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Secrets chapter 2 part 1

Secrets: Chapter 2 part 1
It was about two weeks after the incident with Kristi when thing went over the edge again, not with Kristi, but it was yet another secret that must be kept, and more guilt for me to bear.
My bowling team had made it to the finals, a first for us. Everyone wanted to be there to cheer us on, so Beth, Kristi, Traci, Bobbi (my wife’s niece), Megan (Traci’s best friend), and Heather (my niece) all joined us at the bowling alley. Of course my sister (Brandi) was there, along with her two younger daughters, Beth’s one sister (Brea), and her youngest daughter (Abbey). We didn’t do very well the first set, lost by fifteen pins, but we didn’t care. Why? Well by that time we were all getting pretty hammered, the adults anyway. My fan club did their job on the next set of ten frames, cheering me on to the best game I had ever rolled, and distracting our opponents. We won by twenty pins. If we could win the third game, we would take home the trophy, or at least didn’t lose by more than four pins. The only problem now was that my entire team was drunk.
I stepped up to roll my first ball and saw twenty pins at the end of the alley. I shook my head and stepped back off to give myself a minute. My dad, the captain of our team, asked me what was wrong, and I told him. His answer to me was: “You only have to knock down ten, so what’s the problem?” We all laughed and I rolled a strike. I guess his advice worked, that time anyway, since it was the last strike I got the entire game. We ended up losing by twenty pins. As we were all getting ready to leave, Bobbi, Megan, Heather, and Abbey asked if they could stay with us for the night, a sleep over.
Beth and I knew what they really wanted, we were the cool relatives, the partiers of the family and they knew we would let them drink at our place.
When we made it home, I help Kristi set up the karaoke machine, while Beth and Traci fixed up some mixed drinks. The evening went on with the girls and Beth singing and dancing, hell, even I showed off some of my moves. About three hours later however the girls were all still going strong, and Beth and I was starting to drag do to our buzz. We sat back on the couch and watched the girls carry on. I have to admit that at first I felt a little bit nervous about being the only man in the apartment, but by the time I was ready to crash I didn’t care. Since it was an apartment there wasn’t a lot of space, and Kristi used that to her advantage a few time by sitting on my lap when there was no other seat to be had. But once Beth took the seat next to me on the couch that ended.
Beth was always a bit cold blooded, it didn’t take much for her to catch a chill, and after all the activity and now setting she became cold. She snuggled up to my side and draped a blanket over top our laps. Of course she pulled it up around her neck. As we sat and watched the girls I could not help but notice how attractive our family was. All of the girls were pretty, each in the own way, and a couple were down right sexy. Bobbi was one of those sexy ones. She was dancing right in front of me as Traci sang some pop tune. She had a sweet little body on her, a tight round ass, full hips, a tiny waist, and a nice pair of firm round breasts, not quite as large as Terri’s but close. If I had to guess I would say a good solid 36C. She was petite like the rest of the women of the family, only standing five foot-three inches, with a thick head of dirty blonde hair. She had a round face, a button nose, big brown eyes, a full lips. The other sexy one was my niece, Heather. Her and Bobbi were built very similar, although Heather’s breasts were a bit smaller when it came to poking out from her body, but more full. I would have to say a firm 32D. She was an inch taller than Bobbi even though she was a year younger, Heather had thick brown hair, big brown eyes, and she too had a round face. When the song ended, Abbey took over the mic, and Traci, Morgan, and Heather joined Bobbi in the center of the floor for a group dance. Morgan was a pretty girl, round face, dark, wavy red hair, with green eyes, and a pair of plump lips. She was a lot like Traci, a little pouchy around the middle, but had a nice round rump. Her breasts were not all that big, but what she had was shape perfectly, and firm as hell. They bounced as she danced, but there was no wiggle. And to watch those four dance was enough to make any man hard, and I was no exception. Of course Beth did not help matters.
You see soon as I had the machine up and running I slipped out of my jeans and sweater into my sleep-pants and a T-shirt. And as I watched the girls dance, Beth had reached down under the blanket, carefully pulled my growing cock out of the front hole and was stroking me slowly. Between her experienced hand-work, and the girls shaking everything they had in front of me, I was rock hard in no time. All I could do was lay my head back and enjoy. It wasn’t long before I felt myself starting to build to orgasm, and wasn’t sure what to do. But at that same time the room started to spin and I closed my eyes, and Beth stopped pumping me. I glance over at her and Beth was pushing up off the couch. She made sure the blanket covered me well, as she had left my throbbing rod out of my pants. She stumbled a little and Traci caught her.
“I have to pee.” Beth stated, wobbly and slurred. “Don’t you go anywhere.” She gave me a knowing, lusty smile and stumbled her way down the hall to the bathroom.
I laid my head back again and noticed Kristi and Abbey shuffling down the hallway behind Beth. Morgan popped another CD in and they all started to dance again. It was obvious that they all were getting tipsy, as I closed my eyes and waited for Beth to return and finish what she had started, knowing full well that we would soon have to take it to our bedroom for the finale.
I don’t know how long I laid there on the couch waiting, as I was drifting in and out, but I was happy to feel Beth’s hand slip under the blanket. She ran her hand up my leg, and over my still hard cock. Rubbing it with her palms before lacing her fingers around the meaty shaft. Slowly she started to stroke up and down once again. I just laid there with my eyes closed, enjoying the wonderful sensation, listening to the music, and trying my damnedest not to moan. It wasn’t long before I felt a second hand start massaging my balls gently, almost fearfully. Shortly after that I felt the blanket lift up from my lap, and the cool air of the room whisper over my engorged head.
“What are you doing?” I asked Beth, freaking out because of the girls being in the room. But when I opened my eyes, Beth was not there at all, just Traci, Morgan, Bobbi, and Heather. Traci was sitting beside me where Beth had been, her finger gripping my shaft. Heather was sitting on the arm of the couch at my other side, watching intently, as was Bobbi as she kneeled at me leg below Heather, and Morgan sat on the floor between my legs, her right hand cupping, squeezing my scrotum, while her left reached under her shirt, playing with her breasts. None of them even flinched from my question, they just kept doing what they were doing.
“Mom went to bed and passed out.” Traci whispered into my ear. Her tongue swirling around the outer edges as she finished her sentence, sending waves of sexual desire throughout my entire body. “She said something about finishing you off, but we didn’t understand it until I noticed your dick bounce under the blanket. When I took a peek I was pleasantly surprise to see it out of your pants and hard as a rock. Then I just couldn’t help myself, it was too pretty of a hard on to waste.”
I glanced at each of their pretty young faces, surprised, confused, and stunned that theses four teenage girls would even think of having sex with me, let alone actually doing it. I was younger than Beth, by six years, but still much older than all of them at thirty. Traci and Morgan where the oldest at seventeen, Bobbi a year younger, and Heather was only fifteen. I was drunk too, and the idea of having sex with the four of them excited me beyond belief, not because of their age, or the taboo of it all, I just had never had sex with four women at the same time. But as drunk as I was I still knew it was wrong, just thinking of it brought on a strong sense of guilt, not just for Beth I’m afraid, but for Kristi too. I felt that even my thoughts were a betrayal of both of them. Beth because I loved her so much, and she was my wife, and Kristi, because I loved her too, and had refused her for some of the same reasons the idea now turned me on so much.
“No… we can’t, I can’t.” I breathed. Traci had a masterful hand, what she was doing to me felt so good it took all I had to put the word “no” together.
“No one will ever know, John.” Traci whispered into my ear again, her warm breath sent chills down my spine. “Not as long as you play along.”
That last statement brought me out of the blissful state I had been in, not far enough to kill my erection, Traci and Morgan’s hand made sure of that, but enough that my mind cleared a little more. “What the hell does that mean?”
“As long as you let us do what we want, none of us will ever say a word to anyone.” Traci cooed, as if that would make it seem like less a threat.
“And if I say no?”
“Well… I don’t think, with you being so drunk, you can really stop us. Even if you tried there would be enough noise to wake mom, and what is she going to think when she walks out here and sees your big hard dick sticking out in front of the four of us? You really think she is going to think we are doing it, or that you are trying to make us fuck you?”
I closed my eyes and ran the scenario through my head, and she was right. My seventeen-year-old step-daughter had me, and there was no way out of this for me. I couldn’t believe it. And all the while she sat there threatening me, Traci kept right on pumping my cock, not missing a beat, never changing her rhythm, and keeping me on the edge of ecstasy. “Fine you win… but just this once.”
“We’ll see…” Traci purred, as her mouth took mine, and her tongue quickly found it’s way inside.

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life as a boy/girl chapter 6 part 1

This is part one of the final chapters of the series I have poured alot of work into. It’s not really long and I guess it’s not all that intresting but hey. Oh yea I would like to say sorry about the last chapter and not saying which chapter it was hehe yea I was in a rush and pressed the wroung button thinking that the system would save my story.

my brothers join in part 5

This is part FIVE of the “my brothers join in” series but there is also a prelude to the stories called “I fucked my dad because my boyfriend cheated” All of these stories can be read from my profile. I would love for the readers to rate and comment on my stories but please rate accordingly. Thank you for reading and enjoy

my brothers join in part 5

This is part FIVE of the “my brothers join in” series but there is also a prelude to the stories called “I fucked my dad because my boyfriend cheated” All of these stories can be read from my profile. I would love for the readers to rate and comment on my stories but please rate accordingly. Thank you for reading and enjoy

