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My Niece Amber

BY: Alba1971
Part 1
I was somewhat hesitant when I got the call from my sister in law about taking in my niece for the summer. I mean, my wife Lisa had passed five years earlier and I had been on my own since. The thought of having my niece crowding me at every turn in my condo wasn’t one that I relished. But she was insistent that she needed to get Amber out of their tiny little town for a bit due to some “problems” she was having. Great … strong selling points. In the end though, I agreed. Likely due to some of the guilt I felt about ignoring my wife’s family since she had passed. So I lined up a summer job for Amber in my office doing odd jobs and prepared for the upcoming loss of freedom associated with having my niece living with me for a couple of months.
The last time that I had actually seen Amber was almost ten years ago and, at the time, she wasn’t what most would describe as a cute kid. At eight years old, there was just an odd look about her and I remember almost feeling sorry for her, wondering how she’d manage through high school. Her mother had emailed me a more recent picture but it was from a few years back and pretty grainy. I figured she knew what I looked like and, worse case, she’d find me at the airport if I didn’t spot her right away.
The day of her arrival, I stood at the luggage area, watching as the arrivals entered and regretting my decision, wondering if I could somehow just toss her back on a return flight. Deep in thought, I didn’t even notice Amber walk up behind me until she gave me a quick poke in the side and said “Hello Uncle Bill”. As I turned around, I’m sure she noted my shock. I didn’t think about it at the time but looking back now, it was clear that this wasn’t the same gangly eight year I had last seen years ago and that Amber had blossomed into a beautiful young women. At 5′ 10″, she was quite tall and her piercing blue eyes were mesmerizing. Her perfectly tanned frame was accented by her blond hair. In short, she was stunning, every part of her, and I understood why her mother was anxious to get her out of their small town for a bit. She caught me a few times staring during the car ride back to may place and eventually I had to apologize, explaining that I could not get over how much she resembled her Aunt (my Lisa).
It didn’t take long for the two of us to fall into a routine and I quickly realized that my concerns about her staying with me were for naught. We’d drive into work together each day and, with me working a little later than her, she’d take the bus back to my place. Often, I’d come home and dinner would be started and a nice drink ready for me as I walked in. All in all, the summer wasn’t turning out too bad. She was a good kid.
The problem was, as the summer progressed, so did my thoughts of her. They were innocent enough at first. I’d catch her passing by me and would think again how much she looked like my Lisa. But as we both became more comfortable with each other, things began to change. I’d come back from a stroll on the weekend and find her on the balcony sun tanning, her extremely tiny bikini barely covering, and I would catch myself peering closer, noting the protruding nipples or the slight fold at the front of her bikini bottom. It didn’t help matters that she often pranced around the house in the damned thing, oblivious to what her extremely tight teenage ass was doing to me. Being a particularly hot summer, the bikini’s clung to every curve of her body. If she was going out, Amber always seemed to pick an outfit that left little to the imagination. Between her short-shorts and her school girl skirts, I was beginning to crumble. There were even a few times that she would turn just a little too quickly and I’d catch a glimpse of what treasures laid beneath.
Most mornings, I’d come down for my coffee and find her in the kitchen in nothing but a long T-Shirt and panties. I knew things were starting to get bad when I began to ask her to grab things from the bottom of the fridge for me, in the hopes for a quick show of that perfect ass or perhaps even a glimpse of what was hiding between those toned thighs. She rarely disappointed. But she was my niece of sorts and, while I was able to justify a few wicked thoughts here and there, I wasn’t about to go any further than that. Of course, my dreams were another thing.
They started almost immediately and were more vivid than anything I had ever experienced. I would go to bed wondering what each night would bring but the dreams were always the same, not that I was complaining at all. Lying there, I would hear the door slowly open. Without a word, Amber would approach, kneel down beside my bed, slowly pull my covers off, and then proceed to work her magic. I would feel her hand take hold of my swelling cock and begin to slowly stroke it. It was not long before my underwear were at my ankles and I would feel her soft tongue running along my shaft while her hands expertly massaged my aching balls. Looking down, our eyes would lock for a brief second and, with a slight grin on her face, she would proceed to engulf my cock. The feeling of her lips wrapped around me was exquisite, watching as the tip of my cock slowly disappeared as she took its full length. In my dreams, she was obviously not new at this and the feeling of her mouth tightly wrapped around my dick while jacking me always led to the same outcome. Feeling the surge from deep inside my balls, slowly working its way up my shaft until finally I can’t hold it any longer and I explode in her mouth, never letting a drop escape from between her lips. Before I had even come down from my high, she had returned the covers to their original position and was gone.
But something was not right. The dreams were more than just vivid, they felt real and her casual attitude around me when it came to her body gave me doubts. It was too much to imagine but I had to know for sure so I set up my small laptop camera in my room, hit record, and went to bed. In the morning, I once again reveled in my dream of Amber for that night, nearly forgetting about my actions the night before. After a quick check to ensure she was still asleep in her room, I closed my door tight and grabbed the laptop. Fast forwarding through the first thirty minutes or so, I stopped cold when I first saw the image. There was no doubt, there was Amber entering my room and walking to the side of my bed, and I spent the next ten minutes in awe, watching her engulf my cock as she had done in my dreams, night after night. How in the hell I was not waking up, I don’t know, but it was right in front of me. My eighteen year old niece was sneaking into my room each night and giving me the blow job of my dreams, literally.
I spent the better part of the day processing what I had witnessed and by dinner, I had formulated my plan …

