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The Last White Hope(Chapter 2)

This a fictional story about becoming President of our country. It sort of parallels our history and time line.
Chapter Two is about the Will & the Campaign
“I am going home to take a shower and change, I will be back here at 9:30 a.m. to pick you up for the reading of the will.” Lynn said to me, as she gave me a quick kiss and flew out the door.
I was in the lobby of the hotel, just as Lynn pulled up to the front door, at 9:30 a.m.. I walked over to her car and got in. I leaned over, and gave her a kiss. For a woman she is a good driver, and we got to the law office in fifteen minutes. I ‘m ushered into a large plush conference room.
There were a number of people in there, including Mr. Johnson. At 10:00 a.m., he called the reading of the will to order. It is a lengthy will, but getting to the meat of the will, I inherited the bulk of the estate, estimated at about 200 million dollars. The bulk of my inheritance consisted of stocks, bonds, oil wells, real estate, and office buildings.
Needless to say I was stunned by all of this. I had really no idea on how to react or what to do. Mr. Johnson took me over to my new office building, and introduced me to my staff. They ran me through the whole network of business that I controlled. It was not long, and I was in way over my head. I figure the best thing was to step back and let them handle the business, till I could figure out what role I should play.
It did not take me very long to realize the making 50 thousand a year, was a whole lot easier than being worth 200 million. You say wow you have all that money, how can you not be happy spending it. Well at age 50 I am sort of set in my ways, I don’t really fit in with the very rich. They sort of look down their noses at me, because I was not born a blue blood. I don’t fit in with my old crowd, because of my wealth, and they all figure I should help them out. It took a couple of years to get everything all straightened out.
Within a few months after the reading of the will, Joyce and I sold everything, and move down to Miami, to the mansion that was part of the inheritance. This place is huge, more than 10,000 sft of living space. It has a pool, spa, sauna, an executive par three golf course, and many other features in it. I have a membership at Doral Golf Resort. The kids were either in college or out on their own. Of course we helped them all out, giving them enough money to support themselves.
The corporation has a 150 feet long yachet, which is available to me, when I have a need for it. They also have a couple of corporate jets. I was finally getting into the swing of things in the corporate world, helping to run my vast empire.
It has been more than three years since the reading of the will, and the Presidential election was a hot topic. The first black, to run for that office was make progress out on the campaign trail. The election was a month away, and things were not looking real swift for the other candidate.
Most of us in the corporate world were scared shitless. We were afraid that the black candidate, might get elected. He has absolutely no experience on how to run either a government or a business, and very little dealings with other countries. But if the numbers are correct, then he will most likely by our next President.
The new President was elected, and the black candidate won, with 53% of the popular vote, and 2-1 margin, in the elector votes received. His newly elected Vice-President, was the wife of a former black Secretary of State. His cabinet was made up of a bunch of conies, who he owed favors to. All in all it looked like a really fucking mess in Washington.
He was bowing and apologizing to third world countries for the way our country has treated them. He was putting in programs that caused our national debt to skyrocket. He found ways to get around congress, by appointing sovereign individuals to run different programs.
Corporate America has trillions of dollars available to spend, but put it all on hold, till they could figure out just what was going on with this new administration. Meanwhile it was business as usual, with a lot of jobs going over seas. For which the present administration was helpless to stop.
Foreign governments are more business friendly, and the labor force is cheap. The American labor force has priced themselves out of the world marketplace. Products can be made cheaper, even with tariffs on them, than can be produced here in the United States. The bottom line for corporate America is profit, anyway that they can make it.
The new administration was doing just a horrible job. They were making policies that made no senses what so ever. There was a growing discomfort within middle America, as they could see who was going to foot the cost of these policies.
After two years of watching this buffoon run our country. I formed a committee to investigate the possibility of running for the Office of President. The main decision was to decide if I should run as an Independent, or under the opposite party of the current President. I was a little disappointed on some of the issue that the party was supporting. The final decision was to run as an Independent. It would be a very difficult task, to beat the other party’s candidate, and an incumbent President.
On January 2, 2011, I announced that I was running for the office of President, as an Independent candidate. Oddly enough there was very little media splash, about my announcement. I assembled a team, and set up a budget. My net worth was more than 600 million, and I put 100 million of my money up as collateral to the bank for loans I took out. The first few months we got our network setup and running. The first year was letting America get to know who I was. I did a lot of speech making, attended a lot of fund rasing dinners, and I attended a lot of conventions. The intent was to get my name known.
My wife Joyce supported me 100% on this endeavor, and accompanied me on many of these trips. She also did some campaigning on her own, to some of the various national woman’s functions.
The campaign donations and my initial investment, help to keep the campaign going. I need super pac money to help with the advertising. By the end of 2011, I was starting to receive a lot of support in the form of super pac advertising.
My whole campaign was based on Middle Class America (MCA), being abandon by the other two parties. MCA has been the back bone of the United States for the past 200 years, and now it has been pushed aside.
My main campaign pledges were to lower the size of the federal government by 10 percent. Too revised the tax code so all pay a fair share of taxes. To down size the Transportation department, and the Energy department.
The biggest to issues were lowering the national debt, and creating more jobs. How can you create more jobs, if you are reducing the federal government by 10 percent you say? Good question.
By creating more jobs in the public sector, the demand for better qualified employees should balance it self out, in theory. States will need more and better qualified employees to handle the added extra work they will be doing in place of the Federal Government.
I hammered these issues over and over, at each campaign stop. Finally the President took notice of me, with a couple of remarks in his press conferences.
“None of these ideas that are proposed by this Independent candidate will ever work.” He answered to one of the reporter’s questions. Which is odd, because a couple of these ideas were proposed by him, in the 2008 campaign.
It was Christmas time in 2011, and I took a few weeks off from campaigning. Nobody wants to hear for a candidate at this time of the year. Besides I needed the break to recharge my batteries.
I came home on a late Friday afternoon, and there was a strange car in the driveway. I spotted two glasses, and emptied wine bottle on the kitchen table. Oddly nobody was around. I could noise coming from upstairs. As I entered my bedroom, I almost gasped out loud.
There was my lovely wife getting her pussy eaten out by a blonde hair woman. I just leaned against the door and watched as Joyce was withering on the bed, and moaning in pleasure. Something about that woman was familiar, as her beautiful bubble ass stuck up in the air.
“Yesss Lynn lick my clit, I am about ready to cum honey, lick me harder right there.” I heard Joyce woofed in glee. Wow Lynn, now I remember that ass.
My cock was as hard as a rock, and I quickly stripped out of my clothes. My wife spotted me, smiled, and pointed to Lynn’s ass sticking up. I caught her drift right away. I climbed on the bed and mounted Lynn. She looked at me, smiled, and then returned to eating Joyce’s pussy, as she pushed back at me, implanting my cock deep into her dripping wet pussy.
After a few minutes I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and started to rub it around her star hole.
She wiggled that cute ass of hers at me, encouraging me to continue to fuck her anal hole. She relaxed and I invaded her star hole right up to my nuts. She was hot and it was like fucking a furnace pipe.
“Goddam Tom that feels so good, keep fucking my ass.” She gasps at me.
Joyce looks down to see me fucking Lynn’s ass, and the pleasure in Lynn’s face as I fuck her hot hole. Joyce would never let me fuck her ass hole. Maybe seeing this will change her mind. She grabs Lynn’s head and pushes back to her pussy, to have her continuing to eat her out.
“OOOhh shit I going too cum.” Lynn screams, “Ohhh fuck I’m cuming now.” She howls.
About that time I blast a load deep into her ass hole, and my legs weaken and I collapse on top of Lynn, who falls on top of Joyce. I am not sure if we all cumed at the same time, but there was sure a lot of panting going on. We rolled off Joyce gasping for air. I had a woman on each side of me as we dozed off, tired from all that exertion.