Captured girl lawyers for sale–Part 2

It might help to understand this story if you have already read my first effort, Slave Nurses for Sale. If you enjoy these stories, please give me high marks. I’m new at this kind of thing, but I would love for you to leave comments of what you would like to read and how I can improve my writing. I’m just a lonely girl with big natural boobs, who fantasizes about having some of the same experiences of the girls I write about.
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Chapter 8
It took part of a day to move the girls, along with large, camouflaged tents, and camping supplies on to the beach farthest from the sea. The yacht came equipped with motor driven dinghies to accomplish the move, but loading the equipment was the lion share of the task. Along with regular camping supplies, the men had thought ahead to bring a 6500-watt generator, along with another one just like it for backup. Life on the island would not be anything like the movie, Castaway, with Tom Hanks.
One large hut was built to house all three couples, and the girls helped just as much as the men in the building of it. Bamboo was plenteous in different widths and lengths. Palm trees lent their branches for the thatched roof, and the palm tree trunks were cut into piers for the floor construction so that seawater would not need to become a problem for the hut. Queen sized air mattresses served as beds for the captors and their girls. Any need for security had long since become unnecessary, at least as far as the girls themselves were concerned. The girls had become masters in the use of the machete, but the captors were not the least worried that it would become a weapon against them.
Once housing was established on the island, the yacht was anchored in the cove which was supplied by a 40-foot waterfall. Fresh water was not a problem, and the climate lent itself to year-long water sports. Swimming, snorkeling, scuba diving, and fishing occupied a large amount of the group’s time; but plenty of the daily schedule left room for sex—lots of sex. The girls truly felt that they could continue life as they had come to know it forever. However, they could not possible have realized that, just as the nurses had been, they would soon be sold to the highest bidder at a special party.
Chapter 9
Charles had radioed the attendees from the yacht and given all of them the day, and the location where the auction of the girls would take place. The day before the event, the men had a swinging party that lasted all day except for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Michael ate Beth’s pussy while she sucked on his cock, taking his first load of the day as she deep-throated him. She then sucked and licked him into a second erection and climbed on top of him, lowering her soaking pussy onto his large dick until it filled her completely. She then leaned over him so that he could kiss and suck on her big tits while he fucked her into a huge orgasm. Since he had already blown his load once, he kept fucking her, amidst her screams and moans, until she could stand it no longer and climaxed into unconsciousness while Michael filled her pussy with his second load of cum. They then fell asleep until lunchtime.
William awoke with a mouth licking and sucking on his morning hard-on. He reached down and felt Cindy’s large tits, pinching and twisting her nipples until she began to moan around his erect penis.
All of these sounds caused Charles and Patty to rouse out of their slumber. They turned toward Michael and Beth just in time to see the young girl take a creampie in her pussy.
They turned toward little C and William and caught him pushing his stiff cock inside Cindy’s waiting anus.
Charles decided that he would like to spend some time just sucking Patty’s large nipples while she stroked his hair and cradled his head against her breast. The effect this was having on Patty’s cunt was predictable—she was on the verge of squirting—and so she begged him to slide his large dick (the hardened one which was pushing against her thigh) into her twat and bring her some relief. He had wanted to do that very thing, so he removed his mouth from her tits and moved his dick from her thigh to her vagina’s entrance. Then with one stroke he pushed it balls’ deep into her pussy. She climaxed at once, spraying her female fluids everywhere.
“I can’t believe you came so close to getting me off just by sucking my nipples, master!” Patty said when she had gotten her breath back.
“Well, if that’s all it takes, just call me a “tit man” from now on. I always did like to suck on big titties anyway,” said Charles.
“Then come over here and suck mine while William fucks me, master!” said Cindy.
“No way, little C! Master hasn’t had his orgasm yet! I want master to fill my pussy with his cum the same way Beth got hers filled!”
Michael was the first to say it, “Shut the fuck up, you cunts! We’re the ones calling the shots, and you’ll get exactly what we want to give you when we want to give it to you. We’ve been mighty damn easy on you little whores up until now!”
“We’re so sorry masters.” The reply came almost in unison.
“I’ll never, ever again tell you what to do, master” said Cindy, her voice shaking with remorse. “It was so selfish of me to do that after all you’ve done for us, masters!” She then broke down and cried with sobs that racked her whole body.
Patty also began to weep uncontrollably and in between sobs said, “I’m…so…sorry…masters! You…have…been…so…good,…and…we’ve…been…so
terrible…please…forgive…us…masters!”
Now it was William’s turn, “Oh, just shut the fuck up! It wasn’t that big of a fuckin’ deal that you all had to get so fuckin’ torn up about it! Now let’s quit all the cryin’ and start havin’ some good old sex!”
All the girls were able to turn off the waterworks and turn on the sex even hotter than it was before. They all wanted to bring their masters to as many orgasms as possible. They had no idea that their masters planned to auction them off to the highest bidder the very next day.
Chapter 10
When the sun rose after that night of decadence, the hut was still filled with the scent of male and female fluids.
“Let’s all take a quick trip to the cove. We could stand a little shower from the waterfall. Today is going to be a great day for you girls,” said William.
Of course these words generated immediate excitement from the girls. And as they raced up the trail to the cove, their big naked tits bounced and their nipples hardened in anticipation of what the masters had in mind for them. After all, William had said, “today is going to be a great day!”
“Slow down, you little sluts! It wouldn’t hurt you to wait for us to go with you would it?” Michael’s voice rang out.
The girls stopped in their tracks and rushed back to their captors, embracing them as if they had not seen them in years, crushing their generous bosoms against the hardened chest of each man.
“Masters, please forgive us. We are just so happy to be going anywhere with you. We love you so much.”
The trip to the cove was not a lengthy one, and soon captors and captives were all enjoying the fresh water as it fell off the big rocks above. They swam about and enjoyed the touch of their naked bodies as they frolicked in the water.
“Okay, girls, time for breakfast! Let’s swim over to the yacht and eat.” This comment came from Charles as he began the short swim to the yacht and climbed up the ladder which hung from its side. Soon the whole party had assembled and were seated about on deck as Charles prepared the morning meal. Scrambled eggs, fried ham, berries and cream, along with fluted glasses of champagne gave everyone a brand new energy for whatever lay ahead.
The girls were all sent to their captors’ cabins where they dressed in see-through lingerie and slippers which matched the color of the gowns. They spent over an hour making sure their hair and makeup was perfect, then they all assembled above deck with their captors.
Chapter 11
In the time the girls had been below deck, getting themselves ready for the “great day,” Several helicopters had flown in and landed on the shore. The prospective buyers had each paid $100,000 advance in cash for the privilege of bidding on the three girls who were up for sale.
The breakfast that each girl had eagerly consumed was drugged with a very special potion which brought about a zombie-like mentality—one that would begin in about an hour and would last for several hours. By the time the girls had made their way above deck, the drug had taken effect on each of them.
Patricia was first to be auctioned. After Michael had given a brief description of her to the bidders, he informed them that bidding would have to start at $1 million in cash, and that all sales were final. The bidders were all allowed to fondle each girl in any way they chose, but only if they were active in the bidding process. Consequently, the bidding started quickly and in a very short time, the final bid of $6.5 million was made. Once Michael had received the purchase price, Patricia was then escorted to the bidder’s helicopter which departed the island to an unknown destination,
The next girl to be auctioned was Cindy. Charles let all the bidders know Cindy’s particulars and then asked for an opening bid again of $1 million in cash. The bidders seemed to be entranced by Cindy’s blonde hair and blue eyes. Bidding quickly escalated to $5.5 million, and began to slow down with intermittent bids of a few thousand more. After several minutes, one of the bidders decided to bring a quick end to the process.
“I will bid $8 million for this angel,” said the bidder.
“Sold!” said Charles.
After the cash exchanged hands, Cindy was taken to another helicopter which departed the island.
Elizabeth was the last of the girls to go. She was to be the premium purchase. The bidders were overwhelmed with her flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes. The fact that she was also the youngest of the three was not lost on them either.
William did not need to state anything concerning an opening bid. The person who seemed to be the wealthiest of the group quickly said, “I will bid $20 million for this treasure.” None of the other bidders spoke a word.
“Sold!” said William, and the purchase price for the young girl was immediately offered to her captor. Elizabeth then was walked to the waiting helicopter which lifted off the beach, carrying the young girl to a new life with a new master. As the other disappointed bidders flew away from the island, the captors sat on the deck of their yacht.
“This time was different from the nurses,” said Michael.
“I think we all became too emotionally attached to the girls,” said Charles.
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” said William. “We just made over $30 million dollars, and those girls will adapt to whatever luxury accommodations they have to face in their new lives. I think we need to start planning a new caper—maybe this time a group of high school graduates; and who says we have to stop with three of them?

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Aja’s Delight

Starts of slow a bit, from what I think. Just be patient, it just takes some time and it is a bit long. Thanks for reading it.