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Sharing Daddy

Sharing Daddy
__As a mom, you want your daughter to look pretty and be well liked. Like all mothers I wished for that. Fate granted my wish, but in the ‘pretty’ part of my wish…..pretty kept going into sexy…then more sexy…then horny and sexy.
I sat in a chair and watched Trish talk on her cell phone. I don’t think she could realize just how sexy her body and face had grown into. I secretly wished I looked like her at that age.
I had watch her tits grow full, her legs fill out to stunningly beautiful, her hair grow long and she knew just how to fix it so sexy looking. I watched every male take a second look at her, and smile. She knew how to use her beauty to get what she wanted. She liked the male attention and flaunted her sexiness just enough to satisfy her……for a while.
I heard her and her girlfriends talk in her room about who they would love to have sex with. That’s when I became concerned. Her male math teacher at school, was just one of a long list she wanted to have hot sex with. She named off a endless list of guys she wanted….and then I think I heard her whisper…..having sex…daddy…something, and they both giggled and the other girl said something about ‘she would too‘. I couldn’t help but think she wanted to have sex with her dad.
I felt I had to do something as she was becoming way to horny and it sounded like she wanted to have sex with every male she met.
It was time for a ‘mom and daughter’ talk about her desires.
That night I had her crawl in bed with me for some ‘girl’ talk. She was pumped when I got on the subject of having sex with guys. She took over the conversation with intimate questions. She ask what is was like having sex with her dad.
Now what do I do?
I tried to change to talking about other males. She scooted over next to me. She got close to my ear and said: “Come on mom, … tell me what he’s like in bed…please.” She was determined to try and pry the details of having sex with her dad out of me. I looked at her sweet face and finally said:
“Ok,… (big sigh)…. but this is very private intimate information, not to told to anyone else ever. This is strictly between you and I.”
I watch her wiggle and say quietly ’ok’. She was smiling real big anticipating what I was about to tell her. Her eyes were big and she was already breathing fast, and acting all horny. I wondered if I was doing the best thing for her.
It was too late.
After hearing the conversations she’d had with her girlfriend about wanting to have sex with her own dad, I figured I‘d better tell…almost… all…….
I started in to tell her all the very intimate things about her dad.
“ I guess it first started when we were in a club house a bunch of boys had built out of scrap wood. It was in the back of a long back yard in some big bushes. Your dad looked all around to make sure no one was watching and we darted in. We smoked our first cigarette that afternoon. We thought we were so grown up as we both got dizzy. I had heard a new word some girl at school had used. I ask him what it meant.
‘Blowjob‘. He smiled and said he’d show me what is was. He sat on an old wood box and had me get on my knees in front of him. He told me guy and girls liked this and he would show me how to do it. He said first he wanted to feel my titties. That felt really good. He then started kissing my neck and feeling my pussy. That was even better. He put my hand on his crouch to feel his stiff cock and then took it out of his pants.
It was my first to see one in person and to touch. He said kissing and licking a cock was the start of a blowjob. He whispered he would train me to do it just right. I started in licking his cock as he felt my titties and ran his fingers through my hair. He guided my head and put my mouth over his cock.
Up and down my mouth went. I never wore a bra and he played with my nipples and they got hard. He said I was doing it just right and to keep going. I liked the secret stuff and was pleased I was making him happy. He began to groan and move my head faster. He said not to take my mouth off his cock, no matter what happened.
I did as he said when he groaned and I felt warm stuff filling my mouth. He said to swallow it down. I did. It was exciting and gave me tingles in my pussy doing this. He had a lot of the white stuff and some ran out of my mouth. I had never tasted anything like it and he called it ’cum’ and said I did it perfect.
He then put his hand inside my panties and rubbed my pussy with his finger. I twitched as it tingled so much. He had me then stand up. He pulled down my shorts and panties. He began to lick my pussy. It was an awesome feeling as he was giving me a ’blowjob’, only he called it ’eating a pussy’. Whatever it was called it felt wonderful.
We came back to the club house every chance we got. We would whisper: (“…club house.”) to each other and off we would go. He then taught me about ’going 69’ and we turned and did that a lot.”
I looked over at Trish and she was hot, and breathing hard. She had one hand on her pussy rubbing it. “Mom, that is the hottest story I’ve ever heard. Please tell me more.”
Trisha thought……
(Mom doesn’t know it…. but she told me just about what dad and I have been doing lately. That’s why the story was so hot to me. That same clubhouse was still there and dad was teaching me all about sex.)
Mom….
I wanted to say maybe tomorrow, but now I was all stimulated myself. I said: “Don’t you want to go get in your bed and ….a…do your ’rubbing’ in there?” She took a big breath, reached over and turned out the light. She whispered: (“…I want to rub myself right here, as you tell me more. Do you ever rub yourself?”)
I had already told her many intimate things so I told her: (“…. yes I do when I think of hot sexual things.”) She immediately said: (“…lets do it together, …..Ok?…you just keep talking while we rub.”)
Masturbating with your own daughter caught me by surprise. I’d never even thought of such a thing. I had girlfriends who I fingered myself with as a teen, but my daughter? The reaction I had shocked me. I got a big shot of arousal when she said that.
It was dark in there but we could see a little from the street light. I reached down and took my panties off and took my top off. Trisha did the same. Us both being naked just made it all the more exciting.
I pulled my knees up and put two fingers in my wet pussy. I said: (“…your dad will be back tomorrow, so this is the only time we’ll get to do this.”) Trisha said: (“…maybe, mom, you know I’ve heard you guys having sex before and watched you a few times guys too.”)
She continued: (“…you see that vent there, well, if I stand on my chair in my room I can see right in here…”)
I ask her: (“…how did you figure that out?”)
She said: (“…mom…daddy showed me how to do it, he said I could watch if I wanted to. It was to be our little secret, but your so cool, I just had to tell you.”)
I had to act surprised, but her dad and I arranged that for her a while back. I had to chuckle to myself. Watching or being watched is real exciting. I did it when I was little at a girlfriend house. We watched her brother fuck their older sister. I have to admit,… ‘that‘….was really hot to watch. Knowing your being watch was something her dad and I found exciting.
I continued with her request to tell about having sex with her dad. Her watching some doesn’t tell her what we were thinking and feeling.
“We had our little place in that clubhouse and things progressed. It was more training for me. He knew hot to get me so hot, so fast and now to have sex with each other We got naked one afternoon and he first felt and sucked on my titties. He then kissed lower down my tummy and started licking my clit. He put a finger inside my pussy and massaged my G spot and wouldn’t let up.
I moaned and squirmed until I felt like I had to pee real bad. I was wonderful as my pussy massaged his finger back. I was losing my breath when I started to squirt out my pussy….wow it made me squirm hard and moan out. It was then when he put his cock in me. It was tight but slipped in a little at a time. I felt the peak of sexual excitement and we fucked for the first time.
That was also the first time we kissed and let our tongues go crazy. The sex was to quick as I felt him squirt gobs of cum in my pussy. We held each other tight and It was heaven for sure. We lay there panting and just enjoyed our togetherness…..”
I heard Trisha moan and shake the bed as she orgasmed. I was right with her moaning and squirming as our bodies felt the euphoric pleasure…..
We lay there panting and rubbing our pussy’s. I finally said out of breath: (“…there are a lot more stories…..and….I’ll save those for another time.”) I looked over at Trisha and heard her barely whisper: (“….daddy is so hot…”)
Trisha thought…….
Someday…….dad and I will tell mom that we have been going to that same clubhouse thing in the back yard for months now…..
Mom thought……
Someday….
Her dad and I will tell her, that I decided to share him with her and our glorious times, to take her to the clubhouse and repeat the wonderful thrills we had.
Her Dad had already told me what is was like having her in the clubhouse. He said:
“She wasn’t like you, she already knew all about sex. She just wanted to have sex with me. She didn’t want to stall around and as we sat on the floor, she got right on top of me. I never got a word in as she started in kissing me like a grown woman. She was ready and her hot little tongue was wild. She said: “…feel my titties daddy, and put your hand inside my panties. I did as she asked and felt her warm ass. She had my pants undone and pulled down in no time.
Down she went to suck on me. She then turned around and put her pussy down right on my face. She was really horny and rocked her pussy on my face. She was a horny as you and I are for each other today. She‘s happy…that‘s all we care about….now come over here and lets make her mom dad happy.”
As time went by, Trish eventually told me about those times with her daddy in the clubhouse, and what it was like……
Trisha……
That first time, I had been waiting for this and now I was going to show daddy I knew all about sex already. I’d already had sex with girls and boys, but none compared to him. He was just letting me have my way and I was so turned on I was going to make this as special as I could.
I turned around and pulled him on top of me now. I started putting his big cock slowly in my hot pussy. I kissed him all over his face. He was getting real hot just like I wanted. I whispered: (“…oh…. daddy…I’ve wanted you for so long…..you’re the hottest daddy in the world…”) He was so excited he put my legs on his shoulders and we started to moan.
Oh yes, that was the feeling I was waiting for. His cock was big and filled my pussy so good. I had to hold on tight as he started going a little faster and we were breathing so hard. I was moaning and getting dizzy as it felt so good. My pussy was alive with good feelings and it massaged his cock as we fucked. Our moans told us we were going to cum as I held his ass cheeks tight. As it all increased higher and higher…..