I woke up around 8:00 p.m., hungry. I disengaged myself from the women and got out of bed. Slip some clothes on and headed down to the kitchen. I grabbed the phone and ordered us a large pizza, and some special bread sticks. 40 minutes later the pizza arrived and I went up to the bedroom and got the girls up to eat. It was kind of erotic to eat pizza with two naked women.
It has been a year since I started the campaign, and the first year seems to go really well for us. There has been a couple of early polls, but they are not very accurate. The other party has yet to pick a candidate. A couple of the front runners are an India governor, and a Hispanic female senator. Once again MCA is left without a person who will represent them from the two main parties.
We put a big push the first three months of the year, and decided to take a week off over Easter. The next three months after Easter was extremely hectic. I seemed too everywhere at once. It was nice to have my own jet to move me around to the places I need to be. In a year and a half, I have been to every state but Alaska and Hawaii.
I was campaigning in Alabama, when I got a phone call, saying that there was an emergency at home, and I need to be there ASAP.

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Giving Boners to my mom’s boyfriend

Giving Boners to moms boyfriend
My name is Jerri. I guess it first started when I hugged my mom Sandy’s new boyfriend Bill, and I first felt his boner.
The thought of him getting a boner from being turned on by me, gave me a thrill that ran though my body. He had just brushed my wet hair. I sat between his legs on the couch. I loved this attention and had scooted back tight against him. He took a long time as my eyes drifted closed.
I fantasized about him kissing me and feeling me up. When he finally finished, I leaned back on him and I put his arms around me. I loved feeling of his big warm arms just touching the bottom of my tits. When we stood up, I quick hugged him. That’s when I felt his boner again, only now it was real big. We both froze. We were in our robes that morning and we just stood there. I enjoying the touching of his boner firm against my pussy. I moved my pussy slightly, he moved his boner slightly.
Our breathing increased, but not a word was spoken. We began to hold each other tighter, with just slight hand movements on our body’s. We heard mom get out of the shower. We quickly broke it off, and walked our separate ways.
I went my room and laid on my bed thinking about what a hot thrill I just got. I closed my eyes and could almost feel his hands still around me, and that warm boner pushing tight on my pussy. As I re-lived the event, I let my hand slightly rub my slit. It felt good so I continued. I began to hear my mom and him talking and giggling in their bedroom. I pictured her getting out of the shower naked, and him with that boner and what they must be doing.
I thought: “I gave him that boner, not you…mom!” She was getting the benefits of a boner I gave him. I felt a little pissed about it. I started hearing some moaning from mom. I put my fingers in my ears. ’I’ should be the one moaning, not her. I went back to rubbing my pussy. I felt really turned on by him, pissed about her, ….and myself….I was just felt left out.
I just knew they were probably fucking right now. I closed my eyes and pretended he was fucking ME, and not her. I slowly stuck three fingers in my pussy and imagined it was his big boner in me. I felt my tits like it was him, and then rubbed my clit firmly. It was turning out to be a intense wank for me. My pussy was really getting wet and I felt a orgasm coming. The harder I imagined him fucking me, the hotter I got. I kept it up until I gasp with a super orgasm, causing my body to shake. I moaned out a little. I laid there in splendor, catching my breath.
A knock at my door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me, Jerri.” Bill said.
“Come on in”, I said as I quick covered my self with my robe.
He came over and sat on my bed. I couldn’t help but gasp for breath. I had just orgasmed thinking of him fucking me, and now he sat on my bed and was almost touching my leg. I smiled an embarrassing smile and he smiled back. I know he saw my wet fingers and could see the slight trembling in them. He looked right at them. He could probably smell my sex, I know I could.
He thought….
(‘ …I came in to let her know I wasn’t trying to make a move on her this morning, but now…forget that….I think Jerri has just masturbated, I can just tell. She’s out of breath, wet fingers, and I smell the aroma of a pussy. I wonder what she was thinking about as she fingered herself. A boyfriend, movie star, or……maybe me? Change of plan…’)
I picked up her trembling hand and kissed it. She twitched when I did that. I could smell pussy on her fingers strong. I scooted closer to her face as her eyes went wide with excitement, like I was going to kiss her. I still held her trembling hand. I said: “Did you want pancakes?” She froze and didn’t answer, just stared deep in my eyes. Her lip quivered a little as she whispered: (“…yes please..”)
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He kissed my hand again. I had the jitters bad. He left. I almost had an orgasm again when he leaned close to me, holding my damp hand and whispered like that. He knew what was going on and was just teasing me. I liked it! I liked the attention, I liked the thought of him getting a boner over me. I wanted a lot more of his attention. To have him get a boner over me was giving me a new hot thrill. I wanted to give him more boners, and have him get turned on by me.
Bill is a very sexy man that just turns me on. Mom must not be making him very satisfied or he wouldn’t be getting boners over me. Maybe he secretly desires me over mom….I love the thought of that.
The rest of the day I could think of nothing else. I watched him walk around the house and always checked to see of he had a boner. I put on my skimpiest shorts, a low cut blouse with no bra. When mom was not around I sat on his lap, and ask him dumb questions. I would come up to him and hug him, pushing my pussy into his front firm. He always smiled very coy at me. I grabbed him in the hallway from behind. I felt his upper legs, all warm. He turned, picked me up, took me in my bedroom and laid me on my bed. He held my face as I gasp for air, He put his lips almost on mine.
My heart raced and my pussy tingled. Bill whispered: (“Were the pancakes good?”)…then got up and closed my door behind him.
Damn he made me hot again doing that!, and he damn well knew it!
My pussy was soaking wet and he was getting a laugh teasing me…grrrrr.
I waited for an opportune time.
I found some ear plugs for night time. I could not stand to hear them make even the slightest noise fucking!
I thought of something. I ask him to take me down to buy some new wheels for my skates. I knew mom was busy doing something and wouldn’t want to go.
We went and looked at all the wheels and stuff as I leaned on him, rubbed on him and held his arm and hand like a boyfriend. I saw no boner. He put his arm around me and felt my back up and down, and I got wet! I was getting nowhere giving him a boner, but he was instead making me hot.
I told him I decided to just keep the wheels I had. I laid my head in his lap as we drove home, I said I had a little headache. I finally felt it. A slight boner on the side of my head. I started moving my head around to tease his cock. It got bigger. He stopped the car in our driveway. Mom’s car was gone. He rubbed my head to ease my fake headache. His fingers gliding through my hair. Now I could really feel his boner and even feel the heat from it. He leaned down, softly kissed me on the cheek and whispered: (“..I better take you in and put you in your bed.”) I got a pleasure shock in my pussy.
He got me out of the car and held me tight as we went in the house. As soon as we were in the house, he picked me up and carried me. I loved the smell of his aftershave as I snuggled my head against his chest. He stopped and read a note mom had left. He whispered: (“…looks like your mom won’t be home till about 11pm.”)
It was now 2 in the afternoon.
He took me to my bedroom and gently laid me on my bed.
He got on top of me. I got the jitters in my tummy and pussy. He put his hands on the sides of my head and started rubbing my head. He whispered: (“..This ought to make that headache feel better.” ) I put my arms around his back. He was so warm. Now I felt his big boner on my pussy…..that’s what I wanted.
I felt his warm breath on my neck, along with a continuous tingling in my pussy. I wanted to give him better and bigger boners than mom. I created his boner and it was for me. I was catching on to his little game fast. He would make me wet and walk away….but I wanted give him a huge boner in return. I had given boys boners before, but not like his. I trembled as I whispered: (“…ohhh….that feels so good, keep that up. I think my headache is getting better.”)