The Order Part 1 — My Penance

My name is Mary. I was named after Mary Magdalene by my dear, devout, and utterly clueless mother. Or maybe it was the Virgin Mary. Whatever. Either way, you just can’t get any more Catholic than that. I don’t know how she thought I was going to turn out, but if she thought I was going to be a sweet virginal Catholic schoolgirl, she really should have kept me away from catholic schools and the local parish priest. He seduced me in the confessional when I was 11 years old, because I made the mistake of telling him about showing my pussy to a boy at school. He asked me for a lot of detail. He was also the guy who taught me all about playing with my pussy, right there in the confessional, and knowing what I know now, I’ll bet he was jerking off the whole time. You’d be amazed how horny a priest can get when you’re honest in the confessional. Later that morning, in the rectory, all the time he was slamming his fat cock into my formerly virgin pussy, he kept telling me all about how he had to drive Satan from my body and fill me with the spirit of God.
He was the first in a fairly long string of men of the cloth who wanted to take their turn with me, or multiple turns. I guess they realized that a trailer trash girl like me wasn’t likely to tell on them, and even if I did, they knew I wouldn’t be believed. Once that realization sank in, they figured it was open season. As for Father O’Leary, after he fucked me that once, he settled down to having me suck his cock a couple of times a week, in this dirty little basement room he’d take me to.
Well, by the time I was 13 or so, I was a sexual omnivore. That’s the word one guy used. I sucked and fucked every boy I knew, and many I didn’t know. Older men, too, including a few of my teachers, the local sheriff’s deputy, and all the members of a motorcycle gang that rode through town one day and picked me up hitchhiking. Then I figured I shouldn’t rule out over half of the human race, and branched out into girls. I was absolutely insatiable — I simply could not get enough fucking. I must have swallowed oceans of come, and had buckets of it squirted into my pussy and my ass. I really developed a taste for it. God only knows how I avoided getting pregnant, or contracting some dread disease. Just lucky, I guess.
Anyway, at 15, I ran away from home, away from my fanatical mom, and found a guy to make a fake driver’s license for me. Mom said I was a whore of Babylon when I left, and I guess the shoe fit. I lived in a string of sleazy dives, just drinking and doing drugs and fucking my brains out. When I needed money, I worked in strip joints dancing and doing lap dances, or turned tricks. As long as there are men around, it’s easy for a girl to make money, and most of them don’t spend a lot of time worrying about how old she is, trust me.
But when I turned 18, something snapped inside me. By that time, I knew that if I kept going the way I was, I would die. Simple as that. I had hit rock-bottom and needed to change my life. Being an impulsive sort of person, I decided to change it in a big way, ironically, in the bosom of the church that had started me down the path of destruction. And that’s what I’m going to tell you about.
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I walk slowly up to the small door in the middle of a long masonry wall, carrying a small tote bag. The sign on the wall says “Saint Bernardin Convent”. I hesitate for a long moment, knowing that I’m making a life-changing decision. Finally, I knock on the door. After a few moments, a woman in a full-length white robe answers. She’s in her late thirties or early forties, a nun, I guess. “May I help you, child?” she asks in a kindly tone of voice.
I hesitate again, unsure what words to use. “I…I wish to join the convent. I want to dedicate my life to service. To serve God.”
She looked at me for a long moment, taking in my short blonde hair, my halter top, my faded, torn jeans. “It is a big decision. Are you sure you want to do this? Have you thought it through? Because, you know, once you commit to this life, it’s very difficult to turn back.”
“Yes…I have. I’m sure this is my calling.”
“What’s your name, child?” asks the woman, looking me up and down again.
“Mary,” I reply.
“How very appropriate,” she says, with a wry smile. “Very well, you may enter. You can call me Sister Monique. I will show you to your quarters.”
She turns and leads me down a long corridor, then down a flight of stairs, and through several turns, through an iron gate which she unlocks and then locks behind us, then down another flight. I follow obediently, and as we descend, I notice that the walls are now made of stone, lit with candles. I sense that I’m entering an almost medieval cloister, untouched by the modern world for centuries. “Here”, she says simply, stopping in front of a heavy door and opening it.
I look into the simple room, containing only a rudimentary bed, chair and table, then glance at the door, which has a small opening in it at eye level. “We have no need of creature comforts here,” says Sister Monique, as if reading my thoughts, “and no need for privacy. I will have suitable clothing brought to you, and then you may bathe and sleep. There are shower facilities a little way down the hallway, on the left. You will be awakened when it is time to begin your duties.” She turns and departs.
Later, after I’ve taken a long, hot shower, I lie on the bed in the darkness, clad only in the sleep shirt I brought with me. I stare at the bare, stone ceiling, and my thoughts drift, as they always have before, to sex. I will never experience it again, I think to myself. I will never feel a man’s stiff penis thrusting powerfully into my vagina, my mouth, my ass. I will never feel a man’s tongue caressing my most secret places, feel the hot flood of a man’s cum, bathing me, soothing me. My life will change now.
As I contemplate the choice I’ve made, I find myself growing wet between my legs. The needs of my body are insistent, despite my efforts to fight them. I pray fervently for strength, but I know I have none. Just one more time, I think to myself. One more time, and then I’ll be done with it. My hand drifts downward, pulling the hem of my shirt upward, exposing my naked sex. Gently, I touch myself, my fingers caressing lightly, rubbing my labia, slowly parting the folds of my pussy. No one will see, I tell myself, glancing at the opening in the door, but seeing and hearing nothing in the corridor outside.
I bring my hand up to my mouth, and lick and suck on my fingers. Moving my hand downward again, I slide my fingers into my wet folds, stifling a soft moan. The pleasure is intense, magnified by the thought that it is the last time. Slowly, patiently, not wanting to rush it, I allow my arousal to build. My wet fingers ease inside my vagina, moving slowly in and out, fucking myself with them. Then I lift them once more to my mouth, tasting my essence there. I gather my saliva and spit it on my fingers, quickly moving them between my legs again. My saliva bathes my yearning clit as I caress it, my fingers slippery. My hips rise and fall as I imagine myself being penetrated by my lover, feel the slow thrusting of his cock in and out of me.
I masturbate this way for a long while, holding my climax at bay, savoring it. At last, I plunge my fingers deep inside me, and my hips thrust upward. I slide my fingers out and rub my clit harder, feeling my body arching upward and convulsing in an exquisite orgasm. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, my body trembling from the force of my climax, my breath coming in short gasps.
Finally, it’s over, and I collapse back on the bed, shuddering in the sweet aftermath. I glance at the door, and my breath catches in my throat. Someone was there! Just a fleeting glimpse, and then it was gone. Did I imagine it? I lie in the dark, listening, trying to collect my thoughts. After a few moments, I get up and move silently to the door, opening it a little way, looking up and down the dim corridor. But there is no one there.
I go back to bed. Minutes pass, and soon I drift off to sleep, my dreams haunted by visions of strange medieval rituals, of hooded men whose faces I cannot see.
I am awakened a little later by a knock at the door. Rising to open it, I see an attractive young dark-haired girl in the same kind of simple white hooded robe Sister Monique wore, standing in the corridor. She can’t be more than 15 years old. She’s holding a bowl of water, a towel, and a small shoulder bag. She smiles at me ingratiatingly, and tells me she is here to shave me. “It’s a ritual of our order,” she says. “It symbolizes our purity of spirit.”
I can’t conceal my shocked look. “You mean…you want to shave my pussy?” I ask, incredulous.
She looks at me in surprise upon hearing that word, but maintains her composure. “Yes. Please don’t be afraid, I have done it many times. I will be very careful.”
Reluctantly, I submit, raising my sleep shirt to my waist and lying back on the bed with my legs parted. Moving between them, she sets the bowl of water in front of her, and removes a strait razor and shaving cream from the bag. I gaze down at her, and think I catch a fleeting smile as she admires my pussy. She quickly composes herself and begins her work, first bathing me with a washcloth, then applying the shaving cream, then carefully removing the sparse blonde curls. She is very gentle, very methodical, moving the folds of my cleft to make sure that she shaves every little nook and cranny. The experience is tremendously sensual, and I feel my labia parting, my vagina bathed in warm wetness. I know she can see how turned on I am, and I find myself wishing that she would lick me there, or rub my clit until I come. Get a grip, I say to myself. She’s a fucking nun.
Too soon, she is finished, bathing me carefully again with the wet towel. She smiles at me, and welcomes me to what she calls “The Order”. She tells me her name is Sister Rachel, but just Rachel will do when we’re alone. Gathering up her things, she bids me goodbye and walks to the door. Suddenly, a thought crosses her, and she pauses. “Don’t worry, Mary….everything will be all right,” she whispers quietly. “You’re safe. Just go with the flow and submit.” With that, she smiles and slips out the door, closing it behind her. I return to my bed and lie there, alone with my thoughts and wondering just what in the world she meant by that. Eventually, I drift off to sleep.
I am awakened in the darkness by Sister Monique. She touches my shoulder, and I slowly remember where I am. She is looking down at me sternly. “You must come with me, Sister Mary,” she says. “Put on your robe.”
I can’t read her face. Something in her voice frightens me. It lacks the kindness and compassion it had when I met her. Obediently, I get up and put on the white hooded robe that has been left for me, with nothing underneath. She gives me a capsule and a little cup of water. “Take this first,” she says. I start to question her, but think better of it, swallow the capsule, and then follow her out the door. She leads me through the catacombs, and I quickly lose any sense of direction in the twisting corridors. Eventually, we enter through a doorway, and I find myself in a large room, dimly lit by torches along the walls, with a cross at one end, behind an altar. There are men standing there in a semicircle, clad in brown, hooded robes, like monks. Their faces are hidden in the shadows of their hoods, just as it was in my dream. Sister Monique instructs me to stand on a large raised platform in the middle of the room, facing the men. My mind races. Who are they? What do they want from me?
The man in the center of the semicircle, who is wearing a red robe to distinguish him from the others, lifts his arm and points to me, speaking in a low voice that echoes in the cavernous room.
“You have had heretical thoughts,” he says. “You must be cleansed of these thoughts before you can join us.”
They saw me! My mind races, constructing defenses for my actions. “No, I….”
“Be silent!” he commands me. I fall silent, trembling in fear. His voice becomes calm. “You will be punished, and the demons will be driven from your body. This is your penance. You will be cleansed of evil. Then and only then will you become a full member of The Order.”