I Suddenly felt his cum burst out and shoot in me as we both moaned out. I locked my legs and shook out of control….I felt a burst of joy warmly flow over my body. I saw colors and beautiful bursts of light in my head. He kept shooting cum in me until all time seemed to stop. We locked together and blended our good feelings together as it got all quiet,…. except for our panting and my kissing his sweet face….
Mom……
Her dad and I have loved each other since day one. We love to make each other happy. One day we were all in the clubhouse talking. Her dad and I had pre-arranged a little surprise for her. I was sitting on the rug on the floor and her dad got behind me. He reached around and started feeling my tits. Trish’s eyes went wide open. I said: “Did you ever wonder what I would be like to watch your mom and dad having sex?….well…we’re going to show you.”
She gulped big and started in watching us. Soon her hand went between her legs to slowly rub on her pussy. We were excited having her watch us just a foot away. He laid me on top of him on my back and took off my top. I had no bra on and his hands felt me up real good. We got real hot and soon took off all our clothes. Now I was on my back as we went for some ’69’. Trish was breathing hard as her intense eyes watch us suck and lick each other. She got on her knees and stuck her hand down her panties to finger herself. She whispered: (“…you guys are awesome…this is so hot to watch.”)
He turned and put my legs up on his shoulders. I moaned and squirmed with the anticipation of him putting his cock in me. Trish’s face was all over us taking in the view of us fucking. It was very stimulating to us too to have her so close and watching us. This was a first ever for us to do this. We started in and it was wonderfully exciting with me moaning and him fucking me hard. Trish began to moan a little too. I wrapped my legs tight around his neck as I felt a big climax coming. Trish’s face was right next to my pussy watching the action. I began to moan loud as our ’cum together ’ golden moment came to us. Trish was orgasming right with us.
It was indescribable the shaking, moaning and fast fucking we did. Trish’s fingers were a blur going in and out of her pussy as she bucked and moaned with the pleasure she was getting….
Having your young teen daughter watch you and her dad have sex…… was beyond awesome…but….
the most intense part came a week later when I watched her dad have sex with Trish….they both got me so hot, then they both licked me at the same time into a mind bending climax as we all came gloriously together…
Later…all Trish could do was whisper from her euphoric mind, and say…..
(” mom, dad,… you guys… are a perfect match.”)
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So far…. We’ve decided it’s not quite time to tell Trish that her dad and I are…
(brother and sister.)

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Another Addicted Story ch. 13-24

Eddie Spedman thought he was living the American Dream; owned his own business and married to his highschool sweetheart with two wonderful kids. Until a freak event made him realize that he was living the American Nightmare. However that freak event also gave him something he didn’t believe in; Sex Slaves

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My Photogenic Mom Chapter 6

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Harold in the mean time had driven Karen home to her apartment. They went in and sat down on the couch. Neither had said anything on the trip back. Harold and Karen had been seeing each other for over three years now. They had started out innocently enough, Harold was upstate on business and he and Karen had gone to dinner. Susan had known about that, what she did not know was that they had too much to drink at dinner. When the cab dropped them off at Karen’s apartment she asked Harold up for coffee. Harold put on some music while Karen made coffee and while the coffee was brewing they started to dance. During the dance Karen looked at Harold and he kissed her. Karen had broken up with her husband a few months before and had been alone since. She responded to Harold’s kiss and started dancing real close to Harold. They danced so close that Karen could feel Harold’s cock starting to get hard. She started to rub her crotch up against his while they danced. Harold unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. He started kissing her neck and worked his way down to her smallish but well formed breasts. He removed her bra and licked her stiffening nipples. All pretense at dancing gone now. Karen had started unbuttoning Harold’s shirt and pulled it off she undid his belt and opened his pants she let them fall to the floor and pulled down his shorts letting his cock spring free. Karen could not believe the size of his cock, she had always thought Susan had been exaggerating the few times that she had talked to her about their marriage and problems. Karen reached down and grasped his swollen manhood in her hands. Harold stopped nibbling on her breasts when she grabbed him. Karen sank to her knees in front of Harold and slid his huge cock into her mouth. Harold was shocked, Susan would never think of doing that. The one time he tried she had not spoken to him for a week. Karen had a natural desire to suck cock and Harold could tell that she enjoyed it. He knew that he would not be able to hold off shooting his load for long. He had not fucked Susan for several weeks now so he had a large load to shoot. Karen seemed to sense this and sucked harder and faster. Harold tried to warn her he was about to shoot his wad but Karen did not seem to care. Harold ex-ploded right there in his sister In laws mouth. He was amazed that she was not mad, she eagerly swallowed every drop of cum that she could suck from his cock. She let his cock slide out of her mouth and stood up. Taking his hand she led him to the bedroom. Pushing him down on the bed she took his now limp cock in her mouth and started working it with her lips and tongue and lips. Harold could feel it starting to get hard again. Harold grabber Karen by her slender hips and pulled her pussy over his face. Karen dropped her steaming hole on Harold’s face and he started sucking her cunt as she sucked his cock. Working his tongue over her clit, he drove Ka-ren wild. He had to hold her hips still so she would not bounce off his face. When Harold slid his tongue deep in Karen’s pussy she came with a force long pent up in her. Her juice was running down the side of Harold’s face as her whole being quivered and shook. Karen just laid down on Harold’s body not moving. Harold rolled her over on he back and crawled between her wide spread legs. Looking at her exhausted form he grinned and said “we are not through yet” he moved his swollen cock to the entrance of Karen’s wet pussy and pulled her onto his shaft. Karen felt as if she was being split in half by Harold’s cock. She had never had a cock of that size in her pussy. He was definitely filling her up. When Harold felt his cock hit bottom he pulled Karen’s leg up on his shoulders and pulled his cock almost out of her hot pussy and slowly worked it back in wanting her body to adjust to his size. Karen moaned and worked her hips against him. “Please go faster” she moaned “harder harder.” Harold was glad to comply and started pounding his cock into her hot tight pussy. Karen closed her eyes and just rode with her feelings. She could feel her pussy starting to quake with the pounding her clit was taking from Harold’s huge cock. She arched her back as her muscles tightened and released in the largest orgasm she had ever had. Her pussy clamped on Harold’s shaft as he exploded his load into her hot flowing hole, his cum mixing with her juices. They both collapsed on the bed their passion spent. Harold woke up in the morning and had to stop and think about where he was. The room did not look anything like his hotel room. He looked over and saw Karen next to him and the memories of the night before came racing back. Karen rolled over and the sheet fell off her. Harold studied her sleeping form on the bed. Her breasts were firm and stood proudly even though Karen was laying on her back. Her body was slim and trim. She was a contrast to her sister who had a lush big breasted body. Susan was well built but not in any way fat. Her breasts were as firm as a set of tits that size could be. She was also very repressed sexually. Harold longed for variety, wanting Susan to show some interest, or to take charge of their lovemaking. Susan had never sucked his cock like Karen had. If he had come in Susan’s mouth like he had with Karen the night before she would have killed him, not sucked him dry. Harold felt bad that he had slept with Karen, but he told himself that he had deserved a break. Karen woke up and slid her hand between Harold’s legs and grasped his cock & balls in her warm hand and Harold felt an immediate response. He tried to say something but Karen stuck one of her firm tits into his mouth stopping what he was trying to say. Stroking Harold’s cock to its full length Karen shifted her pussy over it and put its big red head into the tight entrance to her cunt. She slowly worked his big cock into her tight hot hole and started rocking on it. Sitting straight up she moved upward on the shaft until only its head was still in her pussy. Karen stayed in this position for a second and then dropped straight down ramming it to the hilt into her cunt. She started rocking faster and faster on his huge shaft until letting out a scream she shuddered and jerked impaled on the shaft that gave her all the pleasure. Slowly Karen started rocking again working the shaft with her hot velvety hole until Harold unable to hold back any longer exploded into hot cunt. As Karen sat on Harold’s slowly shrinking shaft she looked at him. “I have wanted to have you in my bed for years. I always loved you from the first time Susan brought you home. I knew that she could never make you happy the way you deserved. Harold had no idea what to say but Karen continued. “I know that you will never leave Susan, but I will always be here for you.” And Harold had to admit that she always had been. He had not planned to continue seeing Karen, but he could not stay away. He loved his wife, but he loved her sister also. Their time together was always special, and always different. Their sex life never got boring or dull. They always managed to find time together and for three years things had been perfect until now. Coming back to the present Harold looked at Karen. She had been sitting there watching him and he was not aware of it until now. “What will you do now?” she asked. She was hoping that he would move in with her as she had always wanted. “You know that Susan will never forgive either one of us for what has happened.” Harold looked at her and said “I will pack my clothes and hope she can be convinced to be reasonable, this has been coming for a long time.” “Would it be o k if I stayed with you for awhile?” Karen smiled and walked over to Harold “you can stay here the rest of our lives if you want I love you.” Karen kissed Harold and told him he better go get his clothes before Susan and Michael came back to the house.