During saying that I lifted my pussy up firm into his boner. He pushed back with his boner. I pushed again. He pushed back. We continued this and now we were slowly fucking with our clothes on. His breathing told me he was as hot as I was. I started running my fingers thru his hair gently. I had on short shorts and I could feel the wetness in them. I parted my legs open wide. He had on jogging pants with an elastic waist band.
Bill thought…..
‘She started this teasing stuff and now it comes down to what she must want. I can only take so much. Her hot body, long flowing hair, sweet face are pushing me over the line. Damn I want to fuck her so bad, but what’s the risk. Her and her mom don’t get along. Will this be just a score for her, and then brag to mom she and I had sex? I better nail this down first. Now….just hold still girl, your going to have to commit right now. I whispered: (“…how good are you at keeping your mouth shut?, we could have a lot of pleasure if you can. If this is just a competition with mom…..forget it…I’ve liked you for a long time….let’s be ’us’ and only we’ll know and she never will….do we have a deal?”)
That was what she wanted to hear most. She whispered back: (“…oh god yes, she’ll never ever know, and we can do what we want….she’ll just never know….ever.”)
I think fucking me behind Sandy’s back was the ultimate to her. I loved her pushing her pussy up to me and feeling me get a boner. It’s time to take it to the next level, or is she all tease and no go.
We made a deal….
We would have an affair behind her mom’s back. Secretly, quietly and let our desires just go for anything we wanted to do.
Now to make it happen.
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Jerri’s mind raced
I was full of jitters in my mind and body. I was going to have my first affair with him. He doesn’t know it but I want to steal all his attention away from mom. He can teach me how to please him and myself. I had dreamed I could get his attention away from mom and now its going to happen. He knows how to turn me on so fucking good. His teasing makes my pussy jump with excitement. Kiss me, feel me and fuck me is what I want, and I’m going to get it.
To bad mom, I’ll be getting sex from Bill too and you’ll never even know it.
Bill…….
We pulled out all the stops and I slowly undressed her as she squirmed and panted. She kissed me non stop except to gasp for air. She was red hot with excitement. This girl needed my cock in her bad. I was younger than her mom, so her and my ages weren’t that far apart. The thought of having two hot pussy’s in the same house was setting me on fire. I loved all her teasing, flaunting, rubbing and I knew she liked to try and give me a boner. I had played it down all this time. Now I lay on top of a red hot girl who is so ready to fuck she’s shaking.
She’d had sex before with a few boys, but her mom kept tight control on her. She must have resented the fact that mom was getting sex and she was not. Her mom and her snapped at each other all the time. I had a plan to stop all this. She was a younger version of her mom, nice sweet tits, a young curvy body and pretty face. I wondered if she ever had her pussy licked, or sucked a cock. I decided to flat out ask her. “Have you ever had oral sex?” I asked. She squirmed a little as she didn’t want to answer. I was about to tell her never mind when she answered in a whisper. (“….yes…with my girlfriend once when I was younger. We wanted to try it and had oral sex with each other….but not with a guy yet.”)
I decided to start with that.
She began to undress me as I started taking her clothes off. I unbuttoned her blouse as she unbuttoned my shirt. She felt my chest and rubbed it as I reached around and unhooked her bra. It was great seeing the excitement in her eyes and her panting breathing. I slowly felt her tits for the first time. They were sweet with hard nipples. She grabbed my head and kissed me. Young, soft, sweets lips that held a wandering tongue. We both were very hot, and breathing hard.
My boner was rock hard against her pussy. I slowly undid her skirt and tossed it to the floor. She undid my belt, button and unzipped my pants with her trembling hands. We lowered my boxers and her panties together. Our hands started feeling our naked bodies. She started stroking my boner as I felt her warm tits. We continued kissing as I teased her lips with my tongue. She had the jitters bad. Her tongue started slipping in my mouth as her other hand felt my balls. She put my boner between her legs and squeezed it tight.
I turned her to a 69 position. She had a hot pussy, un shaven and a small patch of pubic hair. I felt her stroking me and feeling all around my boner. I waited to see what she would do next as I started a slow lick up her slit. She jumped as my tongue went a little deeper with each lick. She kissed the head of my boner first, then began to lick it slowly.
Jerri thought…
I’ve never done this but my urges are making me lick his warm boner. This is so hot I’m shaking inside. I want to put it in my mouth and suck on it now. I think he likes it because he moans each time I do something more. I want to get his boner all wet and let be slick when I slide it in my mouth. I feel him parting my legs, his hot tongue teasing my clit, then go deep inside my slit. Oh damn that feels so good.
Now it’s my turn mom, I hope he likes my pussy better than hers. His boner is bigger than the other boys I’ve had sex with, I want it in me and I’ll make him cum way better than mom.
You’ll just have to share him mom, and you’ll never even know it…ha ha. I’m going for it. I wonder how much of his boner I can take in my mouth. I’ve heard guys like that, so here goes…..mmmmmm. Oh my god…. I love the feeling of it warmly sliding in my mouth. He’s moaning so he must like it. I feel his tongue moving all around my pussy so good.
Oh god…my clit is so sensitive when he sucks on it. It makes me jump with a thrill I’ve never known before. Other girl have told me about this, but now It’s my turn. I wonder if I can make him cum. I want to do it for him, other girls have told me It’ pleases a man to make him cum in a girl mouth. He going to make me orgasm as he licks me….oh jezzz…I can’t hold back. I’ll jerk him fast and we can…OH Yes!…I’m having super orgasm…and….ohhhhhh…cum with me Bill…now!
Oh my god…he fucking my mouth so fast….OH!..
I feel warm cum shooting in my mouth! It’s so powerful it hitting the back of my throat! I have to swallow some, I feel I might choke. Oh Bill, my pussy is in pleasure shock!, and I feel wetness flowing out of it. He’s still cumming and overflowing in my mouth. We’re both moaning and It feels beyond wonderful! I can hardly breathe, I so excited. More Bill, more! Keep licking my pussy!….and I’ll keep licking your warm cum. It’s the greatest feeling …ever!
Our bodies are both are shaking….I made him cum, he must like it and he made me orgasm right off the scale of pleasure! Next I want this boner of his inside me and feel him shoot is cum deep in me. I’ll lick him clean and turn for part two.
Bill lay spent thinking…
Man this girl can make my cock go crazy. She’s hotter than Sandy! I’m taking her in the shower and then it’s fucking time for us. We still have many hours left to get in a good hot fuck.
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Bill picked me up and carried me into the shower. We kept kissing as we soaped each other and felt our bodies so good. He treated me like a Queen. He dried me off and kissed my body everywhere. He carried me to his and mom’s bed this time. His boner never went down and stood out all full and ready. I felt like I was in a dream and he was a prince who had to please me.
He laid me on the bed and put my legs up high. I was all jitters as he felt my tits so good. I closed my eyes and started feeling his cock rubbing my slit up and down. His warm body slowly laid on top of me. I had to kiss him with all I had. I let my tongue go and explore, as I was in heaven with excitement. Finally having sex with him right in mom’s bed!
He eased his big boner in me a little at a time. I moaned with each push. My pussy was wet and ready as we slowly started in fucking so hot. I got new feelings inside me that took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his body pumping away on me. I fucked back to match his movements. My pussy was going past the feeling of an orgasm and going for a higher feeling. I fucked harder to reach it. I was losing control with my moans and I just had to fuck faster in a drive to get more feelings still.