He claps his hands once, and one of the men from the semicircle moves to me, motioning for me to follow. Sister Monique follows behind me as I am led to another, smaller room. There is an iron ring in the low ceiling, and more of them on the walls. “We must remove your robe,” she says. I meekly submit to her as she helps me lift my habit over my head, leaving me naked. I’m embarrassed to expose myself this way to the man, and I sense him staring at me. I am particularly aware of my bare pussy. I wonder if he is like the other priests I have known in my life.
Sister Monique reaches into a nearby box, and produces a length of thick rope. “Hold out your hands,” she says. Questioningly, I hold my hands out to her, and she quickly ties the rope tightly around my wrists, binding them together. The man in the hood moves to her side, takes the other end of the rope, reaches up and slips it through the ring in the ceiling. Then he pulls the rope through, and walks to the side of the room. He pulls slowly on the rope, raising my arms over my head and suspending me a few inches off the floor. I gasp as I twist slowly around, my full breasts pulled taut against my chest. My skin is very fair, almost white, gleaming in the dim light. The hooded man ties the end of the rope to something on the wall, one of those things like they have on docks to tie boats up to.
Sister Monique walks back to the box that contained the rope, and reaches in. My body slowly turns away from her, and when I can again see her, she has what appears to be a cat-o-nine-tails in her hand, with long, black tendrils. I stare wide-eyed as she approaches me, my mind racing. My God, I think to myself, she’s going to whip me!
I twist helplessly as she raises her hand, and suddenly brings the “cat” down across my breasts. The tips of it sting as they strike my soft, naked flesh, and I yelp with sudden pain. She ignores me, calmly raising her hand and striking me again and again with the stinging tendrils. The cords flay my back, my ass, my breasts…sometimes even my bare, exposed labia. The pain is intense, and I fear that the cat is leaving welts all over my body. I whimper and cry and scream with each blow, and yet, through the pain, I feel myself becoming strangely aroused. My nipples are taut and erect, my clit is throbbing, and I am wet between my legs. Incredibly, I feel as though I might come if she keeps this up. I pray fervently for the torture to end, and for my body not to betray me yet again, the way it always has in the past.
After I’ve hovered on the brink of orgasm for what seems like forever, twisting slowly in a circle as she flogs me, it is over at last. The man in the cowl unties the rope from the wall and lowers me to the floor. Meanwhile, Sister Monique unties my wrists. I know from her manner and her actions that my ordeal is far from over. “Come with me back to The Temple,” she says.
She leads me back into the large room, still naked, to the raised platform in the center of it. The hooded man resumes his position in the semicircle of men, who are now seated in plush chairs. Sister Monique presses me down to my hands and knees, and I find that the floor is padded with soft mats, like those in gymnasiums. There is a low pedestal in front of me, also padded. Sister Monique calmly moves in front of me, lifts her robe over her head, and stands before me naked. She is much older than I am, perhaps 40 years old, and yet, her body is firm and well-proportioned, with large, full breasts and incongruously tiny, erect nipples. She sits on the cushioned pedestal right in front of me, her legs parted widely. Her pussy is clean shaven like mine, and I wonder if Rachel has attended to her. Her labia protrude a little as she sits on the cushioned pedestal. Even though I’m shocked and frightened by this turn of events, I’ve licked a lot of pussies in my life and I don’t need any instruction on what is clearly expected of me. I’m pretty sure by now that this is no ordinary convent.
Go with the flow, Rachel had said. I lean forward and extend my tongue, touching her at the entrance to her vagina. My tongue-tip slips between the folds of her labia, and I realize that she is wet. Very wet. I taste her as my tongue slithers into her a little…then glides upward the length of her cleft, glancing off her hidden clit. She reaches down with her hand, and her fingers press just above it, retracting the little fleshy hood that covers it. I lap at her with short strokes of my tongue. Her breath catches in her throat, and I know I am pleasing her. My tongue flutters against her clit, moving rapidly from side to side, nudging it this way and that. Then I take it between my lips and suckle it, before assaulting it once again with my tongue. She squirms against me, welcoming my oral assault.
As I make love to Sister Monique’s pussy, patiently kissing and licking it, I suddenly feel a presence behind me. I can’t turn to see who it is, but I sense, somehow, that it is Rachel. Her small hands are on the exposed cheeks of my ass, spreading them gently, and I feel her pressing her face between them. Her tongue slips forward and makes contact with my labia, sending a shock wave of pleasure crashing through my body. Eagerly, she begins to lap at my sex, her tongue gliding up and down my cleft, nudging my labia apart. She licks me in long strokes, from my clit to the tight rosebud of my anus, and I shudder with ecstasy as I renew my kissing and licking of Sister Monique’s pussy. She raises her legs, inviting me to thrust my tongue inside her vagina. I stab my tongue deep inside her, my nose mashed against her clit, and she moans softly.
Rachel’s knowing tongue is driving me insane with pleasure, driving me quickly toward my own orgasm. My arousal builds and builds as her lips and tongue make exquisite love to my pussy, and I sense that Sister Monique, too, is nearing her climax. Suddenly, she reaches out and grabs my head, forcing it against her sex, and writhes her hips as she gasps out her come. Tasting the flow from her pussy takes me over the edge as well, and I try to scream, but my voice is muffled by her steamy, dripping-wet sex.
I tremble in the aftermath of my tremendous climax as Sister Monique slowly rises from the pedestal. Without a word, she moves aside. The monks (if that’s what they are) are still sitting in their semi-circle, watching me, but I see now that they have opened their robes, and they are slowly stroking their erect cocks. They, too, are clean-shaven, and I wonder if that is also among Rachel’s duties. My mind has been unable to comprehend any of these events – these aren’t like any nuns or priests I’ve ever known or heard of. But I am helpless to do anything about it now, and I resign myself to whatever sordid plans these people have in store for me.
My reverie is shattered by the sudden appearance of six young girls, younger than me, clad in the now-familiar white hooded robes. They slowly, silently surround me, with Rachel in front of me, standing where Sister Monique had been. She is carrying an antique lamp, like the magic one in the story about Aladdin, which she sets down on the pedestal. As if by a pre-arranged signal, all of them remove their robes, letting them fall to the floor with a soft rustle of fabric. Rachel smiles at me and picks up the lamp. Her body is breathtaking, slim and nubile, with silky black hair and dark, flashing eyes. Leaning forward, she extends her hand, and pours a stream of warm, fragrant oil from the lamp onto my bare back. When the lamp is empty, she sets it down, and the girls all reach out, putting their hands on me. Slowly, they spread the slippery, scented oil all over my body. I expect it to sting, because of my previous whipping, but it doesn’t. It feels soothing and good. Their hands are everywhere…first on my back, my shoulders, then reaching around and caressing and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. Hands glide over the full, round moons of my ass, slipping into the crevice between them. Fingers slide over my anus, between my labia. I begin to writhe with pleasure as they caress me. Their hands are everywhere at once. In the midst of my pleasure, I look up, and I’m gazing at the naked hairless pussy of Rachel. God, she is gorgeous! I lean forward and lap eagerly at her pussy, my tongue teasing her glistening labia, dancing wildly against her clit as she sighs happily.
Now I feel slippery fingers being inserted into my pussy…and into my ass. The girls are slowly penetrating me, their fingers moving in and out, as one of them clasps the cheeks of my ass with her hands, parting them. I moan into Rachel’s delectable teenage cunt as they fuck me with their fingers, driving me closer to yet another orgasm. She squirms against me, holding my head, guiding it, and I hear her soft voice, in a breathless whisper. “You’re here both to serve and to be served, Sister Mary….let yourself go.”
I suck her clit between my lips as she writhes against my mouth, and I feel my body suddenly explode in an orgasmic frenzy. Rachel cries out in ecstasy as she, too, reaches her climax. And still the hands caress me, thrust into me, rub my frantic clit, driving me from one orgasm to the next, almost without pause. I wonder how much more pleasure my body is capable of. I soon find out.
Rachel rises from her pedestal, and walks slowly around my body. In her hands are what appear to be two long scepters made of clear, smooth glass. One of them is tapered at the smooth, rounded tip, widening gradually to perhaps an inch in diameter before tapering back to a slimmer section. She holds it by a round glass orb at the other end. The second one is shaped just like a cock. A big cock, perhaps 10 inches long, and thick. It also has a round orb at the other end to grip it with. She moves out of my view, but soon I feel the tip of the penis-like scepter, sliding along the length of my pussy, parting my lips. I feel it begin to enter me, stretching me. Whoever is holding it pushes it slowly inside my vagina, inch by inch, until the flared head rests against my cervix. Slowly, she begins to push it in and out, withdrawing it all the way each time, before sliding it past my lips and deep inside me again. And then I feel the narrow tip of the other scepter, pressing against my tightly puckered asshole. One of the girls still has her hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as whoever is holding the scepter slowly penetrates the tight ring of muscle, slippery from the oil and stretched by the girls’ fingers. I gasp as it stretches me, wider and wider, until I’m sure I can’t stand it any further inside me. Desperately, I suck air quickly into my lungs, and as I do, I feel the thick midsection of the scepter pop inside me. The pain is intense at first, but it recedes quickly as my body adjusts to the obscene double penetration.
After a moment, the girls begin to fuck me slowly with the two scepters, forcing them slowly in and out of my pussy and ass. The “monks” watch eagerly, stroking their rock-hard cocks. I wonder if they will all fuck me too, and I find myself hoping they will.
The two girls holding the scepters continue to fuck me, their pace slowly accelerating, twisting them with their hands, while the others continue to caress and fondle me. One of them rubs my clit with her oily fingers, driving me from one furious orgasm to the next. I lose count of the number of times I come, sobbing and moaning as they wring pleasure from my body.
At last they stop, and I tremble from exhaustion and the power of my multiple climaxes. Gently, they ease the two scepters from my body. Another act of the bizarre ritual is about to begin.
The “monks” stand as one, and walk single file down from the altar, all but the leader, the man in the red robe, who remains in his seat. I think of him as the High Priest. The girls lift me and turn me over onto my back, placing me on top of the pedestal, which is big enough for me to lie on. My ass is resting on the edge of it, and my legs are raised and parted by the girls’ hands until I’m nearly bent double, my knees back, my pussy completely exposed to him. The first of the monks approaches, stroking his cock as the girls remove his robe, leaving the cowl over his head. I still cannot see his face. Without a word, he moves between my legs and guides his engorged cock into my dripping-wet pussy. It stretches easily to accommodate him, and he buries it inside me to the hilt in one hard thrust as the girls hold me. I moan out loud, thrilled to have a big, thick cock inside me again. He doesn’t speak, but begins to saw his cock in and out of me with long, hard strokes, withdrawing each time until the flared head rests barely between my labia. Rachel stands beside me, reaching out to caress my clit with her fingers as he fucks me, smiling down at me like the angel she is as I come again and yet again. It’s as if that switch has been turned on in my body again, turning me into an insatiable sexual machine. I hear my own disembodied voice, as if from a great distance, and it’s crying out, begging them to fuck me more, to fuck me harder, to never stop fucking me.