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Wife whores out daughters to pay off gambling debt(Part 2)

This is the second chapter of how my wife got sucked in by a mob controlled casino, and forced into being a call girl to pay off her debts. Unable to generate enough cash to satisfy the boss, they force her to bring our daughters into the act. This chapter deals with our family.

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Blackmailed By My Brother – Part 2

Chapter Five
Carrie started to turn and run back out but before she did, Jack spoke to her.
“Stop. Close the door, then come here.”
Carrie froze at that tone and turned back toward her brother, then walked next to him.
Jack leaned closed and sniffed at Carrie’s coated face.
“That’s pussy!” he exclaimed.
Carrie blushed furiously.
“A-A-Angel is here,” she said, her eyes averted.
Jack just looked at her.
“Get on your knees,” he said, turning towards his younger sister. She did what he said. Jack took his cock, still hard, and rubbed it over her face, gettin it wet with Angel’s outburst, and then put the head up against Carrie’s mouth.
“Suck it.”
Carrie resignedly opened her mouth and took the head inside.
Jack knew that he wouldn’t have much time if Angel was in the house, so he took hold of Carrie’s ears and immediately started pumping back and forth in her mouth, face fucking his younger sister.
Carrie’s eyes got big as saucers as she felt Jack’s cock bang into the back of her mouth once, twice, three times then again and again as he carried out the mouth rape. She could taste Angel’s pussy on his cock and in her haste and confusion over the taste and events taking place, she was licking Jack’s cock.
‘God,’ thought Jack to himself, ‘she’s really getting into sucking my cock!’
He felt a rumbling in his balls and knew that he was going to shoot soon so he increased his pace until he felt the orgasm start. That’s when he pushed deep, deeper than before, and felt the head of his cock pop into his younger sister’s throat.
Carrie panicked when her brother pressed his belly up against her nose as the cock in her throat cut off her air supply. She felt him shooting his sperm directly into her gullet and was swallowing reflexively to clear the air passage, her hands trying in vain to push him away.
When Jack finishing draining his balls he pulled back and then out of his sister’s mouth.
“Thanks sis…now, go clean yourself up.”
Jack put his cock away and walked out, leaving his sister a bit stunned on her knees, the taste of cum and pussy resident in her mouth. He walked over to her room and peered inside. He could see Angel laying on his sister’s bed, eye’s closed, her shorts off and on the floor. Angel was playing with her pussy, more teasing herself than seriously going for it.
Jack felt his semi-soft cock starting to rise again. He walked into the room.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, looking directly at Angel’s eyes, which now fluttered open.
“Wh-what the hell…”
“Listen up. I have a video of you and my sister last night, getting high and sexing it up. I have the coke that you left behind. I have her admitting on video that you sold her the coke. Unless you want me to totally fuck up your life…”
Angel just blinked at him. She never before had felt quite this exposed.
“What do you want?”
Jack walked over to the bed and then dropped his shorts, revealing his semi-hard cock.
“I wanna’ fuck.”Chapter Six
‘Well that’s not so terrible’ thought Angel.
“Ok.”
“You need to get me harder.”
Angel smirked and then slid around on the bed so that her head was hanging off the side of the bed, her mouth opened in silent invite.
Jack moved forward, allowed Angel’s hand to guide his cock inside her mouth. When he felt her suck hard, he knew that unlike his younger sister, Angel had had some experience sucking cocks.
Just then Carrie walked into the room.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, surprised to see her brother in her room, and getting head from Angel.
“Come over here, Carrie. Get behind me on your knees and lick my ass.”
As Carrie moved into position, Angel had moved one of her hands down to her pussy and was now rubbing her clit, knowing that it would further excite Jack. She could look and partially see Carrie behind Jack, and knew that the young submissive was now starting to lick his crack.
“Feels good, Carrie…get it all nice and wet.”
A minute or so later Jack told them both to stop. He didn’t want yet another blowjob finish, but instead wanted pussy.
He pulled Angel around into position, putting her legs up onto his shoulders while he was standing on the side of the bed.
“Hey, go easy, you’re kinda’ bi…”
Jack didn’t heed her request, but instead sunk his cock completely inside her exposed pussy, bottoming out against her cervix.
“Owwwwwww….fuckkkkk!” cried Angel, not used to such a big cock from a high school kid.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” said Jack as he started fucking in and out of the younger girl, her saliva around his cock providing the necessary lubrication to allow the fast pace.
“Carrie? Get on the bed.” Carrie climbed up onto the bed and was watching his cock go deep inside her friend’s cunt.
“Get over her face and let her lick your pussy,” said Jack, tightening his grip on Angel’s legs to allow him better thrust.
“Waaaaait…I d-do-don’t eat…”
“You do now,” interrupted Jack, as Carrie settled her pussy down on Angel’s face, taking some satisfaction in getting someone to service her. When she didn’t feel Angel’s tongue she reach down with both hands and tweaked both the girl’s nipples hard. That got a response, and soon she felt Angel’s tongue and mouth against her slit.
Jack had one more trick up his sleeve. He’d never fucked a girl in the ass, but as he was looking at Angel on her back, covered up by his younger sister, and bent around by his arms, he decided to go for broke. He leaned forward and whispered to his sister.
“She going to try and push you off and get away. Don’t let her.”
Carrie lustfully nodded.
Jack slowed his pace and then stopped and pulled out. For a moment, Angel thought he might be tired or something and just concentrated on the pussy that she was licking, which she admitted to herself tasted pretty sweet.
Angel then felt Jack adjusting her legs and bending her a bit more. She thought he was just trying to get even deeper inside. Then she felt his cock press up against her asshole but before her brain could really register what was happening, it had happened. Jack’s cock was wet enough with her pussy juice, and she was angled just perfectly so that when he pushed, she couldn’t budge. His cockhead just popped into her cherry asshole and then he kept on pushing, figuring he had to get balls deep in order to hold her in place.
For Angel it felt like her ass was on fire. She yelled but of course her yell was muffled by the pussy on top of her face. She tried to push away but Jack just grabbed her hands and brought them to her legs which he gripped tighter, not moving within her ass, but resting balls deep.
Then he pulled out, just halfway, and then pushed back inside. He heard more cries from Angel, and this turned Carrie on. She wiggled her pussy and asshole against Angel’s mouth and nose and ground against her, trying to reach orgasm.
Jack pulled out again, this time until just the head was within. He held it there for a full five seconds…giving Angel time to think about it. Angel tried tightening her ass muscles by squeezing down, but, it still wasn’t enough. It just provided Jack with a more exquisite grip around his cock was now pushing back into the depth’s of Angel’s plundered ass.
She screamed again into Carrie’s pussy, and the vibrations against Carrie’s pussy lips, plus just the whole situation of watching her brother assfuck her friend, was enough to drive Carrie’s pussy into orgasm. She came over Angel’s face, and Angel just gave up, relaxing her arms and muscles and surrendering to the assfucking.
Jack felt this relaxation and began stroking steadily in and out of Angel’s ass, making deep strokes, not pounding hard to hurt the girl, but long, steady strokes to ignite the fire within his balls one more time.
Carrie was out of it and moved off of Angel’s face and lay down on the bed. Angel, her face covered with Carrie’s secretions, looked up at Jack with a mask of slight discomfort and passion melded into one.
“Gonna’…cum…in…you…ass…” said Jack to Angel, his thrusting increasing now.
Angel reached down with one of her hands and began rubbing her clit. Jack saw this and smiled and then shot a load of hot cum into her ass, pumping four, five, then six jets before collapsing himself on the bed.
Angel hadn’t quite cum yet, and was still masturbating.
“Carrie…get over between her legs and lick my cum out of her ass.”
Carrie moaned but didn’t want Jack getting mad so she moved, with Angel spreading her legs as she felt the young girl’s tongue licking her well-fucked starfish.
“Ohhhgawwwddddddd………” Angel crested and came, her body bouncing on the bed like she was having a seizure and then she settled down, almost passing out, just cooing quietly, closing her legs to stop Carrie from licking her asshole further.