My legs were pushed back as his cock touched bottom. I yelled something as each thrust was driving me to go for more. We both started to shake as he moaned with me and then…..I felt a hot cum blast enter my pussy. We both moaned as I hit a high and my whole body shook. More of his cum flowed in me and overflowed out my pussy. That made my pussy react by squeezing down on his cock as I helped it hold him tight inside me. I lost my thoughts. My mind went away to euphoria land. He kept pumping and I kept moaning. I began to get weak and holding him so tight against me was drifting away along with my mind. I kissed him between gasping for breaths of air. We lay there and could feel our hearts beating hard. He was so warm on top of me…..it was a glorious feeling….
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Bill tells it…..
That morning, Jerri came out of her room, went in the kitchen, hugged her mom and fixed breakfast for everyone. She cleaned up the whole house and said: “Anything else I can do to help?”
Sandy said no and thanked Jerri for everything. Jerri went to her room. Sandy whispered to me: (“Wow…that ‘little talk’ you said you were going to have with her really seemed to work!”)
I smiled and said: (“We had sex all afternoon, we really didn’t talk that much.”)
Sandy began to grin and said: (“Well whatever you did, keep it up.”)
Bill answered: (“Ok my dear, if you insist.”)

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Grey Monday

A grey Monday morning. I’m sat – no, I’m slumped – behind the desk in my office. I look wearily at the clock. Only 10 o’clock – far too early to slip out for a coffee. The boss is strict and she’s been picking at me for a while. I’ll keep the blinds on the partition shut and only leave the room to use the copier today. Christ, I’m 34 years old and I’m scared of my boss! It’s warm inside my grey office cocoon, but I can see the cold rain spattering the floor to ceiling window. Rain falling from the grey sky onto the grey streets far below.
My computer screen isn’t grey. It’s a piercing white rectangle that’s too close to my eyes. I can’t focus on the numbers. Shouldn’t have drank yesterday. Shouldn’t be drinking alone any day. I’ve been drinking alone for 6 months, since my marriage ended and I decided to follow a job here, halfway across the country. No real friends here – people in the office are jerks. People in my local bar are jerks. Maybe I’m the jerk, I smile.
My phone buzzes, a shaft of sound piercing my ear. I pick up. “Work experience is here,” the receptionist chirps. “Been told she’s yours this morning. Sending her through now.” I put the phone down and huff. I can’t remember being asked to chaperone some kid for the morning. I should probably pay more attention. Or read my emails once in a while.
I hear the knock on the door. It’s open before I can speak and a dark blonde head appears. A striking, confident face grins at me. “Am I in the right place?” She’s cheerful. Large hazel eyes hold their gaze on mine from behind black-framed glasses. I wave her in. “I’m afraid you are. Close the door behind you.” My voice is gruff. I force a smile. She isn’t a kid. She’s an assured looking young woman in heels and a smart black pencil skirt. She grins again. “I know, I know. I’m a bit old for work experience. I’m 22. It’s embarrassing really. Your boss is my aunt. My Daddy thinks I need to get up a little earlier in the morning so he’s making me come here for the week. I’m Heather, by the way.” I stand up and shake her extended hand. Her grip lingers a little. Her eyes are still fixed on me.
“I’m gonna level with you, Heather. I’ve got a bad case of the Mondays. And a hangover. And I don’t really like my job. Or this town. In fact, I’m probably the worst example for you to follow in this entire fucking office.” She laughs. “I’m being serious. Really, I am. What do you want to learn about?” She’s still laughing. She’s wearing a tight black vest underneath her green cardigan. Her tits are large, I think. I catch a glimpse of a scarlet lacy strap as the laughter shakes her chest. Her eyes catch mine on the way back up to her face. She stops. “I don’t know,” she says. “I’d like to learn how much you like heels and suspenders.” I look her up and down. She begins unbuttoning her cardigan, slowly. “Something about these clothes makes me feel so naughty. Do they make you feel naughty?” Her hands move over her ample chest, pushing those large tits together. I see another flash of scarlet.
My mouth turns a little dry. I say nothing. I haven’t had a woman for 6 months. She’s gyrating in front of me. She bends over and backs up into me, grinding her ass against my crotch. I move a hand to her waist and she turns around. He teeth bite at my lip and then her tongue fills my mouth. I’m rock hard as her hand deftly unzips me and I spring out. “You’re so hard for me. So fucking hard!” She’s whispering in my ear now. “I want you inside of me. You want to fill my pussy up in your office, huh?”
I need no second invitation. Her warm hand in running up and down the length of me and I’m not lasting very long. We change places and she bends over the desk. Arches her back. I quietly lock my door. The skirt is bunched up around her waist. She is wearing suspenders. She isn’t wearing panties. Her bald pussy is visibly wet. I don’t even take off my trousers. I just push myself right into her slit. My cock looks huge as I push into her – of course it does, it’s been six months! I slowly slide into her. “You’re very tight,” I gasp. “I haven’t done this for 6 months.” I don’t know why I’m telling her this. She giggles. I withdraw half-way and slowly slide in again. My shaft is wet from her. My balls ache as they press against her smooth flesh. I’m on the verge of cumming already.
I pull out just in time, my breath rattling in my throat. She looks concerned, but realises what’s going on when she sees the bead of cum on the end of me. She’s on her knees in a flash, shoulder straps under her arms, those large tits on display. I reach down to touch them but I’m stopped by her soft, damp tongue. It laps the cum off me like milk. Then I’m in her mouth. It’s warm in there. I could stay there for a while. Her pink lips are moving down my wet shaft. Her tongue strokes the underneath. She’s tasting herself on me. I’m touching the back of her throat but she pushes a little further until my balls are on her chin, and she holds it. And holds it. Moves her head slightly. I’m on the brink. I can hear her breathing through her nose. He eyes are looking up at me.
Her mouth releases its grip on me and she pulls the trigger with two slow strokes of her hand. I’m cumming. One dry spasm and then I erupt. 6 months of boredom and loneliness and frustration is released. I’m resting on her chin and bottom lip as I’m cumming. One. The boredom jumps up onto her cheek and upper lip. Two. The loneliness floods into her open mouth and gushes over her tongue. Three. Four. Five. The frustration overflows and runs down her neck. Seven. Eight. Nine. Whatever’s left sprays onto those large tits. I have to concentrate to keep my legs holding me upright. She swallows and smiles at me.
Still hard, I coax her up with a gentle hand in her hair. She perches on the edge of the desk and I enter her with one of her long legs wrapped around my waste, pulling me into her. She still has my cum on one side of her face and down her neck and on her heaving chest. She sees me looking at it and murmurs. “I’m so naughty, aren’t I? Letting a stranger fuck me with his cum all over me.” I make a noise which is meant to sound like agreement. Our flesh is meeting with a dull slap. I can hear my heart pumping. I’m deep inside her, stretching her out, and it’s too much. I’m tingling after cumming. I pull out of her and kneel before her, putting my face between her legs. I work two fingers inside her and my tongue meets her clit.
She stifles a cry and I can feel her gripping my fingers. I savour the taste of her. Savour the scent. It’s been 6 months. Her heels are on the desk. My desk. I apply more pressure with my tongue and when I pull away to look up she’s red in the face. My cum on her cheek is liquifying slightly. She’s rubbing some on those tits. The skin at the top of her chest is red as well. Her nipples are hard darker points on her tanned skin. Her hand grips my hair and pushes me back to her clit. I suck and lap and she’s cumming silently, pulling at my hair. Air rushes in and out of her lungs and her chest heaves.
I stand and she remains on my desk. We don’t talk. She’s too limp and spent for that. I’m ready again now. I force my way back into her. I have to force myself in because I’m hard and big and she’s very tight now. Her legs are spread for me and I set a good pace. I need to cum again and I don’t want to wait. She reaches a hand down and grips the base of my shaft, but she’s so wet that she can’t get a grip. Her hand stays there anyway, adding to my sensations. She’s biting her lip. She whispers to me, begging me to cum inside her. Everything tightens, and then the true release I’ve been waiting for. I discover that after 6 months, a second time doesn’t diminish volume. At all. As she feels my first shot she gasps. Her body tenses. I’m half way inside her and when I look down I can see my spasms. I grunt as I feel my spurts slow and diminish, and slide in as far as I can.