The other girls are now on their knees, slowly sucking on the cocks of the other monks, like fluff girls on a porn movie set. The man in red watches and waits, but now I notice through the fog of my arousal that Sister Monique is on her knees before him, her lips gliding up and down the shaft of his massive cock as she engulfs it in her mouth. It is huge, bigger than any of the others, and as thick as my arm, but she somehow takes it deep into her throat each time.
Soon, I hear the monk whose cock is inside me groan aloud, and I feel the hot, thick spurts of come as he empties the contents of his sperm-filled balls in my pussy. When he’s done, he withdraws his dripping penis, and his place is immediately taken by the second monk in line, who thrusts his cock into my sopping, come-drenched cunt. I watch as the first monk resumes his place at the back of the line, his limp, spermy cock awaiting the mouth of one of the girls to revive it.
One after another they fuck me and empty their pent-up come in me. The sounds and smells of sex permeate the room. I notice, bizarrely, that they seem to be arranged in order of penis size, each one longer and thicker than the last. All of them are plenty big, and I wonder fleetingly if these men are screened for entry into The Order. Or maybe they’re the product of some kind of selective breeding program. Soon their commingled semen is flowing out of me like a river down over my ass and forming a thick white puddle on the pedestal. My body convulses again and again. I can’t seem to stop coming.
Finally, the last monk in line has spewed his come into my drenched, oozing vagina. The girls are still sucking on them, making them hard again. The first monk now lies down on his back on the pedestal, his cock throbbingly erect as it rests against his stomach. Rachel pulls me upward, and motions me toward him wordlessly. Nodding, I crawl slowly to him, straddle him. Rachel guides his stiff cock to my drooling pussy and I slowly impale myself on him, burying him deep inside my sloppy cunt. Quickly, the second monk climbs up behind me, and pushes me forward, and Rachel dutifully position his big cock at the entrance to my asshole, slippery from all the come that has oozed across it, and stretched by the glass scepter. He presses forward and slides easily inside me, fucking his cock all the way into my ass with one hard thrust. I gasp at the double penetration, not quite believing how easily my body accommodates both of the huge cocks. Slowly, they begin to fuck in and out, sometimes alternating with each other, sometimes thrusting into me both at the same time, making me groan with pleasure. The third monk now appears before me, his cock rigidly erect, and Rachel guides it to my lips. It’s as if she’s giving me the gift of three big cocks. I suck it willingly, hungrily. At last I am doing what I was made for: I am filled with cock. I surrender to my true nature and concentrate on bringing these three faceless men to orgasm, wanting to feel their sperm as it erupts and spews into my body.
Soon, the cock in my ass swells ominously and begins spitting hot spurts of come into me, making me even more slippery than before. When he’s spent, he pulls out and is replaced by another of the monks. He thrusts into my sperm-flooded ass easily. Then the cock in my mouth flourishes and floods my mouth with warm, thick pulses o f sperm. I gulp it down as best I can, but some of it escapes and oozes down my chin. He pulls out, drooling ropes of semen, and another monk takes his place, shoving his cock into my welcoming mouth and fucking it slowly as he holds my head. Each time, Rachel assists them, even fondling their heavy balls from behind as I suck them. I dimly hear her girlish voice telling them to fuck me more.
On and on the orgy goes. I think they’ll never stop fucking me, never stop pumping their hot, thick sperm into my holes. My mind is filled with the vision of how thoroughly slutty I look with so many cocks stuck in me, and the obscene thought makes me come yet again.
At long last, they are done. I gasp from exhaustion, sperm oozing from every orifice as I try to regain my breath. And then there’s a female voice at my ear, soft and soothing. Rachel again. “Mary…there is just one more thing you must do.” She pulls me up onto my unsteady legs, and leads me to the altar, where the high priest in red awaits me. He is a well-built middle-aged man with sandy hair. I stand before him with rivulets of thick, white come oozing down my legs. His cock is gargantuan, inhuman. How did Sister Monique ever get it down her throat?
“Sister Mary,” he intones solemnly. “This is your final act of contrition and submission. The end of your penance. For you, there is no God but me. When you fuck me, you fuck God. When I empty my sperm inside your body, it is God’s sperm filling you. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I reply, as if I’m hypnotized. I am past caring now, with no will of my own, other than to be fucked some more. I want that huge, monster cock inside me. I approach him, and turn away, slowly sitting down on his cock, resting my hands on his knees. Rachel grasps it with her slim fingers, which don’t even reach all the way around it, and guides it to my pussy. Slowly it impales me, stretching me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. No wonder he’s the alpha male of this place, I think to myself, as I take him deep in my well-fucked pussy, overflowing with the sperm of twelve men. Slowly, I ride his colossal cock, gradually accelerating the pace of our fucking. I have no thoughts but of his cock. My entire consciousness is centered on it. After a long while, he pushes me upward with his hand, and Rachel guides his monstrous dick to my asshole. Slowly, I lower myself on him again, as her hand grips the fat shaft, and forces it slowly into me. It’s even thicker than the thickest part of the glass scepter, and yet…somehow there’s no pain. Soon he is buried deep inside my ass, and I’m moving slowly on him, rising and falling, impaling myself on the huge phallus. I lean back against him and he wraps his arms around my waist, moving me up and down easily on his deeply embedded cock, as if I were one of those plastic dolls you can buy in sex shops.
Sister Monique approaches me and kneels, parting my legs still wider with her hands, and begins lapping at my sopping cunt with her tongue, licking the sperm of all of the monks, her long tongue skewering deep inside my flowing cunt…then slithering up to tease my clit. Expertly, she sucks and licks me, driving me yet again into orgasm, repaying me for the climax I gave her earlier. Too soon, I hear the High Priest groan and feel his come erupting into my bowels, his cock pulsing again and again, spewing out an impossibly huge quantity of semen. One more shattering orgasm is wrung from my tortured, exhausted body as the Sister Monique fastens her mouth on my clit and sucks and licks it hard…and then everything fades to black as I pass out.
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I awaken in the bed in my room. As I slowly regain my awareness, I realize that I’m naked, and that someone is in bed with me, spooning against me from behind, her arms around me. Her hand cups my breast, capturing my nipple between her fingers. It is Rachel.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepyhead,” she murmurs, kissing my ear and snuggling against me. “I thought you’d never wake up.”
Slowly, it all comes flooding back. “Oh, my God…I must have fainted,” I say sleepily, stretching and enjoying the touch of her hand on my breast.
“It’s not surprising, after what they…what we…. put you through,” she says. “We…the other girls and I….bathed you and put you to bed afterwards. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I think so. I little bit sore, I think.” I look down at my naked body, but can see no marks from my whipping. It’s as if it never happened.
Rachel nods. “It gets…easier. It can be very nice here, if you relax and don’t fight it.”
I suddenly realize that I have a million questions for her. “Rachel…what is The Order?”
She pauses, thinking. “I guess you’d call it a cult, Mary. A sexual cult.”
“How many people belong to it?” I ask.
“Oh, hundreds, maybe thousands. There are chapters all over the world. You only saw a few of them, mostly the elders of this chapter. But there are many more. You’ll see. Sometimes they take us on trips to other chapters.”
I turn abruptly to face her. “What will I have to do?”
“Ummmmm….well….you’ll have to service them. Anyone who wants you to. In lots of different ways. But there are rules. The members are carefully screened. They’re clean and disease-free. And they’re absolutely forbidden to hurt us. If they break the rules, they’re history. And it’s not like you have to do it full-time — we have a lot of time to ourselves. We can even go shopping, to the beach, things like that.” She smiles at me, and her fingers toy playfully with my erect nipple.
“Rachel…how long have you been here?” I ask.
“Oh, I was born and raised here. My parents were already members when they had me. My father is one of those who fucked you.”
She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice low and soft. “You can’t escape, you know. Don’t even think about it. They won’t let you get away. Not until they decide they’re finished with you.”
“When will that be?” I ask. How fitting, I think to myself. My penance for almost fucking myself to death is to be held captive and be one of the designated fuck toys of a thousand men.
Rachel shrugs. “A month…a year….ten years. You may be here a very long time. You’re very talented, you know.” Then she smiles again. “But don’t worry. We’ll have lots of fun together, you and I.”
“But if they let you go outside, don’t any of the girls run away?”
“They can track us, Mary. They implant some kind of device in us that lets them do that. You already have yours. It was implanted last night. But listen, Mary, you mustn’t worry. It’s like I told you. Just submit, and you’ll love being here.” Rachel pauses for a moment, then smiles. “I’ll love you being here.”
I lean forward and softly kiss her full lips, thinking about last night’s events, and the role Rachel played, heightening my pleasure. After a long pause, I answer her. “You know, Rachel…I think maybe I was made for this.”
She giggles and throws her arms around me, her youthful breasts pressing against mine. “I was so hoping you’d say that! Don’t worry, I’ll help you learn the ropes. There’s a dining room for us that will be open in a few hours. The food is wonderful. Later, this evening, there will be a brief ceremony inducting you into The Order, and then a kind of a private show for the members, in the theater. I’m told they’ve recruited a new member, with a wife and daughters.”
“Theater?”
“Yeah. I should have explained. We have lots of different rooms and facilities. They never stop thinking of creative ways to entertain themselves. You’ll see.”
I smile and kiss her again, exploring her nipple with my finger, happy to have made such a delightful friend. My arousal is reawakening. “Thank you, Rachel.”
“I know a better way you can thank me,” she says with a saucy grin. She turns herself around so that she’s facing my pussy, and I hers. Her arms slide around my ass, and she presses her face between my legs, her tongue-tip slipping between the folds of my cleft. I respond in kind, tasting for the first time her delectable young pussy. She smells heavenly, fresh and clean and perfumed. Slowly, unhurriedly, we lick and suck each other, taking our time, comfortable in each other’s arms, smooth skin sliding against smooth skin. She reaches around me from behind as she sucks on my clit, and gently presses her fingertip against my anus, easing it inside. I do the same, my moistened finger finding the tight little rosebud of her teenage ass and slipping in. We slowly, lovingly build to a shuddering mutual climax, clinging to each other as we come. And then, intertwined like that, our fingers in each other’s assholes, we kiss each other’s clits softly, and both drift off to sleep, newfound friends.