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My Niece Mary Jane -Part 3 Sunday afternoon

When we reached the car, Mary Jane was told to unbutton her blouse once more, and take her place in the back seat. My wife suggested that since our bellies were full, and the afternoon so pleasant we should go for a long walk somewhere to allow our body’s system to digest the noontime activities. I trusted my wife was not going to ask me to drive to far, with Mary Jane sitting there in the back seat, her blouse wide open. All I could see in the rear view mirror was pure unadulterated flesh, two beautiful tits, two elongated pink nipples, staring back at me. Mind you it did not help that I had re-adjusted the mirror once I heard my wife tell Mary Jane to undo her blouse, a totally unthinkable thing for a good uncle to do.
My wife was kind however, telling me that the place we had played at so long ago was not too far off, and that we could most likely make it there in twenty to thirty minutes if the traffic allowed. Yes I thought , I remembered that place, very well actually. It had been a very long time since we had been there, we had found the spot when we had first started dating. It was there that my wife lost her virginity as I plowed my young viral cock into her as she lay spread out on a picnic table. It had been a good thing we had found the place in the late afternoon, and even better that by the time we got around to do the thing, not many if any picnickers were around. I had never heard a girl scream so loud; it had scared the living day lights out of me. So much so that I pulled my cock out her, allowing it coated with blood to pop upwards and shoot my stuff all over her belly, right up to her neck, covering most of her lovely heaving breasts.
I had never had a virgin before, and I do not think she had expected things to happen that way, so we were both more than astonished as a result of our antics. Once the hurt dissipated, my wife stopped crying, telling me that she was so sorry for acting that way. She wanted to make sure that she had not turned me off, that I would continue to have feelings for her and not dump her for her short comings. It was that particular afternoon that I decided she had been my girlfriend long enough, and it would be much better if she were my wife and that is exactly what I told her. With her sorrowful babbling she continued on that day offering to do my bidding, to do anything I desired anything I wanted no matter what. She did not want to loose me, she loved me to no end and I would be hers to command if I would stay with her.
Well that day was perhaps the beginning of many good things that came to be. I cleaned up my cock and her cunt , holding her close to me for a long time while we sat there bare naked on that picnic bench. Before we left , we made love three times , well I fucked her three times, each and every time, being better than the time before. Unfortunately we had to remain girlfriend and boyfriend for several years longer as we both attended different colleges. Every opportunity that arose, had us fucking as hard as we could, and several times we had been able to return to that picnic bench, but the years had taken their toll and we found ourselves occupied with other things. With my wife suggesting that we stop at this particular spot, my cock surged in its confines, so much so that I had to rearrange my sitting position and in doing so caught my wife’s eye. I was sure she knew I had rekindled those memories of so long ago.
When we turned off the main road, to run the few miles up the secondary road leading us to the spot, my wife began fidgeting with her own blouse. I watched her in my peripheral vision as she unbuttoned and opened the blouse, undoing her brassiere, she pulled it from her body and set it on the consol of the car in plain site, of both Mary Jane and myself. There was no mistaking it , she was or had been planning some wicked little thing, I could hardly wait to park the car. I started to ease the car into a spot near the pathway, when my wife poked my arm and pointed to a open slot much further away.
Again fond memories flooded my thoughts, back to that night I had reminded my wife of her statement about complying to my desires. It had been after a good evening of love making my wife had reached orgasm several times , she was in a mellow mood. That particular day we had arrived a bit late and found the only parking spot was almost at the entrance of the parking lot, far from the beginning of the winding pathway. I asked, well sort of informed perhaps insisted that my wife walk back to the car with out her clothes to cover her exquisite gleaming body. At first she tried to beg off but in the end, she did me proud and marched back perhaps a bit quicker than I would have liked, but she took things in stride crossing directly over the parking lot and complied with my request. There were only three cars left in the parking lot, so the prospect of getting caught was not that great, but it did provide us with a charge, and we made out once again in the car before leaving that evening.
Once parked, my wife told Mary Jane get out , go to the front of the car, take her Bermuda shorts off and place them on the hood of the car and face the windshield. I watched as Mary Jane complied without hesitation. She was just beautiful standing there her sleeveless blouse hanging open, her little pink panties covering very little , the sun shining down upon her body. My wife got out telling me to sit still then retrieved a small bag from the back seat and moved in behind Mary Jane. I had to catch my breath as I watched my wife go to work. She first placed a blindfold over Mary Jane’s eyes, then she placed some sort of collar around Mary Jane’s neck . Looking around I guess to see if there were any voyeurs or obstinate other people, my wife then stripped the blouse from Mary Jane, exposing her in her naked form. The tale tell signs that all this was having a positive effect, was in evidence as Mary Jane’s nipples were popped right out from her areolas.
My wife seemed in no particular rush, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, I know I was certainly enjoying the show, I had to adjust my swollen rod down the leg of my pants to lessen the pain of the pressure it had been making against the material of my pants. I continued to watch as my wife pulled Mary Jane’s arms behind her back and tied them as I found out later with some silk rope she had taken for m the little bag of items she had brought. Once fixed firmly, my wife, reached for Mary Jane’s nipples and one at a time fixed a tassel to this elongated body part. Signaling me to follow, I got out of the car and was told to put the shorts and the blouse on the inside front dash board so that they would be very visible to any one passing by. My wife then attached a leash to Mary Jane’s collar and jerked it sharply telling Mary Jane to walk carefully.
While we walked very close to several couples, there was enough foliage to obstruct a direct view of my wife parading her almost naked charge on the winding path to where ever she was leading us. As we were able to hear their conversations, well a mumble jumble of words, nothing clear and sharp , it was certain that they were able to tell that others were walking up the path near by. If any of them had decided to be friendly , move towards the sounds and pop out somewhere they would have been treated to a bizarre scene for sure . Mary Jane knowing her body was exposed, but being unable to see that the others could not really see her was very very uncomfortable as we found out when we arrived at the location my wife had chosen. It was the place at which she had lost her virginity so many years ago.
My wife guided Mary Jane to the end of the picnic table that had been set out for the park visitors and told to stay. She then walked around the little area into which she had directed us, inspecting what mother nature had chosen to let surround the area. I did not know if she was interested in how we were covered or how we , well, Mary Jane was exposed . I did not ask as I was busy wondering just what was planned for Mary Jane. After all this was perhaps the most excluded area of them all, there was a good covering of thicker bushes on the sides and at the back except for the little winding entrance. At what could be called the front there were bushes of a lower height providing a good view out over the side of the mountain, you could even recognize figures seated or standing in some of the other picnic areas, mind you , you could not really tell much about them, but if they were naked I believe it would be discernable. As to them looking back up at us , well if one was standing upright on the picnic table perhaps they might be noticeable, I doubted if any one would be able to tell if you were dressed or not.
My wife having finished her round came back to I thought help Mary Jane get her body up onto the table top, when suddenly my wife cried out calling Mary Jane a wanton bitch, telling her she couldn’t believe what ever she had done my wife called it disgusting , then I heard her telling Mary Jane she was going to pay dearly for her lack of control. With all that said I watched in amazement as Mary Jane was turned around and pushed face forward on to the picnic table top. She was calling out telling my wife that she was sorry, so sorry but could not help it, she did not want to be punished, she would be a good girl, she would do what ever it took to amend the situation, but she did not what to be punished.
My wife grabbed hold of her still bound arms with one hand , pushed her down hard on to the table, crushing those beautiful soft tits of her. Then with her other hand she ripped Mary Jane’s pink panties from her body, baring her perky little bottom . Throwing the material off to the side, my wife began berating Mary Jane telling her that she was going to be spanked and spanked hard for peeing in her panties. Hell I thought all this was because Mary Jane’s excitement had gotten to her and she had cum while she was being led up the winding path not knowing if she had been seen. It never occurred to me that fear had gotten the better of her and she had wet herself. Just that thought caused my cock to harden to push against my slacks creating a huge uncomfortable bulge . I kicked myself for having missed seeing her piss herself, that would have been awesome.
My mind was busy trying to watch my wife , while trying to visualize Mary Jane letting a stream of hot yellow piss flow from her innards, through her panties and down her legs, was causing me difficulties. Finally I decided to concentrate on my wife and what she was putting Mary Jane through at that moment. She was bringing the flat of her hand down hard on Mary Jane’s prime round ass, the sound at the contact of the two body parts was sharp and loud, it was as though it echoed in the little secluded area we were in. Mary Jane cried out each and every time my wife’s hand made contact causing even me to flinch. My curiosity however got the better of me , so I moved closer to the action, where it became evident that my wife was not being gently with her spanks. Mary Jane’s little bottom jiggled each time her hand made contact, you could see the red marks of her hand, her fingers as they were spread over the two bare cheeks.
While I was not really counting the number of slaps that Mary Jane had taken, I lost count at twenty five and my wife was still going at it . I did notice, thinking it was very strange that the sounds Mary Jane was emitting were no longer screams of pain, but rather moans and groans more familiar to me as sounds of sexual intrigue. I could not believe it Mary Jane was now getting off from being spanked out here in the open picnic area she was actually mewing, or grunting. It looked to me like she was moving her own lower body, almost as though she was humping the picnic table. My wife also noticed this change in her behaviour, so she stopped her spanking , pulled Mary Jane off the table to a straight standing position and told her that she had better not cum or she would be sorry.
Leaving Mary Jane, my wife came over to me looking at my problem and commenting to the fact that perhaps something should be done about my seemingly uncomfortable situation. Now I had several ideas of how this could be done and who would be best suited to resolve the problem, but I said nothing , not wanting to upset my wife, if my choice was not quite what she had in mind. I really did not mind who or how my problem was going to be fixed, as long as some one was going to take care of it. After all I had been stimulated to such a point since we had arrived at the restaurant, and had no chance to do any thing about it since then, any solution was welcome as far as I was concerned.
To my delight my wife returned to Mary Jane and untied her arms, I figured that my wife had read my mind especially when she instructed her to go and undress her uncle. As Mary Jane walked I watched the tassels attached to her lovely nipples swing from side to side, it was certainly very erotic, I had not really seen anything like that before, not even my wife had worn tassels to excite me. Mary Jane unbuttoned my shirt, letting her hands travel over my chest, over my now hard erect nipples as she pushed at my shirt. She moved in closer, pressed her tasseled nipples against my chest as she eased the shirt up and off my shoulders. The afternoon still fairly warm, I could feel her cool breath as she blew it across my now naked skin. Once she had placed my shirt on the bench of the picnic table, she squatted down in front of me and attacked the task of undoing and slipping my shoes and socks from my body. It was quite evident she knew she was supposed to put on a show, as she arranged her body so that I could look down, down, past her firm breasts, past the tasseled nipples, down past her cute little belly button, down between her legs providing me with just the slightest glimpse of the beginning of her lovely crack.
Everything appeared to be building to a crescendo, I know I was having a difficult time controlling my own hormones, my cock was about to burst, not only on the scene out in the open, but burst it’s seed as well. Mary Jane perhaps knowing this all too well, moved herself around behind me , then reached around front and began undoing my belt and unzipping my slacks. Carefully, slowly, sexually she slipped the material of my slacks over my hips, past my rump and down my legs. Prodding me to lift one leg at a time Mary Jane left me standing there in my under-shorts ,my cock tenting the material straight out from my body as though it was going to punch through at any moment . The pressure on the head of my cock to say the least was irritating.
Just as Mary Jane was going to complete my wish, and pull my under-shorts down , releasing my tool, my wife stopped her. She was, to my great disappointment , told to come and undress her mistress. Need I relate how much pain I felt, standing there ready to explode at the slightest touch, watching Mary Jane sensuously . carefully, lovingly and slowly strip my wife as bare as she was. There were two lovely naked girls standing not five feet from me, making out none the less, kissing passionately, hugging, feeling grasping at one another. Their love making sounds finally got me to cry out asking about my relief. My wife called a halt to things , brought Mary Jane over to me , immediately she began to relate to me how after Mary Jane had watched us out on the porch, she had asked to be taught how to suck a man’s cock properly. My wife went on to tell me that while Mary Jane had participated in a bit of oral sex with several of her boyfriends, she had not felt she had gotten a good sense of how it should be done.
My wife said that now was the time she was going to show Mary Jane just how it should be done. With that said, she told Mary Jane to get down on her knees in front of me while she took a position behind me. My wife whispered in my ear telling me I was to be passive in my actions, to let my arms drop to my sides and she would take care of the rest, indicating that I would best do as she said if I wanted to reap all the benefits. Hey what was I going to do, I wanted to get off, sucked off, fucked off, or masturbated, I did not care at that point , I wanted to shoot my stuff anywhere, my ball sac was as tight as it had every been, my cock pulsating like never before.
My wife then instructed Mary Jane to slip her fingers in the elastic of my shorts , and ease them, not tug them downward . As a precaution so that the head of my cock would not get caught up in the material, Mary Jane was to bring her hands around and flatten them against the side of my cock with her thumbs held upwards, then she was to move the elastic with her thumbs, allowing the palms of her hand to rub along the shaft of my cock, until it allowed the head of my cock to become uncovered. Once Mary Jane placed the palms of her hands on my cock I thought I was going to loose it, but at that exact moment my wife reached around and pinched both my nipples , creating such a sharp pain that I forgot all about my cock for a moment.
When Mary Jane had the material of the shorts over my cock it became very loose and was easily let down my legs and off my feet. Now there we were, three bare naked people standing out in this public area, the heat of the sun’s rays still engulfing us in a solid warmth. I wanted to poke forward and set my cock into Mary Jane’s mouth, but any movement I attempted was halted immediately by my wife , telling me to be patient.
Then the lesson began, my wife instructing , not quite showing, Mary Jane on how to proceed . It was perhaps a big more exciting this way , because I could hear exactly what was going to be done , then I was able to feel it being done. Mary Jane had a beautiful long slender tongue. She was first told too hold my cock firmly , but delicately, and extend her tongue to the little piss hole in front. To ease the tip of her tongue in that opening and flick it . Then she was told to lick the bulging pick head, like a popsicle, to lick all around, concentrating on the underside. Following this she took the head into her mouth clamping her lips around it and rubbing them back and forth over the soft stretched skin.
Man did I want to push forward when the head passed her lips, I wanted to push right in through to the back of her head . I was more than ready to blow, but each time I forgot my place and started to move on my own , my nipples were pinched by my wife. Mary Jane proceeded to lick my whole cock, to reach out and take my ball sac, inserting one ball and a time in her mouth and wiggling it around . She played special attention to the underside of my cock, to the manly hairs of my pubic area , stroking her little fingers gently through them . My wife then had her take my cock into her mouth, a bit at a time, each time easing her mouth further along it’s length. Now I am not equipped like some of you readers, but I am equipped with a nice clean cut rod, perhaps six or six and a half inches long,. A working piece that can be engulfed without too much difficulty, but the first time requires a bit of practice. This of course was what Mary Jane was getting, practice, and she was doing very well I must say, she had me very close to cutting loose several times, and I most likely would have, had my wife not circumvented the feeling with her pinching my nipples.
How long did this practice run on , I cannot remember, but it was certainly an enjoyable time that was spent. As Mary Jane appeared to get the hang of things, I watched my wife reach around and place her hands on Mary Jane’s head I had seen her do this before , she was using me again as a phallus. She bumped and ground her cunt into my back side as she pulled Mary Jane’s head along my cock with an increased tempo, just like any man would do had he been given the opportunity, My wife was busy fucking Mary Jane’s mouth with my cock oblivious to my needs or pleasure. It was her and Mary Jane completely enveloped in their own little program, both of them grunting and groaning, rocking to their own rhythm. Suddenly I heard my wife call out telling Mary Jane to stick a finger up my ass and push it in as far as she could. Well that did it . gobs and gobs of my seed shot out of my rod and down into Mary Jane’s throat, filling her mouth full . A release that I had being waiting for quite a while, a release that I had needed now for some time, a release like no other I had had in a long time. It was my turn to shake, rattle and roll, and I did, my wife allowing me all the freedom to hang on to Mary Jane’s beautiful head of locks and pump the seed from my body.
Once I stopped shaking Mary Jane was told to keep my cock in her mouth , to continue sucking, and massaging it with her tongue, until it shrunk to a size where it would simply slip from her mouth. That accomplished she was told to bathe it with her tongue making certain that no residue what so every remained . I do not know to this day if my wife realized the situation she was placing Mary Jane in when she instructed her to complete this task. Having Mary Jane continue to work my cock, her delicate fingers moving it up, down all around, licking at it with her wonderful tongue, caused an enormous pressure to build with in my bladder. I began to speak, I wanted to say something, to warn of a potential problem, but my wife told me to be quiet, to allow Mary Jane the privilege of learning the lessons she need to know. I began to wonder if indeed my wife knew what I was talking about , so I began once again to protest, I even tried to move Mary Jane out of the way. When my wife saw that, she punched my arm telling me to behave myself and let the natural flow of things work themselves out. Mary Jane was surprised when my cock swelled in her hands, growing to the length that she had first taken in her mouth . As she began to back off a bit my wife told her to sit on the ground in front of me, spread her legs wide and lean back supporting her body with her arms.
No sooner than Mary Jane had placed her two hands on the ground to support her upper body, and looked back up at me, I let loose with a stream of hot golden piss. Mary Jane certainly did not know what had hit her, she opened her mouth to scream I would imagine and got it filled with my piss. I covered her body soaking her tassels, hitting her breasts, her belly, her cunt which was spread wide. Mary Jane froze like a deer caught in the head light of a car coming head on not able to move out of the way of the deluge.