There’s a slight awkwardness as I withdraw. I find her some paper towels from the dusty cupboard in the corner. She leaves the room and goes to the bathroom. Sweat stings my eyes. I’ve gathered myself by the time she gets back. She walks in and you’d never guess what she’d just done. “Better?” she smiles. “Cum makes me thirsty. You can buy me a coffee.” We leave and spend 30 minutes making small talk.
We’re in the lift back up. She’s all over me and I’m ready to go again. We’re in my office and I’m sitting in my chair. She’s kneeling in front of me and my balls are in her mouth. She sucks each one until I feel a sharp stab of pain, but she knows just when to release and it’s heaven. Her tongue and lips work me over from the base to the tip and back again. And again. I’m desperate to be in her mouth again, and she knows it. Takes all of me in, sucks hard. She’s working the head over and the veins are standing out. She stands, naked now except for the stockings and suspenders. Her back’s to me and warmth and wetness is lowered onto me. Those slim legs must be strong because she’s moving using them, a soft hourglass figure gliding up and down me. We’re both silent. I can see her gripping me, clinging to me as she rises and falls.
When she knows I’m nearly there she shifts again. She kneels in front of me. I’m back in her mouth again, much wetter this time. She makes sure those perfect tits are wet as well and wraps them around my cock. She’s doing all the work and you can see it in her face. I feel the build up, that bubbling rising feeling, and I’m cumming again. She directs me and I spray all over her, a pearl necklace. A fleeting thought – I’ll buy her a real one after this. Stupid man. My door opens. I’m still leaking onto her chest as my boss walks in. They look at each other and I know it’s a set up.
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“MOM SECRET LUST”

Moms Secret Lust
By Blueheatt
___ I started to look at my mom differently now that girls was all I thought about. Me and my little buddies learned to jack off at about 7 or 8, when an older boy showed us how to ‘feel good’ We would go into the woods and jack off, in our bathroom together, and any place we could sneak a jack off. Alone or maybe one or two others we trusted not to tell about our ‘naughty’ thing we did. One day the older boy said let’s find a secret spot in the woods and go jack off. I said sure! We found a very secluded sport and got naked. We laid side by side so we could watch each other jack off. This was new and exciting to me. Watching each other was hot and I watch him cum and he watch me, only I didn’t cum yet. Next time he said I could jack him while he jacked me, and maybe some white stuff would cum out my dick like his. So…I jacked him as he jacked me. He gowned and lot’s of ‘white stuff’ cam out of his dick this time. He jacked me fast then and for the first time I had a little ‘white stuff’ come out the end of my dick. It felt wonderful to both of us, and we left. Typical little boys playing with their now found self toys.
It was when I was young. Who we’d like to fuck and who was getting some pussy, We all claimed we were getting pussy, but only a few actually were. At 13 for me, things began to change for most all of us. Guys talked secretly about seeing their sisters or mom naked.
I would try and see my mom naked too. I only got glimpses of her. I had no sisters. I had a shock once when my buddy said he could watch is mom, (a sexy woman) taking a shower, outside their bathroom window. We waited on night to watch. She pulled the shade down to far and we saw nothing. Then the shock. One after noon we decided to we wanted to jack off, and he said we could use his house, his folks were at work. We sat in his living room think about the girl we’d like to fuck and jacking off. When we had both shot our cum….he yells out….”JEN!, bring me some toilet paper.”….wtf!..that was his 12yr old sister! I scrambled to pull my pants up and in came ’Jen’ with a roll of toilet paper. No expression on her face. Didn’t directly look at our wet dicks, and went back into her bedroom. I learned later he was fucking his sister.
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My mom was a looker, I saw pictures of her when the was in her teens. She was tall, 5’10”, long brown hair, 34D tits, a nice shapely figure and oozed with sex appeal. Being tall she had the hottest legs ever. I was real little when I got the hots for my mom. As time went by, it increased. She knew it and would rub my head against her tits, and just smile at me. She knew when young boys had the hots for her, and she really liked it.
Now I was 13 and I jacked off thinking about fucking her, like lots of my buddies did with their mom‘s or sisters. When my buddies would come over, she always hugged them and rub their head into her nice tits, then just smile at them.
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The First Time.
One late evening my mom was sitting up in bed reading a hot romance novel. She had on a blue night gown with a top that blocked out her nipples from showing. The gown came down to just above her knees. She had on white panties and I could see a dark area where her pussy hair was. I laid beside her on my one elbow and talked. All I talked about was this girl and that girl and went on and on about girls.
She finally smiled at me, took of her glasses, put the book down and said: “So it’s girls, girls, girl, is it?” I smiled and chuckled and said yeah. Her Dr. had given her a huge bottle of some new pills for occasional back pain. She for the first time took one, and we talked about….girls. She asked me some questions and knew I didn’t know a thing about girls and babies or anything. I just had on my pajama bottoms. She started telling me about girls and all the details. A girls nipples and what felt good to them when a boy feels them. I started getting a hard on. I moved my leg over it to hide it. Mom knew this and just smiled at me. She then decided to show me on her self how to feel a girls tits. She took out one of her nice full tits and pointed to the areas that girls like to have suck on and kissed. My hard on got bigger now. She smiled knowing she was turning me on and stepped it up. She said to come closer to her. My face was now inches from her big tit. She said to try licking on her tit for a little practice. I gulped….and she pulled my head into her tit. I did as she instructed and sucked and kissed her nipple. I looked up once to see her eyes closed just enjoying this. She made a little moan, and said I was doing a wonderful job and to keep doing it. Soon she pulled her top completely down and turned the light down real low. Now she had me doing both her tits, holding my head and guiding to where she wanted sucked next.
I figure it had been about 3 years since she her last boyfriend. He was married and moved on after fucking her for a while. So she must have been ready for some kind of sex. There I was, all green and young and willing to do what ever she asked me too. She started talking about how a woman was built. She pulled up her nightie to show me where a woman likes to be kissed on her tummy and lower.
I think the pill was kicking in real good now.
I got to watch her take down the side of her white panties to show me things. Then she took them complete off, then her nightie too. I thought my dick was going to start cuming by itself I was so excited. Now she was completely naked beside me. My dick was going crazy as I had to lay on it to keep it hidden. My eyes feasted on her beautiful body. My eyes locked on her pubic hair, her tits, her hot looking hips, her smooth legs over and over. She just smiled and let me look all I wanted. She knew I was in a 13yr old boys heaven, and it made her excited letting me gaze at her, knowing I wanted so bad to have sex with her. She watched my eyes as I wanted to never forget what I was seeing right now. She started rubbing her arms and legs slowly. She was teasing me by slowly feeling herself up. She squeezed her own tits and moaned a little. She squirmed her hips and lifted them up and down. She ran her fingers thru her pubic hair and combed it with her fingers. She smiled at me so sexy and then asked me if I knew how a girl masturbated. I said, ‘no’. She smiled real big and turned to me on her side. She lifted up one leg and showed me her pussy and where a girls clit was.
She had a good size clit, and started rubbing it all around. She put two fingers in her wet pussy with her other hand and moved them in and out while she fondled her clit with the other.
Damn, she was going to masturbate right in front of me now. She turned on her back, put one leg over me so her pussy was facing me, opened her legs wide and started using both hands, rubbing her pussy. She whispered: (“ get closer.”)
I scooted right up to her wet pussy. It was making clicking sounds as she ran her fingers in and out of her wet pussy.