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Jones Family Orgy

This story contains Bi sexuality (FF and MM)
With the family Jones, sexuality was always considered a normal and natural thing. When Tim had been a little boy, his parents had caught him watching them naked on the couch, masturbating each other. They had calmly invited him to sit between them and they had explained what was happening in the porn movie that was playing on the big screen TV. And then they demonstrated the male and female orgasm live, so he would learn there is nothing to be ashamed of. And of course Tim’s brother Rick and sister Anna had been quick to learn the ways to have pleasure with your own body and that of others.
But still this knowledge had not been enough to prepare him for the ultimately horny family experiences they had had last Saturday; he woke up late and had a shower whilst still feeling a bit tired from the Friday night he had spent at a friend’s house playing video games. As usual he didn’t bother putting on clothes when he stepped out of the bathroom to return to his bedroom. His slim, muscled body still a bit wet, and his soft blonde pubic hair contrasting with his sun-bronzed skin. His long uncut cock and big balls dangling left and right as he walked.
At the top of the stairs he spotted his brother Rick, 2 years younger than him, and with darker hair like their father. Rick had been dressed but Tim noticed that he had his shorts and underwear around his ankles and, judging from the motion of his right arm, he was jacking off! Tim naturally became very curious about what had excited his brother so much, he sneaked up behind him and looked over the banister. Looking through the opened kitchen door he saw their father sitting on a kitchen chair in his boxershorts, his face buried between the legs of his daughter Anna. She was stretched over the table holding her small titties in her hands, her pj’s on the floor and her white cotton undies lay on the kitchen counter. Tim’s dick immediately got hard and he couldn’t help but moan at the sight of his father with his sister, this of course alerted Rick to his presence, he looked around, a bit shocked at first but smiling as soon as he saw Tim’s huge boner. “Look at our lucky sister” he said, “Did you notice how hard dad is? His cock is about to rip through his shorts!”. Rick was right, their father’s shorts stood like a tent. And just at that moment, like he had heard their conversation, dad stood up from his chair to rid himself of his underwear. You could see that big cocks where a family trait because all the boys had a huge piece of meat. Father’s was nice and fat, topped with a pointy dickhead and a large sack full of seed, Tim’s was a bit thinner but also a few inches longer, his brother still had the shortest of the tree, but it was incredibly thick for a boy his age. From his own experience (the boys had quite early on learned that jacking or sucking each other was “loads” more fun than masturbating alone) Tim knew the boy always had a huge supply of hot sticky cum.
Tim was enthralled by the horny spectacle on the kitchen table; daddy was slowly pushing his huge dick into their moaning sisters tight pussy, he hardly noticed that his little brother grabbed his balls and started to lick his hard cock. Anna’s moaning became louder and louder until she gave a little scream of orgasmic pleasure while father fucked her hard and deep. Soon after, dad pulled his cock from her wet teenage slit and sprayed his cum all over her tummy, titties and her face. The look of his spermy sister and the blowjob from his brother where more than he could handle and with a huge thrust he rammed his entire cock down Ricks mouth ejaculating deep into his brothers throat.
At that moment the front door opened and their mother came in with a bag full of fresh baked bread from the village bakery. She let her eyes drift from her two boys at the top of the stairs to her husband and daughter on the kitchen table and said “what a nice horny sight you are. Couldn’t you wait for me to get home before starting the party?” She motioned for Tim and Rick to get down, and walked into the kitchen. Dad and Anna didn’t need much time to undress mother, even before the brothers were there they had removed her summer dress and bra. Their mother never wore panties so she stood stark naked in front of the whole family, shaped well, with a firm bosom, a slim waist, wide hips and a clean shaven pussy. She was laid on her back on the table and was about to be pleasured by the whole family at once. Anna climbed atop her position 69, their bodies sliding over each other because of all the sperm daddy had sprayed over his daughter. She started licking her mother’s clit and put her small fingers into her vagina. This caused a whole stream of combined saliva and pussyjuice to flow down her bottom, making it easy for Rick to slide his thick dick into his mother’s ass. Dad and Tim had taken place at both sides of her face and were getting a lovely blowjob. Tim saw his sister’s ass stick up, now her mother was no longer licking it, he put his finger into her very wet pussy. With his dickhead gliding against his fathers dickhead, deep inside mom’s mouth, he fingered Anna so vigorously that she came twice in a row, each time screaming loudly for Tim to go faster and faster. Now mother too moaned as she had a huge orgasm with her son’s cock deep in her ass and her daughter’s tongue in her cunt. Rick couldn’t hold back much longer and yanked his cock from her ass just before he started to cum, thick jets of hot white juice landed on his sisters face and his mother’s pussy until both were completely drenched. Dad and Tim just had to cum too now, both cocks began to pulse simultaneously as they sent wave after wave of sperm down mothers throat, she loved the taste of her two men and kept sucking at their pricks to get every last drop of horny family cum. “Now the boys can watch as the ladies satisfy each other” mom said. She sat on a chair and took Anna on her lap. At first he began to lick Ricks sperm of her daughters face and then they kissed each other, sharing and enjoying the taste of cum.
The men couldn’t help but get aroused by watching them, obviously all their cocks were still rock hard. Tim saw his fathers huge fuckpole and could not stop himself, he grabbed it and started to suck it, the last droplets of sperm coming from the slit were nice and salty. His father, a bit uncomfortable at first, with his son giving him a blowjob, soon started to thrust with his hips, plunging the big cock deeper and deeper into Tim’s throat. Rick also hadn’t remained idle, he now stood behind Tim and was starting to push his dickhead into his brothers anus, luckily his cock was still lubricated with his mother’s pussyjuice, or else it would never have gone in.
Thus mother was being helped to another orgasm, this time with the whole fist of her youngest inside her cunt. And Tim was being treated to a load of cum deep in his throat and in his bowels. Dad and Rick needed a short break and crashed on two chairs, breathing heavily and with limp cocks that still leaked sperm . Tim on the other hand, although he had a sore asshole and pain in his jaws from the their huge fucking cocks, still had a stiff cock, and energy enough to fuck his sister. So he used his hand to get some of his brothers cum from his own leaking ass and used it to lube his own cock, and then he plunged the huge thing into her pussy. Anna made a cry of pleasure and kept moaning as he rammed against her cervix again and again. The rest of the family watched in admiration as the children fucked with passion. Anna had already had a few more orgasms when Tim finally pumped his brotherly seed into her uterus, and by then the two other family members had regained their erections and they too fucked Anna an deposited their cum into her belly.
When they were finished, mom and dad, in turns, licked and sucked the sperm dripping from Anna’s tender little teen pussy. And from that day on the family always went about the house naked, and they decided to fuck each other many more times…

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Family Hot Tub

Family Hot Tub
My parents recently invested in a hot tub for our family. It was setup in our back yard on the patio. Mom told my sister and I that she had heard that it is better for the filter in the hot tub if no clothing was worn in the tub, not even a bathing suit. Sounded like bullshit to me but my mom was adamant about it. My family was never one to be open about nudity in and around our house. I hadn’t seen my sister naked since we were little and it had been quite a while since I had seen my mom naked, not that I hadn’t tried. My sister and I were pretty upset over my moms decision that we were to go naked if we wanted to use the hot tub but when mom makes up her mind there is no changing it.
My mom is only 37 and dad is 38, she and dad had started having babies when they were very young but stopped after my sister was born although they still have lots of sex. My sister just turned 18 and I am 19. My mom is pretty hot, has big tits and not an ounce of fat on her anywhere. My dad is pretty fit too. My sister is basically just a younger version of mom and they have been mistaken as being sisters pretty often lately.
My dad had the new hot tub fired up and mom was all excited to get us all together for our first soak in the new tub. She and dad told us to go get undressed and meet them in the tub so my sister and I left them to go to our rooms to strip down. A few minutes later I came out of my room naked and a little nervous about my sister seeing me naked for the first time in years. Just as I entered the hallway my sisters door opened and there she stood except she had, unlike me, a towel wrapped around her body. We just stood there for a few seconds looking at each other. I then noticed my sister’s eyes were looking straight at my exposed cock. That did it for me and my dick started to grow getting hard pretty quickly. She giggled a little and I told her to shut up and if we were going to be naked in the tub she might as well lose the towel now. She thought about it for a few seconds and slipped her towel off exposing her naked body to my eyes. This only made my hard cock get even harder. She was HOT! She did a little spin before me and giggled some more at my hardon. Then she turned and started down the hall with me following her to go join our parents in the hot tub.
We walked out of the back door of the house and out onto the patio. The scene that greeted our eyes as we did made us stop dead in our tracks. Dad was sitting up on the edge of the tub and was holding moms head in his lap as she was giving him a blowjob! Just about that time dad groaned and pulled mom off his dick and suddenly started spraying his cum all over moms face and tits. Squirt after squirt sprayed from his dick all over moms face and into her mouth and down on her tits. Dad turned his head and looked at us standing there naked watching them. He nodded to mom to look over and she turned her cum soaked face and saw us and started laughing. She just said “Oops!” and then started to lick the dripping cum from the end of dad’s dick. Then she started scooping up the cum off her tits and licking it off her hands.
She told my sister and me that she hadn’t really intended that we see that but that we were old enough now to understand and she knew that both of us were sexually active so this should be nothing too shocking for us. Mom stood up in the center of the tub and dad slid off the edge and stood with her and took her in his arms and they started kissing. Dad eased mom back so that she was now sitting on the edge of the tub. He then started kissing his way down her body, stopping to lick and suck her cum coated nipples for a while before continuing on down her body until his face was between her thighs. My sister and I had moved up next to the tub and were just standing there on either side of mom watching the sexy scene going on in front of us. We could see dad’s tongue working over moms’ shaved pussy.
As my sister and I watched, I started to jack my cock and sis had her hand in her pussy rubbing it. About that time dad started to pull his face away from mom’s pussy and stood up in the tub with his hard dick sticking out in front of him. Mom grabbed dad’s dick and started to guide it toward her pussy. Dad’s dick slowly split mom’s pussy lips and eased inside until it was buried to the hilt. Dad then started to thrust his hips back and forth as he fucked mom hard. Mom had her head back and her eyes closed and a moan was coming from deep in her throat. As dad fucked her, mom’s huge tits were flopping all around.
Sis and I had decided to climb in the tub with mom and dad as they continued to fuck. Sis sat on the edge of the tub next to mom and I stood next to dad. Sis was furiously rubbing her clit and I was stroking my cock hard and fast. Soon dad was on the verge of cumming and mom was thrashing around as she was having an orgasm. Then dad pulled his dick from mom’s pussy and started to shoot his load all over mom’s tits. Then sis started cumming and squirted a big gush of her juice out, some of it hitting dad in the chest. Seeing all this did it for me and I started shooting my load and it hit mom right in the face. Mom opened her mouth and a big stream of my cum covered her tongue. The next stream hit her in the forehead and up into her hair. Mom then leaned forward and sucked dad’s dick into her mouth and licked up the last of his cum, then she pulled off dad’s dick and grabbed my cock and pulled it to her mouth and then she started to lick the cum from my it. Dad turned his attention to sis and dropped down between her thighs and started to lick the juice from her thighs and pussy.
Mom had my cock in her hand and it was still rock hard but my legs were wobbly so I started to sit down in the tub. Mom kept hold of me and followed me as I sat down and she straddled my thighs and guided my cock to her pussy and slid down on it. Sis and stood in the tub and bent over and dad was behind her and he was feeding his dick into her pussy. Mom was riding my cock up and down while I reached around her and had one hand full of her tit and the other hand rubbing her clit. Dad was slamming his dick in and out of his daughter’s pussy as he reached under and had his hands full of her tits. Moans and groans and heavy breathing sounds filled the air. Soon we were all cumming at the same time, me in mom and dad in sis.
A few minutes later we were all sitting in the hot swirling water, sweating and huffing and puffing as we relaxed. Seems like this hot tub was a pretty good investment…