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Scarlett’s Fingers

An oldie, from 2012. Originally, I’d published this at Literotica, but my old account there is now deleted along with my earliest few stories. I’ll be republishing them here, except for maybe one.

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Grandpa’s Journals: The Cowgirl’s Confidence, Partr 2

The sun rose the next morning just as it always does, in the East at around 6:30 in the morning to a cloudless sky. The mountains gave off a pinkish glow from the sunlight splashing off the snow covered peaks of the Three Sisters, just miles away from Sisters, Oregon and the home of my son’s ranch just on the edge of the Willamette National Forrest. As my grand daughter came out to tend her horses, she walked with a special step to her stride. It was one of pride and confidence for she had, on the previous night, let herself turn all of her anger over her looks aside and had fulfilled something that she didn’t know that she had in her. She had stimulated herself into a marvelous orgasm and she had done it in front of me, her loving grand father.
I had watched from my perch just outside of her window and even though she had turned off the light to her bedroom, I could still make out, under the glow of the of a full moon, the white image of her naked body as she felt, fondled and stimulated herself into a full fledged orgasmic release. It wasn’t her first one but it was her best, most intense one that she had ever had. She no longer felt like the Ugly Duckling of the family. She felt, and rightly so, sensual and desirable to the opposite sex. She felt beautiful, she felt alive.
I heard her singing loudly to her horse and its foal and I wondered if they knew just how wonderful she felt this morning. I didn’t even know the extent of her joyousness until I joined her at the barn and she came up and gave me a rather seductive hug and kiss right on my lips.
“Wow,” I whistled out loud. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”
She just stood there, looking up into my eyes starring, smiling and almost laughing at my question. “I woke up this morning feeling like a real woman, for the first time in my life, I wanted to get up and shout it out to the world. I am a woman and I am beautiful and nothing can take that away from me!” she said with so much enthusiasm that I honestly believed her when she said it. She gave me another hug and then said, “And I have you to thank for feeling this way.”
“Me? What did I do?” I asked incredulously.
“When you touched my legs at the ice cream parlor yesterday I knew right then that you thought that I was beautiful, that I was desirable, that you wanted to touch me, to caress me, to love me. I knew right then that no matter what I thought of myself, that you thought I was worth looking at. And if my grandpa thought so then maybe someone else would think so also,” she explained.
I thought of what she was so excited about for a minute and then said the only thing that I could think of at the time, “I think so, Susan honey,” I said with a tear in my eye. “I think that you are beautiful.”
We finished with her chores and walked back to the house hand in hand. Susan thought for a second and then told me that she had to go into town this morning and she didn’t want me to join her. I thought that this was rather strange but told her that I had some stuff to do over in Bend so I would see her this afternoon and turned to go into my rig. I wondered what she had on her mind but I decided that I would find out if and when she wanted to tell me.
The rest of the week flew by. Thursday was the big day for Susan to get her braces out and she spent the entire afternoon having her cavities filled before her graduation on Friday. I had talked with my son about the Lasik procedure that I wanted to give her for a graduation present and although he said it was too much money, gave me his blessing to go ahead and make all of the arrangements. I scheduled it for the middle of June and filled out an envelope with a note inside to give her on the evening of her graduation. She knew that I was thinking about it because I had accompanied her to the local eye doctor but she had no idea I had finalized the procedure.
On Friday around 2:30 in the afternoon, she had her hair styled and when I saw her come out into the living room of the house, I almost started to cry she looked so marvelously beautiful. Her fresh clean smile was no longer distracting to the onlooker and her long curly red hair had a soft, shorter wave to it and it was much more attractive than it use to be. She wore a nice green dress that made the color in her face stand out and shout, “Hey, look at me because I’m beautiful!” and all of the rest made me want to bust my seams with pride.
Even her brother and father took notice of the changes in her appearance but her mother’s reaction was priceless. After looking at her daughter for a moment, studying her up and down, she said, “Where was I when you became so beautiful?” and broke down into tears.
The graduation went off without a hitch. Everyone yelled and cheered when their senior came across the stage to receive their diploma. Some people had more than one group cheer them on but when it came time for Susan to get hers, there was a strange murmuring fill the room as you could hear the whispers asking who this beauty was.
I did not cheer nor did anyone else. Every eye in the place was following her as she walked across the stage yet no one knew who she was. I wanted to cry I felt so bad for her but the look on her face told me that it didn’t matter to her one bit,. so as she got the diploma from the principal, I stood up and chapped and shouted out at the top of my lungs, “Way to go Susan, I love you!” She stared at me with a big grin on her face as it turned an instant shade of crimson.
That night I was so anxious to go to her window and wait for her to disrobe for me. I looked at my watch and it said that it was past 10:30, in fact it was almost 11:00 o’clock. Just as I was about to give up and walk away, the light came on in her room and I saw my pajama clad grand daughter walk over to her dresser and pull something long and thin out of little tube and place it right by the night stand. It was a tampon and that told me there was not going to be any shows for a week or so.
It was just as well because the temperature turned down right hot for the month of June. It rose to near 100 during the afternoons and it didn’t cool down until much later in the night. Susan had had her eye surgery and had come through it fantastically. She now looked so beautiful without the glasses that my heart skipped a beat every time my own eyes made contact with hers.
My son and Brandon took their horses over to the Triple J to board them over there while my daughter-in-law traveled to San Francisco to attend a protest over some poor, little heard of animal or insect or something. That left us to ourselves, all alone at their ranch to do whatever we wished.
It was the middle of July when Susan came over to my rig one evening and knocked at my door. She sheepishly asked if I wanted to go for a walk and talk a little. I told her “Sure,” and wondered what she had on her mind. We hadn’t done much since graduation as far as really being with each other. I didn’t feel invited to come to her window at night and we never got a chance to be alone much with her mother around so much. But now she was asking me to go for a walk and to talk, so I had hopes for a rekindling of feelings between the two of us.
We walked along in silence for awhile, just enjoying the evening’s warm breeze. She said that she had been so busy lately with the horses and all and I told her that I had been also, but I didn’t try to explain what I was doing in town all the time. But when she ask me if I remembered back in June when she went into town and told me that I couldn’t come with her, well, she said that she had gone to the family doctor to get on the pill and that now she had been on them for over a month. She stopped and looked up at me, right into my eyes and asked, “Will you make love with me Grandpa? Will you show me what it’s like?”
I was dumbfounded, I was in shock at the question but I was turned on as hell with excitement. “Are you sure you want me to teach you about sex?” I asked her with doubt in my question.
She continued to look into my eyes as she just nodded her head yes and said, “Uh huh.”
“I got you something, it’s just a little present that I picked up in town the other day just in case we ever had the opportunity to go, ah you know, be alone together, kind of on a date or something. I’ll give it to you when we get back to my rig and if you seriously want to know if I would make love with you, the answer is in the present. My God, Susan, I‘ve hate to admit it but I’ve thought of nothing else since I saw you that night when you turned off your lights and, well, you know.”
She just turned down her eyes and whispered, “I know. I wanted to tell you this for over a month but I wanted to wait until I was sure that they were working. The Doctor said to wait for a full month before, ah, having relations so it had been a month now so when do you want to do it?”
“Let’s take it slow and naturally,” I said, trying hard to hide my enthusiasm. “How about we go back to my rig, I can give you my present and we can take it from there. Maybe we’ll do it tonight, maybe we’ll wait until tomorrow night,” I told her.
“Or maybe we’ll do it both nights?” she asked with smile on her face.
I laughed at her joke and bend down and gave her a big kiss on her lips. She responded to this show of affection with her arms around my neck, jaw extended, open mouth kiss right back as we melted into each others arms. I was pulling her so hard into me that I worried that I might hurt her tender little waist line but as she sighed in between kisses and pressed her hips into mine, my hands grabbed her by the butt and I pulled her off the ground. In doing so, she swung her legs around my waist and pressed her crotch into my groin area, kissing me as hard as she possibly could.
We were so turned on when we broke off the passionate groping of our bodies and walked back to my rig that I had trouble knowing what to do or to say. Stopping her outside, I went on in to retrieve my gift for her and when I came back out with the box, I told her to go back to her room, take a nice cleansing shower and put on the outfit that I had purchased for her. When she was ready, she was to come on back out and we would see where it led us.
She got a devilish grin on her face as she took the box under her arm and fairly flew back to the house to follow my instructions. I nervously took a quick shower of my own as I put on some nice clean clothes and settled down to wait for her to return. I wanted a drink but decided that I would refrain just this one time because I wanted to make sure that I had a full remembrance of this evening.
I waited and waited for her return while fidgeting with my shirt and trousers. I ran back into my rig to change my shirt back to the more casual one that I put on in the first place and was coming back out wondering if I should go back in and change it back when she stepped around the corner of the 5th wheel and I detected the softness of the flowing dress that she was wearing.
The dress looked absolutely fabulous on her and I got an instant hard on just looking at her wearing it. The white, soft cotton blouse was loosely cut into a peasant’s style that came down over the shoulders and was held up by the elastic band running through it and her breast line. The delicate embroidering on the two inch collar that covered her breasts had eyelets sown into the fabric and softly hung over the breasts accentuating the smooth flowing shoulders of the wearer.
The full, flowing skirt was made from yards of the same material with the eyelets embroidered into the lower third of the calf length garment and it swished around her legs as she walked. But as she crossed in front of the setting sun, I saw the best of my purchase in the matching panties that I detected her wearing underneath the flowing dress. My heart skipped a beat as she twirled around, sending the hem of the skirt flying outward and showing off her white delicately tapered legs.
She grinned at me with excitement as she stopped her spin and then held out her arms and asked, “Well, what do you think?”
“I think you look fantastic!” I said. “But the question is, what do you think?”
She came over to me to put her arms around my waist as she looked straight up in my eyes. Resting there with her crotch pressed into mine she said in low sexy voice, “It makes me feel all warm and sensual, like I’m trying to be as sexy as I can be. Those little embroidered panties really turned me on just looking at them and to wear them just for you, well…”