I’ll never forget the look on her face of contentment and excitement all in one look. I think she had fantasized about doing this and now it was happening.
The aroma of her pussy was taking my mind and locking it on her pussy, wanting so bad to lick it. That aroma still haunts me today. If I smell her perfume, I smell it mixed in with her sex and my dick instantly starts getting hard. I would look in our laundry, and find her panties and bury my nose in them for a jolt in my dick, every time. I took a light blue pair of panties she had that had that wonderful smell heavy on them and put them under my pillow. Later when I was ready to jack off thinking of fucking her, I smelled them to get that jolt in my dick. I would touch my tongue to them just as I was about to cum, and I started shooting way more and way more intense. Those cums took my breath away as I would squirm and moan and shoot all over my self and the bed. I called them ’super cums’, and once you had one, that all you want from then on.
I must have looked like a robot. I was frozen in place, afraid to blink as I might miss one second of action. She was the sexist woman alive in front of me, stripping for me and now rubbing her hot pussy for me, inches from my face. She put her legs now over my shoulders as I lay on my stomach. I could smell her perfume and her wonderful womanly sexy aroma.
She was really turned on and started talking about erections and how normal they were. She talked in a low sweet feminum voice now, so sexy to me. She smiled and said for me to take my pajama bottoms off and let my erection go free. I know my face was red, she soothed me and said don’t be embarrassed, that it was perfectly ‘ok’ for a mommy to teach her son about sex, but…. this was very secret and we would never tell anybody about this, ever. I agreed. Now she could see my 13yr old erection standing straight out in plain view as I was up on my knees now. I think I had about 6 and ½ inches then. She smiled big and whispered to come closer to her.
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Mom started to think……
…’.well I’ve done it now. If he talks I’ll have to find a way out of it. This muscle relaxer is really making me horny for my own son, but not really. I’ve had secret hidden thoughts about him for a long while now. He’s a sexy little guy and needs me to teach him…but I have secretly yearned to for him to have sex with me, and not with some other girl. I’ve watched him grow up and he never knew it but I loved touching him. I would get chills. I hid these thought for so long now, I’m tired of hiding them, I want him to want to have sex with me, his mom. I’ll just let him know it’s ‘ok’ because I’m only ‘teaching’ him about girls. I’ve hid my lusty thoughts long enough, now it’s time I got satisfied and he’s got a nice warm penis to do it with. He’s as big as his dad at only 13.
Mom’s have needs and I’m going for it. I’ll make sure he won’t talk. I’ll just make it ‘our private secret’. I know he wants me bad. I overheard him talk to his buddy one night about how he would love to fuck me and I’m going to make it happen, the sooner the better. I’m going to have him touch me all over, like I’ve been holding back touching him. It’s time, I want to feel his hands on me and make me so hot, he’ll just want to have sex with me or die. I’ll tell him it’s perfectly ‘ok’ and no one will ever know. I want that hot erection in me….now. He’ll love watching me masturbate. I love looking at his penis, so big and hot looking. I bet I can make him cum so hard, he’ll never forget it.
In a way,…. I wish he would just take me, and hold me down and put his penis in me and fuck me good saying he just had to have me. I wish I could say to him:…” Oh baby…., take mommy, take me now!,…..then we’d both moan…. as we squirmed…. cuming both together finally….
…..but that will come later. I know how to tease him till he wants to just take me!…that will be so hot…I want him to do that so bad, and he will….he will….
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I moved closer to mom. She smiled so sweet and whispered: (..”it’s ok if you want to touch me, anywhere you want to…just go right ahead ”…)
She closed her eyes and waited for me to touch her. I was dizzy with excitement. I moved around to her side and I started with her big tits. I had wanted to feel them for a long time, and now I was free to feel them bare all I wanted. My jittery hand squeezed one tit and she quietly moaned. It was so thrilling to feel. I touched her where she taught me to, I pulled in close to suck on her nipple, I could feel her warm skin under my arms, and felt her breathing heavy. I just knew she was as excited as I was. Her hands started feeling my hair, and she ran her fingers thru it. Next I started kissing her tummy. She would jump and moan now and again. I wanted her to be pleased with my new teachings. I kissed closer to her pussy. She started squirming while she smiled with her eyes closed.
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Mom began to think more………….
‘Damn my son is making me so turned on, I can hardly stand it. I haven’t ever felt this hot, ever. This is the naughtiest thing I have ever, ever done, and I’m taking it till I climax big, there is no stopping now. I have him now and he’s mine to pleasure me. I’ll train him how I want to have good long sex. How I want to have my vagina licked. How I want his penis in me and how I want to cum at the same time with him. This is only the start. I’ve got him now, and we’ll lead a new life of pure pleasure anytime we want.
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I went around between her wide open legs, and watched her masturbate. Both hands working her pussy. She moaned as I put my hands on her knees and pull my dick in close to her pussy. I pulled my knees up under her warm raised legs. My dick was inches from her pussy as she ran her fingers in and out. She said to thrust my hips forward like I was having sex with a girl. I did, holding my dick and watching it so close to her wet pussy. I thrusted it like she said and she moaned and just open her content eyes to watch my dick. It took about 5 stokes and I felt a super good shock in my dick and I shot a big stream of cum way up across her hands, arms, tummy and some even went on one of her tits! She moaned loud as she fast rubbed her pussy. She leaned way forward to watch, then another cum shot way out, landing on her lips and chin. She gave out a real loud moan licked her lips and leaned back and started shaking the whole bed, raising her pussy to touch my dick. Her head went side to side in ecstasy as I guessed she had a beautiful girl cum. She raised her hips, and shook and moaned loud…’Oh Yes!!!…oh baby…yes..” My eyes were locked on my cum on her pussy and watching her feeling it with her fingers and even putting her fingers in her mouth to taste my cum. Her pussy squirmed as she lifted her hips again, moaned and shook. I think she had a cum again as she licked her lips more.
My dick was numb from cuming so much, as she reached out rubbed my dick on her clit and pubic hair.
I put my face down to her pussy and I wanted to lick it so bad. She watched me, then pulled me up and we started kissing, like we kissed a hot girlfriend or boyfriend.
She whispered: (“ That was the most sexy beautiful thing I’ve ever had happen to me , and we’ll be doing a lot more of it, anytime we want.”)
I laid my face on mom’s pussy and loved the feel of my cum on her hot and wet pussy. I could smell my cum and her sweet pussy juices, and licked her wet pussy clean. My cum went all over her and her pussy. She kept scooping some on her fingers and tasting it, then swallowing it till it was all gone. I kept licking deep in her pussy and tasting her pussy juices. We licked all of the cum and juices up and both tasted it. I loved the feel of her soft and beautiful pubic hair. I rubbed my hands all over legs and tits as she shook with delight as I did it. Her sweet eyes were closed as she played with my hair and pulled my face around her pussy, and smiled with contentment and moaned quietly. I wanted to feel her pubic hair forever with my fingers and face. I fell asleep with my face on her pubic hair, and her legs wide open to let me lick her pussy, all I wanted.
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The Second Time
Everything began to change now. That next day was heaven. She let me watch her dress and undress. No more closed doors. I watched her shower so beautiful as she felt her own tits, all wet and soapy. If I wanted to touch her, she let me. I could feel her tits now, and kiss them anytime I wanted. She would hold my head and whisper: (“I like that.”) I never stopped checking the windows in our house though, to make sure no one was looking. She liked that too. I couldn’t stop thinking about the night before and how it went off the pleasure scale.