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MOTHER

If you don’t like Mother Son sex don’t read this, I don’t want to hear how sick you think it is.
MOTHER’S SEX DRIVE ALMOST LOST SON
My name is Nancy Sue and this is a story how my craving for sex almost cost me my son.
CHAPTER ONE
I met Charlie when I was sixteen. We were sophomores in high school and we started dating. I had never had sex with anyone prior to him. The first time was terrible for me. He had a very large cock and he hurt me pretty bad when he broke my maiden/head. I bled all over his car seat and I cried for quite awhile after word. He told me it would be a lot better the second time and it was.
The second time we were at my house and my mother and father were still at work. We began to kiss and he fondled, kissed and sucked my size 36c breasts. I found that when he tweaked my nipples they would pop out like a nipple on a baby bottle. My nipples were for some reason very large. It really turned me on when he sucked them. My pussy was getting very wet as he continued to fondle my tits and suck my nipples, but when he put his head between my legs and licked my pussy I thought I would die. I came so hard and fast when he slid his tongue up and down my slit and I got goose bumps up and down my arms, legs and ass as his tongue caressed my clit. I came three times in a row and my ass was jumping all over the bed as he sucked my clit and plunged his tongue deep into my vagina. He started finger fucking me and I came again.
He spread my legs and entered me with his big cock. I sucked in my breath and gritted my teeth in anticipation of the pain I had experience the first time. To my surprise and I guess because I was so wet he slid in without any pain. His cock spread my almost virgin lips and he shoved about five inches of his cock into me and began to move his cock in and out of my hole. I could not believe how good it felt in contrast to the pain I had the first time. After about a minute he plunged the remaining three inches deep inside my pussy and I came again. After about four minutes I felt something hot shoot deep inside me and I heard him grunt and moan and new he had cum inside me. That feeling made me enjoy another climax. Within five or six minutes he fucked me again and this time it lasted almost ten minutes. I could not believe how many times Charlie made me cum and I new right then I was hooked on sex for life.
Charlie had an insatiable appetite for sex. We fucked all the time, before school, at lunchtime and after school. He could make me cum in a matter of minutes. For the next year my pussy was in a constant state of arousal. It seemed I was wet all the time and just looking at him would start my juices flowing. In my senior year I got pregnant and we were married. I was seventeen and he was eighteen. We got us a one bedroom apartment and moved in together. I worked part time as a waitress and Charlie worked part time in a print shop until we graduated.
We fucked almost every day but as my belly grew he began to take me from the back. In the morning he would slip his wonderful cock between my legs and fuck me. At night he would fuck me doggy style bent over the sofa, a table or the kitchen sink. I learned to really like it that way. We fucked all the time right up to when the baby was born.
Our baby was a beautiful baby boy, twenty two inches long and weighed seven and a half pounds. We named him Peter. I new he was going to be a big kid when he grew up as Charlie was six two and one hundred ninety five pounds. I was five eight and weighed one hundred twenty five pounds with flaming red hair and my pussy hairs when I let them grow were red also. Charlie was a blond.
For the next ten years everything went perfectly until I got pregnant again, however she died at birth. They said it had to do with the cord strangling her. We were very sad for quite awhile. To help us forget we started going out a lot. We hired a fourteen year old neighbor to baby sit. She was a cute little thing, only five foot two but you could tell she was going to have nice sized tits like her mom who was about a 38d.
About six months after the baby died I came home from work and found the police were at out apartment. When I went inside I found Charlie hand cuffed and sitting on the sofa. The fourteen year olds mother was screaming at him, “You rotten son of a bitch” she yelled. I asked what is going on, why is Charlie hand cuffed like that? The girls mother with her huge tits heaving up down screamed, “I tell you what’s going on, that dirty Son of a Bitch of a husband of yours has been fucking my daughter and got her pregnant that’s what.” I was numb and could not think straight. Finally I looked at Charlie and he whispered, “I’m so sorry Nancy Sue” and lowered his head. It turned out that Charlie had been fucking her for a couple of years, all through my second pregnancy. He never neglected me so I never suspected. We had fucked all during my second pregnancy just like before from behind. Charlie got ten years and had to register as a sex offender. I got a divorce.
CHAPTER TWO
Peter began to sulk a lot. I new he missed his dad and sometimes I would hear him crying late at night. I started letting him sleep with me and he seemed to snap out of it. Everything was just fine for the next two years. I tried dating a few guys but none of them could hold a candle to Charlie. He had spoiled me as to what a really good lover should be. I finally just quit dating. I bought a dildo and when I couldn’t stand it any more I would fuck myself with it, which was quite often.
About four months after Peter turned twelve, I woke up one morning about five thirty. Peter was bunched up behind my back and I could feel his cock between my legs and the tip against my pussy. I didn’t have any underwear on under my night gown and the gown had risen up above my thighs. I started to scoot away and in so doing it caused my butt to push back and his cock slid about two inches into my pussy. I was afraid to move. Peter suddenly pushed his ass forward and his cock slid all the way in about four inches. God I felt so guilty but at the same time thrilled at the feeling of a warm cock inside me.
I just laid there with Peters cock inside me. He didn’t move so I new he was sound asleep. Without even thinking about it my pussy tightened down on his cock and started milking it. I thought my god what am I doing. My ex husband went to jail for fucking a minor and here I am with my sons cock buried in my pussy. I could not stop the excitement that I felt with his cock in there. I came and my body shook as the climax came. I couldn’t control myself. I started moving my ass back and forth causing his cock to go in and out of my pussy. I continued moving him in and out of me very slowly. I came again and I could feel my juices flood over his cock. I continued for close to half and hour sliding his cock in and out of me. When I came again it must have triggered something because Peter moaned and I froze. Then I felt his cock spurting his love juices up inside my love hole. I pulled away from his cock and got up and went into the bathroom. I quickly douched myself to make sure I didn’t get pregnant. I was wrought with guilt but yet I felt satisfied for the first time in a long time.
When I got back into bed I lifted the covers and took a good look at my son. He still had a hard on and I could see his cock was about four inches long. He was built like his father, long and naturally muscular. He was almost five feet tall. I slid back into bed and after a long time I fell asleep. I woke up about eight. It was Saturday and I didn’t have to got work or get Peter off to school. I couldn’t believe it Peters cock was back inside my pussy, and this time he was pushing his cock in and out of me. I reached back and grabbed his ass and said “Peter what do you think you are doing? “I’m sorry Mom, when I woke up I felt my dick inside you and could not help it. It felt so good that I just started pushing in and out of you.
Well you have to stop. You can’t be fucking your mother. It’s called incest and besides it’s against the law. I started to scoot away from him but he grabbed me around the waist and began shoving his cock in and out of me as fast as his butt could go. It took only a few strokes and I felt him cum inside me. In spite of myself the feeling of his hot cum shooting inside me cause me to climax. My ass quivered and I moaned. “See, you liked it, didn’t you,” He said. I couldn’t say anything; I just laid there with tears running down my cheeks.
Peters hard on did not go down and he began to fuck me again. My pussy was already hot from cumming and I began to push back at him. I closed my eyes and thought of all the wonderful times his father had fucked me like this. Peter lasted a long time this time and made me cum several times before he shot a load of cum into my belly. I rolled over and gave him a long kiss. I didn’t dare use my tongue. I got up and took another douche. I took a birth control pill I still had from when I was dating.
I still had my gown on so I went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I was cleaning up the left over desert dishes thinking, “We can’t be doing this, and I’ve got to nip this in the bud.” Peter came up behind me and lifted my gown; he had another hard on and tried to bend me over the sink so he could drive his cock into me. I was too tall for him and his cock could only reach my ass cheeks. I couldn’t believe myself. I squatted down and let him drive his cock back inside me. I stood there while he pounded my pussy with his cock. I said to myself, so much for nipping this is the bud. He fucked me like that for about twenty minutes before cumming. I of course came several times.
For the rest of the day that kid kept cumming back for more. He fucked me a total of eight times. About once every two hours. I thought christ he is just like his dad. . I new it was a sin but also knew I was powerless to stop him because I like being fucked by him.
He never once touched my tits or kissed me. I thought I had better change that if I was going to continue letting him fuck me.
The next morning it started the same way as Saturday. I woke up bout six with his cock inside me. I reached around and took his hand and pulled it around me placing it on my breast. He got the idea right away and began to fondle them. Taking my nipple between his fingers he began pinching and kneading it. As usual it caused my nipple to pop out. I pulled away from him and turned on my back. I pushed his head down to my breast and he took my nipple into his mouth and started sucking. I opened my legs and he got on top of me and for the first time began to fuck me in the missionary style. What a lover at twelve years old. His instincts were perfect, just like his Dad. He fucked me twice without loosing a hard on. My pussy was secreting so much juice that the sheets were soaping wet.
For the next two years all we did was eat and fuck. He was growing like a weed and by his fourteenth birthday he was my height 5’8” and weighed a hundred and forty five pounds. His cock had grown to just over six inches. I taught him to eat pussy and even let him fuck me in the ass. He even surpassed his father as to the number of times he could fuck me in a day. His Dad had made nine trips to my honey hole while in his teens, but Peter on his fourteenth birthday fucked me eleven times. It amazes me how my pussy can secrete so much liquid without going dry.
Over the next two years he grew even bigger, and by the time he was sixteen he was 6’1” and weighed 180 lbs. His cock was over seven inches and the bigger it got the more I wanted it. He had not slowed up at all. We always made love before breakfast. At night after I had showered I would give him a blow job and then we would fuck. I was in seventh heaven.
Suddenly things began to change. He had joined the basketball team and was spending a lot of time with his teammates. He was going out a lot and I knew he had fucked a few of the girls at school. I never made a fuss, I just told him not to ruin his life by getting them pregnant. We still fucked almost every morning like when I was pregnant but many nights he came home late and just fell asleep. I loved going to the games to watch him play. He was very good and usually scored the most points on the team.
One night Peter told me to cool it and not show so much affection for him around the guys. He said the guys were telling him it was not natural for a mother to be so affectionate. I realized I was hugging and kissing him a lot after the games just like a girl friend would. It was hard because I loved him so.
Finally one night at dinner he said, “Mom we can’t do this anymore. One of my friends asked me point blank if I was fucking you. I said of course not, what a stupid thing to say. I said I’m sorry Peter we will just have to be more careful when your friends are around. No Mom I think we should stop all together. It’s not natural. I think we should move to a two bedroom apt where I can have my own room. I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know what to say. My heart felt like lead. He said I need to start sleeping on the couch until we get another place.
I said why Peter, we have been so happy together for so long. Why have you changed? “I’m tired of the weird looks I get from the other kids and the innuendos about us. I know we have been living in sin and it’s against the law. I don’t want someone to find out and send you to jail.” I’ve never had a better lover than you Mom and I love fucking you but this has to stop. I’ve made up my mind so I don’t want to talk about it any more. I cried most of the night.