I gulped a breath of air as I tried to visualize them on her beautiful little body but my mind was too busy to recall the vision back from my memory so I just smiled and gave her a big hug. She asked me if I wanted to take her for another walk in the sunset and I indicated that I would like that so we slowing walked arm in arm towards the setting sun as we both tried to get control over our emotions.
As we walked towards the mountains and the setting sun behind them, I placed my hand on her shoulder and caressed it softly as well as her neck. She cuddled into my touch and then reached up with her hand and placed it right on top of mine and gave it a little squeeze. I rubbed her back briefly as I took my hand away again to purposely feel for a bra but my fantasies were realized when I felt only flesh under the blouse.
She looked up into my eyes as if to say, “I’m not wearing one,” and gave me a little smile of knowing. I almost melted right there as we slowly came to a halt. She turned in front of me and I had to ask her, “Susan Honey, would you do your ol’ grandpa a favor? Would you stand right there in front of the sunset, spread your legs a little and pick up your collar so I can see you better?”
She just smiled a nervous sort of smile, bit down on her lower lip and picked up the collar on the blouse of her dress. She very slowly separated her legs to let the sun shine through and expose my eyes to the most wonderful treat. I took my time to inspect every little aspect of the silhouette of her wonderful body, its fullness, its shape and its tantalizing whiteness as it shown under the shade of the dress. I could make out the image of her nipples as they began to stand out from her pink areolas. I could barely see the matching eyelets that adorned the panties that covered her most sacred area as she started to squirm under my scrutiny. I then held out my hand and said to her softly, “Let’s go back to the 5th wheel and get comfortable.”
We walked back to my RV in silence for the most part and I let my hand wandered down to rest on her hip and waist area. I could feel the bareness of her soft skin and then I felt the firmness of elastic line of the waistband so I ran one finger around on the edge for about an inch on either side and got terribly turned on just thinking of this evening.
As we got back to the rig, I let my hand trail down as she stepped up to enter the 5th wheel and I lightly touched her hip and her rear end. I got this strange sensation of need from deep within my soul but I knew that I should go slowly, very slowly and tenderly. This was her big moment and I didn’t want to do anything to spoil it. So I stepped up and entered after her and followed her into the living quarters of the rig. There I stopped her and as she turned around I pulled her close and put both arms around her shoulders.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked her tenderly.
“I think so,” she answered in a soft little voice.
“Do you want to talk or have a Coke or anything?” I asked, suddenly felling like a young teenager on his first date.
She just smiled and shook her head “no” and then took me by the hand and led me towards to bedroom. I followed her into the room and when we got there, standing right in front of the closet mirror, I put my hands on her shoulders and started to give her a gentle yet firm massage. Looking into my eyes through the refection, she gave me a smile as she almost closed her eyes in appreciation.
I was kneading her shoulders with my firm hands and she was really enjoying the stimulation that I was causing her muscles but when I lowered my touch down to her chest area and inserted them under the opening to her top, she ceased her breathing and opened her eyes for just a second before moaning out loud and re-closing her them.
My hands found her skin to be lusciously soft and tender as they went down the inside of her blouse. But as they reached her full, firm breasts and settled right on top of them, I also had to remember to let out my air that I had been holding before I started getting light headed.
I found her nipples with my fingers and stopped to twist and pull on them just a little before taking all of her breasts into my palms. She had her head back on my shoulder with her eyes tightly closed, enjoying every second of the manual stimulation that I was affording her, as they cradled into each hand. I would heft them gently by bouncing them up and down but when I gripped them firmly into my grasp and pressed them flat against her chest, she opened her mouth and gave out a mighty groan of pleasure, letting me know what a glorious feeling I was bring to her.
I slid the elastic neckline of the peasant’s blouse down around her elbows, exposing her ripe breasts to my eyes and even more to my manual assault. She opened her eyes just long enough to observe my hands on her breasts and a quick glance up into my eyes before she leaned her head back into my shoulder and closed them once again to feel the firm groping of her beautiful full breasts. They were superb in every way imaginable; so soft, so firm and so white because of her fair complexion. But as I continued to massage them, I began to crave her more and more.
I began to kiss her neck as my hands continued with their work. She was staining her chin upward, opening her throat up to my oral assault. I began to remove her arms from the blouse of her dress, urgently pulling it down and thrusting her arms through the gaping holes until the blouse fell down to her waist where it gathered in a heap. Now she was bare from the waist up and I was devouring her with my eyes.
Feeling the freeness of the cool night air on the skin on her bare chest, she turned around and greeted me with her hips pressing into my groin as she threw her arms around my neck and drove her body into mine. She ground it into me as I ground back into her while I walked her back to the bed and gently laid her down. I kept her in my arms and softly lay down on top of her. She moaned out loud in between our kisses as I drew up my knee up to place it directly on her crotch.
She was kissing me hungrily now with the passion that was building inside of her as I was frantically trying to undo the buttons on my shirt. She opened her eyes and helped me with this endeavor and soon had it flying to the floor while fidgeting with my belt buckle. This time it was I who succeeded in opening up my pants and it was I who soon had them sliding down my legs and onto the floor. Now, looking down at her bare chest and those two perfectly giggling masses, I threw myself down upon them and took them deep into my mouth.
Gripping one in my tight fist with just the areola and her nipple protruding out between my fingers, I licked and chewed on that spot as she thrust up her chest to feel the thrill that I intended. I was mad with my lust for this girl and I was starting to build up to a gigantic orgasm when I suddenly stopped and told myself that this wasn’t for me but for Susan. I had to control myself and make this all about her and her desires. I had to slow down.
I got up to my knees and slid my underwear down and off of my legs. I looked down at my grand daughter lying there on my bed, naked from the waist up with the skirt of the wonderfully soft sexy dress that I had bought for her riding up her white trim legs. One was bent at the knee and was placed outward and the other one was spread out slightly. I could see her pale white skin show through the skirt and as she slowly opened her eyes to see what was next, I extended my hand out and down to rest it right over her bent knee onto her inner thigh and start the slow process upward to find the junction between the two.
Gathering the skirt up in a ball as my hand made its way up between her legs, I could see her two white thighs slowly come together into a “Y” as they met at the white cotton panties. The matching embroidered eyelets in the underwear allowed a few tuffs of red public hair to stick through the openings and I gained even more excitement from this exposure. My heart was beating rapidly just hearing her pant out her breaths and her hands clutched at the covers on the bed. As I touched her right on the junction, she cried out loud and sucked in on her tummy as she threw her legs widely apart.
I cupped her warm, moist place with my hand and pressed my fingers in between her legs as she continued to squirm out her approval. Rubbing the crotch of the panties right into the moisture was causing a stain laden spot to form on them as I moved my other hand up the outside of her hip, taking the rest of the skirt up to gather at her waist. Then, with both of my hands, I gathered up the entire dress into my hands, pulled the elastic waistband over her hips and down her legs, and soon had it lying in a pile right next to the one of mine.
Looking back up at her two straight white legs, then up to the vision of her two beautiful breasts and the distance between the two that was separated only by a thin covering of cotton fabric, my heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat at the thought that I was soon be doing to and with this beautiful grand daughter of mine. I almost shed a tear of gratitude just thinking about it.
I leaned over and crawled up between those two legs, up until I was resting on my knees right at her wide spread knees, all the while, never taking my eyes off of the prize that was waiting for me. I reached out my hand and placed it right on her crotch once again and started to rub my fingers along her little slit, back and forth until she gasping for air and groaned out her excitement. As I continued to fondle her beautiful pussy through her panties, the moisture began to flow out of her opening and the aroma was more than I could take.
Reaching up to her waistband and pulling down on the panties, I started the long progress down over her hips and down her slim legs. She raised her knees and I slid them over her backside and off of her feet. Her red bushy pubic mound stood brilliant against her lily white thighs but as I placed her legs on either side of my knees, I knew that I had to taste her wonderful, wet pussy and taste it soon. Taking her by the knees with both hands, I spread her out and placed my face directly down on her hot little cunt.
She erupted when I first placed my tongue in between her lips, crying out loud, “OH MY GOD GRANDPA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
I slid my tongue up to taste her little nubbin and that brought out another cry of ecstasy. She was thrashing her hips wildly up and down and to and froe in a panic to get away from the stimulation that I was forcing upon her. But suddenly, she dug in her heels and started raising her hips up in a rhythmic motion that told me that now was the time.
I worked my knees up to where they were resting just at her butt with my rock hard cock sticking straight out at her opening. Placing it right between her lips, I nestled it into contact with her vagina and slowly pressed forward. She held her breath as it started into its journey up between her reluctant outstretch vaginal muscles, deep into her womb where no one had ever ventured before. As it reached its full depth and stopped, she let out her breath and mumbled, “Oh Grandpa, it feels so good.”
I told her that I was glad and I wanted it to be good for her and that I would try to control myself but at that very moment, I could feel my loins start to give off that tale-tale sign of an impending orgasmic release and I knew that I had to hurry if I was going to get her off too. I withdrew it to its length and then reversed myself and rammed it home with meaning this time.
She grunted loudly but threw herself into my movement. She wasn’t used to having something rammed up into her vagina but she took to it almost instantly. She griped the covers into her two hands, spread her legs out wide and started ramming her hips up to meet my every thrust. As she built up to her release in a few more short thrusts from both of us, we jointly spewed out our fluids at the same time as we rocked the 5th wheel almost off of its stands.
Over and over she cried out at the top of her lungs, “OH GOD GRANDPA, I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, PLEASE OH PLEEAASSSEEEE!” She arched her back and had one of the greatest orgasms that I have ever witnessed. She strained her hips skyward and accepted my every thrust deep within her aching vagina and every ounce of my spitting sperm as it shot out of my rock hard cock.
We both came down from our adventure into a state of exhaustion and slumber. I couldn’t remember being so turned on in my life, except for when I was with Lori a few months ago and I only hoped for this feeling would replay itself many more times before I had to leave. I settled down into my love’s arms to rest and to reflect. I felt so much love for her and then she whispered into my ear, “I love you Grandpa, I really do love you.”