She teased me that next day too, putting her ass up to me and rubbing it on me. Walking by me and feeling my dick through my pants. We loved getting behind one another. I would reach around and un button her blouse to feeling her nice big tits, and slip my hand under her bra and feel her bare tit skin and nipples. She would reach around and put her warm hand down my pants and feel my constant hard dick. She whispered: (“did you like last night son.?) I nodded as she felt my dick….(…“well tonight will be even better….. mom’s like to feel cum inside them, and that’s what were going to tonight son….you‘ve made me so happy, we have lots of hot things we‘re going to do from now on. I‘ll just be your ‘special‘ girlfriend from now on. No one will know but us, you have to understand that“….I nodded my head… “Can you wait until tonight, or do you need to cum right now?”)
Moms mind was racing as she thought…
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‘oh my god, I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I haven’t felt hot cum in my mouth for a long while. My tummy is shaking, my hands are shaking, my vagina is tingling and wet and I’m doing it right now. Tonight I’ll feel his warm penis in me finally. I need that, I’m not only over due, but it will be my first son to cum in me. The taboo thing is not stopping me, I want him in me and I’m going to make it happen. Oh damn the feel of his hot penis head on my lips is so erotic and wonderful. I can make him cum fast or take my time and just savor it. He’s so excited he may just cum fast and I’ll have no choice…I better jack him fast.. OH YES! HE’S CUMING…MMMMM…oh damn that’s hot and good. Cum for mommy, keep it cuming, I want it all….mmmmm…now that was thrilling beyond words…mmmmm…(swallow)…mmmm, damn I love that feeling and taste!
I love feeling him explode in my mouth, he jumps with pleasure, and moans so hot. I like the way he runs his fingers thru my hair as he moans…..
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She knew I was about explode and with the door locked, she sat me on the couch got on her knees and took out my dick. I watched her lick and suck as she felt my full balls. She moaned saying …”oh yes…mmm..Mmmmm ah huh, cum for mommy.” as she put my dick all the way in her mouth and moaned something about ‘giving my cum to mommy‘. She then started jacking me fast until I shot all my big load right in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure. I got so dizzy I shook with ecstasy. She swallowed all my many shots of cum, then licked her lips over and over and moaned and licked my dick for a long time….…. as I ran my fingers thru her hair…..

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Sexual Healing – Part One

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Connie brought it up first.
“What’s this?” Jerry asked, as he closed the door to the steam-filled bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. “Starting without me?”
She looked up from the magazine and slowly brought her large, hazel eyes into focus on him. The color was already high in her smooth cheeks, and the flush had spread down her neck to her upper chest. Her small mouth was open, her lips parted. Her nipples poked up against the thin sheet.
She seemed to be realizing for the first time that she had one hand beneath the sheet, moving between her legs.
“Get over here, stud. My motor’s running and I need some gas!”
Jerry stood there and grinned at her as he finished drying his hair.
“‘My motor’s running and I need some gas’?” he said. “Are you reading Motor Trend or Penthouse?”
She leered pointedly at his crotch, where his dick was already half-hard. “Gimme that big gas hose!”
“Fillerup?”
She groaned. “I give up!”
He turned briefly and tossed the towel with the expertise of practice. It hung on the knob of the bathroom door. “Will I get a good tip?”
“Two of ’em.” She pulled the sheet of her chest, exposing her pert, firm breasts. “But I want a tip, too!”
He stood beside the bed, his prick still hardening and already impressive.
“Just the tip?”
Connie rolled lithely to her hand and knees, the sheet falling completely away from her tight body. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick and immediately began sucking and licking it. Sometimes it seemed like she could never get enough of her husband’s big cock — and sometimes it seemed there was too much of it for her to handle.
Jerry sighed deeply and caressed his wife’s dark hair as she drew more and more hardness into his dick. He looked down at her sleek back, her tiny waist, her hard little ass cheeks drawn so tightly by her position. She was moving her hips slowly from side to side, something that nine years of marriage had taught him to spot as a signal that she was exceptionally horny.
What the hell had she been reading?
He bent from the waist and picked up the magazine. Penthouse — the letters.
Her mouth pulled off his cock. “Hey, you want to read or play, bub?”
He knelt on the bed and rolled her onto her back as he dropped the magazine. He crawled over her and held his weight off her tiny frame with his arms and pressed his lips to hers. She grabbed him around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her legs and pulled him down to her. His cock was trapped against her flat tummy as their lips opened and their tongues dueled.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and began kissing his way down over her neck and shoulders. He licked her hard nipples and then lightly nipped one. She squirmed against him.
Abruptly, he reached back and grabbed the magazine. He handed it to her.
“I want you to read me the one that got you so turned on.”
“And what are you going to be doing?”
He began sucking one nipple while he ran one hand down to caress her side and her hips.
“I’ll think of something…”
“Oh!” she gasped when he resumed suckling at her small, hard breasts.
He stopped and looked up at her, brown eyes wide and graying hair tousled. “Well?”
She began to read aloud as he kissed her belly and moved still lower. Her breathing became ragged and her words occasionally garbled. By the time she finished reading the letter, he had her thighs over his broad shoulders, her little ass cupped in his hands and his face pressed hungrily into her crotch.
His tongue was all over her dripping cunt, but he wasn’t touching her clitoris — yet. Connie squirmed and hunched her hips, trying to get that final contact, but he was gripping her buttocks tightly in his strong hands and restricting her movements. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples, her moans getting louder and louder.
He could tell she was getting close to the Big One by thetwitching of her ass cheeks and the amount of juices running out of her. He shifted his fingers just enough so one was just pressing against her constricted anus and she immediately began grinding against it.
Then he took her swollen clit in a lip-grip and let the tip of his tongue just barely graze it.
“YESSSSS! AHHHHhhhh! Oh! Oh!”
Connie was a screamer.
She locked her thighs on his head and tried to somehow grind her cunt into his mouth while jabbing her trim butt down at the stiffened fingertip. She could feel her pussy spasming as she came and felt her asshole convulsing against the fingertip that was just beginning to penetrate.
The first, clenching explosion finally passed and her body went all sinuous and demanding. He continued lightly lapping her sensitized clit and worked more of the finger into her. She rolled her hips and groaned and came again, and then again, and again — and then she simply couldn’t wait any more.
Connie reached down with both hands and took his head in her hands. She pulled him up till she could look at his face, all happily coated with her abundant juices.
“I want you inside me! Please!”
He bent his head again to her cunt, slowly licking the juices of her labia and inner thighs as he withdrew the finger from her ass. When he surfaced again, he was grinning madly.
“Get up here,” she cooed and pulled her legs back. He reached up with both hands and pushed her legs ahead of him as he crawled over her. She looked down and saw that his cock was monstrously erect. At nine inches, and with a girth almost equal to her wrist, it was the biggest she’d ever had — too big sometimes. Connie was small all over and even after nine years, she still felt a brief shudder of apprehension.
But after nine years, she knew her loving husband would be careful — and she was desperate to feel him inside her.
He ran his hands down her upthrust legs to grasp her wrists. She knew immediately what he had in mind — exactly what she’d beenhoping.She grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide as Jerry knelt up and took his cock in his fingers. He shuffled forward a bit more, till his balls were brushing her cunt, and then let his cock smack down on her abdomen. She felt it throbbing there on her hot flesh, the purplish knob just barely short of her naval. He rubbed his balls lightly over her wet cunt, shifting from side to side so they would brush against her clit.
“Don’t make me wait too long,” Connie groaned miserably. “I need you inside me!”
He backed up until he could push the tip of his stiff prong between her legs, then wedged it against her slippery pussy lips.
“You’re so hard and hot!” she breathed, as if discovering this. She looked down between them, past his well-muscled chest and flat stomach to where the huge bar of flesh reached down to her upturned cunt. It looked as if they mutually shared his penis, a fleshy bond between dark curls of pubic hair.
