wiped it off and then licked it from her lips. So salty, so musky. Gabriel laughed as she did and redoubled his fucking. He slammed into her harder and faster until Sheila was barely able to breath. His body dripped sweat on her and the hot liquid splashed all over her breasts. She rubbed it across them as he watched and then pulled on her nipples to give him a show. Gabrielle’s breath was ragged and his thrusts were getting uneven. She knew it would not be long until he came.
Reaching up, Sheila ran her nails across his chest as the muscles strained and flexed in effort. Taking one nail, she pressed the side of it against his bare flesh and slowly slide it across the muscle. Gabriel cried out in pain/pleasure as the sharp nail sliced into his flesh just enough for his boiling blood to begin to drip from the scratch. He threw his head back and cried a bestial cry as Sheila moaned and raised her face to his chest.
Sheila lapped at his flowing blood and then lay back down, the crimson fluid streaking her sweat covered face. She cried out and allowed her own fangs to lengthen fully and her hunger to take her. Gabrielle’s blood dripped on her along with the sweat, splashes falling as he thrust into her again and again. Sheila rubbed the hot fluids over herself and covered her breasts with a red stain again and then licked her fingers clean. She didn’t bother licking the wound, she wanted it to bleed and shower her with his life as he got closer and closer to cumming.
Gabriel screamed out and then fell on her, his teeth biting into her neck. As he penetrated her skin and began to noisily drink from her, he erupted into her, his cum filling her and spilling out as he continued to thrust into her furiously. Sheila cried out as she started to cum again too and then buried her teeth into Gabrielle’s neck. The pain/pleasure of the bites driving both of them to an orgasm so intense they could only grasp each other and drink, sucking in life as their bodies shook and trembled.
Finally done, they collapsed into each others arms and kissed and licked the blood from their lips. The embrace was tender, in sharp contrast to the brutality of the climax. They touched gently and kissed lightly. Their hands ran over each other’s bodies in the most gentle, caring ways as they licked each other clean.
Minutes later, when they had both caught their breath, Gabriel stood beside the bed and poured a goblet of wine for himself. He took a deep draught from the glass and held it out to Sheila. She looked up at him over one of the pillows on the bed through half closed eyes and smiled.
“Wine?” he asked.
“No thanks,” she purred, “I’m sorta full right now.” She grinned and Gabriel laughed with her. He placed the goblet down on the night table and crossed to the window and drew the drapes tightly shut, the first streaks of dawn staining the sky red as the sun made threat to appear.
Gabriel returned to the bed and looked down at Sheila, her eyes already closed in slumber and he smiled to himself. Sliding under the covers next to her, he pulled her close and closed his own eyes, content in the knowledge that today, at least, he was not alone. He let out a faint sigh and drifted to sleep, his dark visage at peace.

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Uncle Ash: Part 3

It has been a long time since Ashton established his dominance over Lori and she has come to expect and somewhat enjoy their relationship. Today is a half day at work so the two of them prepare for a day out together.

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