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When In Rome – 07

Author’s NotesI’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I’m still writing. I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :]
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________[u]CASSIUS[u]
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.
Everything was so new to her, so exciting. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of.
Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were. Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry. “It’s better than I’d dreamed of.”
He laughed as he led her over the stall. “Come, meet Agnes.”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius. One was Callia. Agnes was the other. He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand. She had to be at least seventy years old. She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.
“Cassius.” Agnes beamed at him. “Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.”
He laughed. “This is Callia. My sister.”
“Ohh.” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie. “Well, she is as pretty as the men all say. I didn’t expect her to be so.. Small. Pretty little runt, though. Hello, then, child. Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall. Her eyes were wide as she examined everything. “I’ve never seen the market before.”
“You should see this one, child. Look.” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius. “The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes. Never seen a stone like this before.”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes. She was trying to be kind. Well, be kind and make a sale. She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring. It pissed him off.
Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring. Agnes had been right. It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.
“Well, try it on.” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.
“Let’s see.” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it. “Perfect fit. How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light. She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes. “But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.”
Fuck Lykos. Callia had nothing. She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned. She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her. He could give her this.
Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.
“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand. “One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.
When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.
“I’ll hold it for you. Keep it around my neck until we leave here.”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.
They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.
He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.
“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming. Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. “Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword. Slowly. Calmly.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.” Callie spoke up from behind him. “His wife is Julia. She was my friend before she got sold. She came from Britain like my mother.”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.
“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.” Titus didn’t even look at her. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Callia, stay.” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie. “I don’t know who is in the woods.”
He watched Titus. The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were ringed with black circles.
“I just want her home, Cassius. I won’t say a word.” His jaw clenched. “You can kill as many fucking whores as you want. Just let my wife go.”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled. “You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes. I know who you are.” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady. He looked terrified. “If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now. Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted. He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it. “What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken. Rope on the bed. Blood and.. Blood and cum on the sheets.”
Cassius paused. “When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.”
She could still be alive. Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.
“Put your sword away. I don’t have your wife.” He shook his head, irritated. “I’ve got to take Callia home. Meet me in the center of the market at midnight. I’m going to catch this bastard. Work with me. Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded. “If this is a trick. If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.”
“You can try.”
*[u]CALLIA[u]
She knew the look on his face.
He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head. His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh. Her tongue darted across her lips. She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed. The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body. His eyes never left hers. His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second. She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face. She froze. She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest. She knew that look, too. Surely he wasn’t..
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes. They soaped her again as her brother watched. Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried. The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling. Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over. He would beat her tonight. She knew it without him having to say it. She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment. There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand. It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye. She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed. Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him. She wanted him to take what was his. Her. She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her. His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it. His fingertips dug into her flesh. “Don’t speak unless given permission. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.” His hand closed tighter. “Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes, Dominus.” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her. Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath. She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her. She couldn’t look at it. He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through. He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life. She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt. She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it. This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could. She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes. He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there. Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty. Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could. But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh. She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her. He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan. She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board. He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.. To his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his. He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear. She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck. “Speak.”
This was it. Her first beating since.. But it was Cassius. She could do this. She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.”
He stepped away, and left her there. She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath. Tightened her muscles. Everything the rational side of her knew not to do. But the hit didn’t come. He was silent and she couldn’t see. She didn’t count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. She barely breathed.
The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadn’t touched her skin, but she cried out anyway; her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didn’t speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she hung there, helpless and restrained.
The whip sounded again, and her entire body tensed again to brace for the impact. The sound seemed closer this time, but there was no pain. He hadn’t hit her. But he would. She just didn’t know when. That frightened her more than knowing it was coming. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the heat on her cheeks.
Anxiety tightened in her chest. She could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart; could think of nothing but the sound of the cracking whip and the memory of what her father’s whip had felt like as it split the skin on her back. She felt her tears seeping into the blindfold.
When the third crack rang out and still did not touch her skin, she sobbed out loud. He’d commanded her not to speak, but that was alright because she couldn’t form words.
She lost track of the cracks that didn’t make contact with her flesh, until she could no longer hear them over the roar of her heart in her ears and the sounds of her sobs. She shook violently, the belt digging into her skin, until she could barely hold herself upright on her feet.
When his whip finally cracked her skin, it was almost a relief. The pain of reality didn’t compare to the pain she’d been imagining in her mind and she gasped in a shaking, ragged breath. It may not have been as hard as she was prepared for, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Fire spread across her back in a razor thin line and she gagged as she remembered what she had felt like at her father’s mercy when she’d felt the first trickle of hot blood running from one of the cuts on her back. The room she was in should have smelled like soap, lotion, firewood and Cassius. But her mind refused to let her smell anything but metal and blood and sweat.
By the third crack of the whip on her back, the ropes around her wrists felt like metal cuffs.
By the fifth, she could smell the spicy scent of the perfume her father wore.
By the tenth, she was quiet and sagging against her restraints – numb, out of focus; living in a perfect recreation of what she considered her own personal Tartarus. It was all in her mind, and she was left there reliving phantom whip strikes long after the room had went silent. Long after she’d been untied.
Nothing made sense to her, if it registered at all. The soft thing beneath her body. The strong, warm things around her waist. That vaguely familiar voice talking to her from so far away.
The world was still black.
*[u]CASSIUS[u]
His hands were shaking as he laid his little sister on the bed. He couldn’t take off her blindfold – not yet. Because for all the tears in her eyes, there were more in his.
He felt nauseated.
He was sure she had thought he lost control. He hadn’t. Every second of what he’d done to her, the sensory deprivation, the fear, the mind-fuck of whipping empty air just because it would terrify her.. He’d done it on purpose. She was in her “dark place” now, something he’d only seen very few times because he’d quickly learned how to avoid it.
And today he’d used that knowledge to take her there intentionally. But not for the reasons she would think.
He’d been beaten. Dozens, maybe a hundred times. He understood it and he understood Callia. This trip, this.. Descent into her own world of personal torment was inevitable.
Tomorrow she would go back to work, and any man who could pay the price could beat her in any fashion they chose. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But eventually it would have come to this. And Callia would be in this helpless state, completely at the mercy of a stranger who didn’t see her as a girl, a person. Someone who saw her as a toy. This unresponsive, broken shell would more than likely enrage whoever paid for a willing slut. There was no telling what would be done to her then.
But if he was the one to take her there.. He could control how she was brought out of it. He could care for her, make her feel safe.[/]
He kissed her forehead as he untied her blindfold. She blanched, squinted up at blankly for a second before she averted her eyes. Her body tensed, and tried to struggle out from under him. He lifted his arms, watching warily to see what she would do. His chest ached as she stumbled to the edge of the bed, and he reached out to grab her, but he wasn’t fast enough.
She fell sideways off the side of the mattress and landed hard on the floor. Her little brain didn’t even seem to register that as she pulled herself up onto her knees. In a perfect little slaves’ pose.
He crept toward her slowly, so as not to startle her. He sat next to her and pulled her body into his chest. She didn’t fight him, but every inch of her body was tensed as he pulled her into his lap. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her tight against his chest, pressed kisses against the top of her head. He whispered softly to her as he stroked her head.
“Where are you right now, Callie?”
The tiny modicum of relaxation she’d gained vanished. She froze. “Right here, Dominus.”
“Look at me,” he sighed, and tilted her face to his. “Who am I, Callie?”
There was nothing in her eyes, no light. They were flat, near dead. Blank but for a small hint of confusion.
“You’re my master.”
“No.” He rested his forehead gently against hers as he cradled her body. “Look at me Callie. See me.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you desire from me, Domi-”
He silenced her with his lips on his and stood up with her in his arms. He laid her back on his bed and climbed on top of her, resting on his elbows.
“Tell me my name, my love.”
She shuddered underneath him, and when she spoke he could hear the tears in her voice.
“Cassius.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw. He laid his head in between her shoulder and chin. “Who am I, Cal?”
“Um.” She swallowed hard and he felt her turn slightly towards his. When he felt her body relax against his, just a little, a bit of the tightness in his chest eased. “My brother.”
“Yes.” His fingertips stroked her belly, and her head lulled back. “Where are you, Callie?”
“I-in your bed.”
“In [i]our bed,” he corrected. He moved back on top of her. She was coming back. Slowly, but his girl was in there somewhere. He could see that fire, that curiosity in her eyes. “Our bed, Callie.”
The ring, the one he’d bought her at the market, hung from his neck and rested just between her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Cassius.” She looked away. “I got scared.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her kisses weren’t soft, they were hungry. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit at her bottom lip, and her hips arched up against him. He pulled her up and rested her back against his pillows so that she was almost sitting upright.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her legs apart and laid between them. His eyes met hers when his mouth was just inches away from her cunt. “Watch me, Callie. Like I watch you.”
Even from here, he could see the dried tears on her face. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spread her legs wider and pressed his lips against her clit. He toyed with her cunt with his fingertips, but didn’t slide them inside. Not yet.
He trailed his tounge down from her clit to her hole and back up, watched her eyes almost close as her hips rocked up.
“Don’t close your eyes, Callie.”
He sucked hard at her clit, and heard her soft gasps. He watched her back arch as he finally slid a finger inside her cunt. She was always tight; her little cunt was perfect. Sweet and wet, and gripped his finger hard as he tasted her pussy. The taste of her cunt was something he couldn’t get enough of. He craved it. Now that he’d had her on his tongue he had no idea why he’d waited so fucking long to bury his face between his sister’s legs.
“Cassius?” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she pressed her hips up against his face. “I.. I n-need..”
He pressed a loud kiss against her clit. “Yes, my love? Tell me, sweet sister. What do you need?”
“I’m close. I’m.. Oh Gods,” she moaned out loud, her legs tightening against his hands. “I want to cum with your cock inside me, Cassius. Please. Fuck me.”
He sucked harder as she spoke, her words driving him half fucking mindless. She screamed as he slammed his finger inside her one last time. Yes, she was starting to shake for him.
He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream between his lips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. His fucking hand was shaking, body tight with the need to be inside her. But he teased her first, listened to her beg as he trailed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he teased, watching her tight little body writing underneath him.
Her eyes widened and she gaped up it him. “I love you cock. I need it. I want to feel it, Cassius, I want to feel it spread my little cunt open and pound inside. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum spill inside me.”
He slammed inside her before she’d even finished speaking, and she screamed as her hips back against him. She slammed up, meeting every single thrust. She slammed her cunt against him every bit as hard as he slammed his cock inside her, and it didn’t take long. Five thrusts, maybe six, before her words lost all meaning. She was still talking, but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying other than the occasional ‘please.’ He never slowed his pace. His little sister wanted his cock inside her when she came, and that was what she gave her. He drilled into that hot, tight little cunt even as it trembled around him, got even wetter than before. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep himself from following her.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he slowed his thrusts. Not to let her recover, but to let himself.
“Cassius?” She peered up at him through half lidded, confused eyes.
He buried his cock deep inside her and stayed there, barely rocking against her hips. “Yes, my love?”
She bit her lip and rocked her hips up against him with her little, freckled nose crinkled. What in the hell was she thinking so hard about.
Finally, the confusion lifted, just a little. “Well, I love cock.”
He couldn’t help it. He never laughed. No one ever made him laugh. But he collapsed on top of her, roaring. That’s what she’d been so confused about? He could feel her cunt squeezing around his cock, each laugh making him shake inside her. “Yes, dear sister. I know you love cock.”
“No, Cass-” She whined, and tried to stomp her foot – which was awkward and cute considering she was laying on her back. “Let me figure out what I’m trying to say.”
He was still laughing softly above her.
“Okay,” she blew out a breath, and rocked her hips against his like it was helping her think. “I know that you can love cock. You can love getting fucked. But.. Can you love a person?”
He froze, and every bit of the humor he’d seen in the situation melted away. His chest pounded, his stomach clenched tight with nerves as he stared down at Callia. He studied the quizzical expression of her beautiful little face.
“Yes, Callia.” He told her softly. “You can love a person.”
“Cass?” She pressed her hips against his and rocked them in small, satisfied circles. His sweet little sister stared up at him with his cock buried balls-deep inside her cunt and smiled. “I love you.”
Every muscle in his body tightened, hummed like a bowstring as he pulled out and pounded back inside her. His cock throbbed, ached, and so did he as he pounded inside her.
“Do you, Callia?” He didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “How much?”
“Even more than I love getting fucked.” She giggled beneath him between her sharp cries as her cunt took his cock.
His hand wrapped around her throat as he drove back inside her, and he watched her choking and bucking under him as he slammed his cock inside her. He lost himself in the thrusts, putting the full weight of his body behind every stroke. Her body rocked backward with each stroke, her head hit the headboard every time his balls slapped against her ass. He’d never fucked her quite this hard, never felt quite like this – this full bodied abandon as he tried to fuck past her cunt.. To fill her entire body up with his. He let go over her throat, pulled her legs up over his shoulder and focused on nothing but her screams and the way her body gripped him. He wanted to make her cum again, needed to hear her scream those words as they came together.
It didn’t take her long; that sweet little body started to shake under him. He bit at her calf as he held on trembling foot in his hand.
“Tell me again, Callie. Tell me when you cum on my cock.”
She grinned as her hands found the head board behind her, and she locked her arms out straight, pushing her body towards his. He filled her, and when her legs started to shake and he watched his little sister come with his cock inside her, screaming that she loved him.. He fucking lost it.
He wasn’t silent when he came either, not this time. He collapsed on her with a long, low growl as he filled her wet, shaking little cunt up with his cum. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her when she collapsed on top of her body.
His lips pressed up against her ear, and he whispered softly words that only she would ever hear from his lips.
“I love you.”

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