A few night s later I came home after having a few drinks with the girls. Peter was asleep on the couch and his covers were on the floor. I could see his beautiful cock peeking through his pajamas. I pulled it out and began to suck. It took hardly a minute before he was hard. I took off my panties and straddled him. I squatted down and let that magnificent prick enter my pussy. I began moving up and down his cock. Peter began to moan and thrust back. He woke up as he shot his hot sticky cum up into my cunt. “I told you this has to stop” as he pushed me off him. I’m sorry Peter, I couldn’t help myself, when I saw your beautiful cock I couldn’t stop myself. “Well we have to stop. You need to learn discipline. I know it’s hard but we have to try,” Said Peter.
For the next year it was a constant fight. I started drinking and every time I got a little drunk I would try to fuck him. Most of time I succeeded because whenever I got him hard he would get filled with desire and he would fuck me hard. A couple of times he ended up fucking me two or three times before the night was over. It was then just like it use to be. Then his conscience would get the better of him and we would start fighting again.
CHAPTER THREE
We had not fucked in about three months. I came home from a going away party for one of the girls at work. Peter was sound asleep on the couch and had a hard on. I couldn’t resist. I took off my cloths and sat down on his cock and began to slide it up and down my pussy walls. He woke up and tried to push me off him. I leaned forward and put my arms around his waist and began to drive my pussy up and down his cock. I was in frenzy; I couldn’t stop thrusting up and down the pole of his. I was cumming every minute or two.
He began to thrust back and we fucked like that for about thirty minutes. I couldn’t stop cumming, even after I felt him shoot his wonderful sperm deep inside my womb. I must have cum at least three times after we had stopped thrusting.
Mom we have to find a way to stop or I am going to have to move out. I started crying and I told him I was sorry but seeing you’re hard on made me crazy.
Two weeks later Peter told me he was going to the movies Saturday night with Bob and Gene. Saturday about five thirty I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready when Peter came in and asked me if I wanted a drink before dinner. I told him that would be nice. He said why don’t you get into something comfortable while I make your drink since I will be out late. He fixed me bourbon on the rocks and got himself a coke. I put on my gown and light bathrobe. We made small talk while I was fixing a salad and the rest of dinner. I closed my eyes and thought how nice it would be if Peter grabbed me and fucked me from behind. Peter brought me out of my wishful thinking by asking if I wanted another drink. I was beginning to feel the other two and I told him why not. By the time dinner was ready at six I was feeling pretty good. Peter opened a bottle of wine and we drank the whole bottle. I didn’t realize Peter only had one glass full. A little after seven Peters friend Bob showed up. He was good looking in a rugged sort of way. He was a couple of inches taller than my son and out weighed him by at least twenty pounds. They were playing music waiting for Gene to show up. About seven thirty the phone rang and I told Peter it was Gene. After a few minutes of talking Peter hung up and said Gene’s car wont start. Can I use your car to go over a give him a jump. I said I guess that would be alright. I reminded him he only had a earners permit and he needed to be back before dark.
Peter Told Bob to wait here and keep me company and he would be back soon. Shortly after they left a beautiful slow song came on called Blue Moon. Bob asked me if I would like to dance. I was pretty woozy but I had not danced in a very long time, not since my EX. He took me in his arms and I noticed how strong he was. He was a good dancer and we glided around the room. I realized that somehow my robe had come apart and I felt his hard dick pressing between my thighs. It felt so good that I spread my legs a little to better feel his cock.
He spun me around so that my ass was against his cock. He put both arms round me and began to squeeze my breasts. His hands were strong but gentle. He slid his hand down the front of my gown and his fingers began to knead my left nipple. I knew I should not be doing this with a friend of Peter but it felt so good I was powerless to stop him.
He turned me back around and as he did his hand slipped between my legs. His finger began exploring my pussy through my thin gown. I put my arms around his neck as he lifted my gown and shoved two fingers up my pussy opening. My legs became so weak I could hardly stand, I think I would have collapsed to the floor if I hadn’t had my arms around his neck. I felt his fingers rub my clitoris and I heard myself moan. He was gently finger fucking me and pussy responded by giving me a wonderful climax.
I felt his cock slide between my legs and he began to very slowly dry fuck me. My head was spinning as his mouth found my left breast and he started sucking my nipple. At first he was very gentle but soon was squeezing, biting and sucking it. I felt myself being lowered onto the couch and I looked down and saw his huge cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches and as big around as my wrist. I lifted my knees and spread my legs as wide as I could because I wanted that beautiful cock inside me. I watched with fascination as that big cock began to slide into my pussy. I sucked in my breath as it started stretching my lips further and further apart. He slowly began to move in and out of me adding an inch at a time. It seemed like it took forever before the whole thing was in me.
I had never had my pussy as full of hot meat as I had at that moment. He began to move in and out of me, lifting his cock each time to the very tip before re-entering me. For a split second I fainted it felt so good. He began to increase his speed and I was cumming like a machine. I don’t know how long he fucked me like that but it seemed like a long time. My foggy brain couldn’t tell. I just knew I couldn’t stop cumming. He lifted my legs high, spreading them as wide as I could get them and began to slam that huge hunk of wonderful meat deep in my vagina. He would hit my cervix about every other stroke. He grabbed my ass pulling me tight against his abdomen. I felt him explode his hot sperm directly into my cervix. The feeling cause me to climax several times as I felt that hot liquid continue to squirt inside my pussy.
After a short time he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom, removing my clothes. He undressed and his semi hard cock hung there like a trophy. He got into bed and began to caress my titties. He kissed me and entered my mouth with his tongue. We explored each others mouth in a passionate kiss. He slid down and took my right breast into his mouth and sucked.
My pussy was a ragging furnace as he slid further down placing his head between my legs. I came all over his tongue as he slid it up and down my slit. When he started sucking my clit my ass came up off the bed and I jammed my pussy into his mouth. He inserted his fingers into my vagina and preceded to finger fuck me as he sucked my clit.
My ass was jumping all over the place as the electricity of my climax’s continued. I heard my self screaming “OH GOD, OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME I CAN’T STOP CUMING. Oh shit yes, uuuuhhhhhhhhg. As I came again. The cum was running out of my pussy like it had a fire hose up there. We fucked I know for close to and hour before he came deep inside me and when he did I fainted.
I looked at the clock as I felt Bobby turn me around. It was 1:15 in the morning. He spread my legs and inserted his cock back into my cum filled cunt. He shoved my legs over my head until I my feet were touching the bed. He placed his feet above the head board on the wall and began to pile drive his cock into me. Just then my bedroom door was flung open and the lights were turned on. There stood my son; his eyes were filled with hate as he looked at his Mother being ravaged by his friend. Bobby wouldn’t quit as. I struggled to get up. I screamed Peter, please. I never got another word out before he slammed the door and left. I tried to get up but Bobby kept up a steady pounding of my pussy. I couldn’t help myself, I started responding to him and I shoved my pussy as best I could up to meet his downward thrust. I was cumming again as if it was a brand new day.
When he came again I was near exhaustion. I got up and went to the toilet. Bobby’s cum came pouring out of my very swollen pussy. I staggered back to bed and fell asleep immediately. When I woke up Bobby was sitting on my bed with a tray. It had coffee and a sweet roll. When I was finished I got up and took a long hot shower. Just as I was finishing Bobby stepped into the shower with me. He soaped me all over again. I washed his cock and he began to get hard again as I rubbed the soap over it. He bent me over and shoved his huge cock up into my vagina. It was still all swollen and it felt tighter than ever.
He turned me around and re-inserted his cock. I threw my legs around his waist and we stepped out of the shower with his cock deep inside me. I took a towel and dried us both off as well as I could. We walked to the closet and I took a clean sheet and threw it onto the bed covering last night’s cum. He sat down on the end of the bed with his feet dangling over, his cock still deeply imbedded in my swollen vagina. He leaned forward and pulled my face down and kissed me. Suddenly I felt something oily being shoved in my ass. I looked in the mirror and there stood this huge young black boy. He had a very huge cock much bigger than the one inside me by quite a bit. It had to be at least a foot long. Not as big around as the one inside me but close. He jammed that huge thing up my ass and the pain was more painful than anything I had ever experienced. I found out later that he split my ass hole wide open causing me to bleed. He never seemed to notice. He was plunging that huge pole of his in and out of my ass. I was stretched to the max with those two huge cocks inside me. I was crying the pain was so bad.
Just as I thought nothing more could happen to me I felt a cock shoved into my mouth. I opened my eyes and there stood another boy about the same age as Bobby. He began shoving a six inch cock in and out of my mouth. He came within a minute or two. Almost before I could finish swallowing his cum another cock was jammed into my mouth. This one was about six and a half inches and bigger around than the last cock. He lasted much longer, as he was jamming his dick in and out of my mouth. I felt the back man shoot a heavy load of cum into the bowels of my ass. When he pulled out of my ass there was so much relief that I came as I felt Bobby shoot a hot load into my pussy. Before Bobby pulled out of me I felt another cock go up my ass.
As I finally looked around I could see there were six young men. I recognized them as Peter’s basketball team. Bobby stood up and his cock slipped out of my cunt. I hardly had a moment of reprieve when the black young man shoved his massive cock up my pussy, stretching it even more. The young man with his cock in my mouth exploded his cream into my mouth. He must not of had any sex for awhile because I almost drowned from the mount of cum he shot down my throat.
For the next nine hours those six young men rotated fucking me in every hole I had. Often all three holes at the same time, but later in the afternoon they slowed down and just fucked me one at a time. Each young man picked what hole he liked to fuck .I passed out twice. I would go from ecstasy to pain back to ecstasy. I was completely humiliated. Finally about seven in the evening they left.
As Bobby left he whispered in my ear “Were really sorry we had to do this to you but we all decided that the only way you would ever stop fucking your son was to do something drastic to get your attention. We will come back if you don’t stop. I must tell you that you are the best fuck I have ever had, and I thank Peter for it.
PROLOG:
I immediately took Peter out of school. We moved to Northern California where no one new us. I took another job. I could have brought charges against the six for rape but the humiliation I would have been subjected too was to much for me to bare if the whole story come out and knowing Peter had asked them to do it made me finally realize what I had done to him. It is now ten years later and things are a lot better between Peter and I. but It took a long time to heal the hurt each inflicted on the other.
Peter is happily married and has two wonderful kids. I get along with his wife very well although once in awhile I envy her. I got remarried to a wonderful man. He is not as good a lover as Peter or my Ex but he makes a good living and he worships me. He fucks me often enough so I don’t have think about what I had. I have grown to love him very much.
I found out Charlie was released after six years. Guess who was waiting for him at the gate. Yes, it was the fourteen year old baby sitter that was now twenty. They got married and have two kids and another on the way. I didn’t blame her. She new a good thing when she had it.
Would I do it again if I had a second chance? You bet your sweet ass I would as long as it wouldn’ cause me to lose my son. Between Charlie and my son Peter a women could not ask to be fucked and loved any better.
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The I-Room III

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

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