His arms curled around her legs, pulled her calves onto hisshoulders. Again, his hands ran down over her legs. He gripped her hips as she reached toward her husband’s dick. She put one hand on his cock, to guide it more truly, and with the fingers of the other hand she spread her pussy lips as much as possible.
He began pushing into her.
“Unnnnnnnn….” The sound was forced from her mouth as she felt her cunt being wedged open by her husband hard, thick cock. The earlier orgasms had tightened her even more and her pussy was resisting.
He pushed half the glans into her and stopped. His hands moved her hips from side to side, stretching her small hole against his dick. When he pushed again, Connie threw her arms wide and hissed loudly as the knob finally popped into her vagina.
“Ooh — Yes!”
He tightened his grip on her hips and began pulling her onto his shaft. Connie moaned uncontrollably as she felt her cunt being opened deeper and deeper, as she felt his heat probing into her wet depths. She gasped when he touched bottom and he immediately began pulling her off his cock, till only the head was still in her.
“Jerry Jerry Jerry…” she murmured, filled with love for his tenderness and passion for his fucking. She felt herself loosening inside as, again, she experienced the proof of his understanding and knowledge of her needs and wants. More quickly, but just as gently, he pulled her onto his wide prick. She squirmed with pleasure as it probed her, pressing her to her limits and then a little more.
Connie brought her arms up and reached for him. She worked her hands between her calves and his neck and pulled him toward her. He shifted over her, his arms hooked under her shoulders and his weight resting on his elbows behind her back.
“I love you so much,” she whispered as his lips came down to meet hers and he slowly sank the full length of his cock into her.
Connie screamed with pleasure into his mouth. Her legs were bent back to her shoulders and her pelvis was arched up to receive him as deeply as possible. She felt his balls delicately land on her upturned asscheeks and the bony ring around the base of his cock pressed into her stretched labia. She felt as if his glans was embedding itself in her stomach. She felt as if his cock was possessing her.
She felt totally his.
When she finally stopped screaming, she murmured, “Do me, lover!”
“Fillerup?”
Before she could answer, he began pumping in and out of her. Slowly, at first, then with fast strokes, he worked his big meat in her convulsing cunt. She could feel the juice squirting out of her with each withdrawal, feel the pressure building inside her tummy with each insertion. Her orgasms became nearly constant, varying only in their intensity. Connie was going from pleasure plateau to pleasure peak and back again, over and over, faster and faster.
His thrusts took on more urgency and she felt his prick swelling even more inside her, testing the containment of her tight, clenching cunt.
“Cum in me,” she growled, her voice throaty with lust. “Yes!” She tried to pull him deeper into her, to squeeze and suck him with her twat.
“Yeah, baby!” he groaned. “Cumming!”
She could feel the surge swell the length of his prick and then he was jammed to the bone inside her, moaning with release as he poured in her. Feeling his throbs, hearing his rumble of pleasure, her love and passion became ungovernable. She thrashed up at him and came even harder as he impaled her with his spurting cock.
Just as she felt his balls stop their jerking where they lay in the shallow furrow of her ass, he raised himself on trembling arms. She pulled her legs back and wider, free of his arms, as he knelt up. His cock had lost its stiffness and was slowly shriveling inside her. She loved that feeling — his juices mixed with hers, deep in her belly, and her wonderful husband’s penis resting peacefully inside her.
She raised her legs straight up and pulled them together, then slowly lowered to one side. He bent enough to get one forearm under her butt and hoisted her 94 pounds — same as when they’d met — off the bed. Keeping their genitals joined, Jerry rolled onto his back and drew her with him in a graceful pas de deux of pleasure and tenderness, they came to rest with her stretched atop his larger frame, her face resting against the hairs of his chest.
She hugged him with her cunt and welcomed his soft moan ofpleasure. He kissed the top of her head. She kissed his chest. Some of the sparse hairs there were just beginning to turn silvery, so she kissed through them again.
“I love you, Veronica.”
“I love you, Gerald.”
His arms were around her. He had one hand caressing her back, between her shoulder blades. The other was resting on her butt. She felt his finger move to her slick anus and gently probe. She groaned and pressed down against him.
“So that was what got milady’s motor running, huh? That letter take you back to the good ol’ days?”
“Your good ol’ days were better than mind,” she said. “You were the one who went to high school and college during the sexual revolution.”
“I heard about it,” he said. He chuckled. “It was in all the papers. But the free love didn’t apply to the kids going to the schools I went to.” He was almost ten years older than she was. She’d asked him about those times — times she barely remembered — when she’d been too young and too sheltered to really know what was going on. “You had some pretty wild times in college, though. That letter bring back memories?”
“Um-hmm.” She nestled closer — if that was possible — and again clenched her cunt around him. “I like these times better, though. That’s why I married you. The company I’m keeping means more to me than what we do.”
“Or don’t.” His tone was rueful.
“Oh, that’s okay, honey. Your finger feels good enough to me.”
Connie and Jerry didn’t have secrets; they were too close for that. She’d told him about some of her adventures in college. It had come out while she’d explained her breakup with the fellow student to whom she’d been engaged. It had seemed a perfect match. Eddie had come from the same sort of family and background as she had. He was a music major — he played the violin beautifully — a gymnast and a cheerleader. She was a dance major, a gymnast and a cheerleader. They shared many, many interests — music, art, books — and they had fantastic sex — even wild sex. They’d had threesomes, foursomes, orgies. While she was with Eddie, she learned that every so often, nothing in the world got her off so much as getting her narrow little asshole crammed full of hard, hot cock.
But Connie began to realize something in October of their senior year, about a month after accepting Eddie’s proposal: More and more, Eddie seemed less interested in being with her than in participating in group sex — and her presence was the key to that.
The real problem arose when she tried to talk with him about it. He’d get angry and clam up, or angry and resentful — or angry and hurtful, recounting to her how much she’d enjoyed what they were doing and demanding to know why she didn’t want to talk about it then, during the group sex.
The more she tried, the more he closed her out. She began to re-examine their entire relationship and realized how little he really gave of himself, emotionally — and how much she needed that. It hurt her to end the engagement, but as much as she’d expeced. That was when she realized she was sure she’d done the right thing. They’d bonded with sex, but the bond went no farther, and she needed more.
She met Jerry the following spring. He’d been visiting the college to give a one-session lecture on his field and he saw her cheering at a lacrosse game. They stayed in touch by letters, then phone, then she’d gone to New York to spend a week visiting a girlfriend and ended up spending more time in his bed than any other place.
They got closer and closer and it was almost perfect. The one small flaw was easily overlooked and forgotten in view of all the other good stuff they had. She hardly ever thought of it, let alone missed it.
Until the letter.
She stirred again as she felt the finger massage her asshole more insistently.
“I could always get some reduction surgery done,” he said, only half-teasing.
“Don’t you dare!”
“It’d make it easier all the time. I wouldn’t have to worry about hurting you or making you gag.”
“Does it make it less pleasurable for you to worry about those things?” They’d had this talk before, but she always wondered if things had changed.
“In a way,” he said. “I can’t just, you know, let go and flail away.”
“Flail, flail, flail,” she chanted, her lips against his chest again.
“But, then again, I never really could with anyone.”
“There have been exceptions.”
The finger withdrew from her ass and he squeezed her buttocks. “Yeah.” He’d told her about them, but he didn’t like remembering them. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. “But, on the other hand — ”
“So to speak.”
“Ahem. The fact that by restraining myself in that one small — ”
“Large. Very large.”
“– minor way I can be more loving with you makes it even more pleasurable. Make any sense?”
“None. Plenty.”
“But you do miss those times.”
“Sometimes. That letter could have been a description of some of them. Making love, sixty-nining, with a beautiful woman while having my lover slide deep into my ass…” Her nipples hardened.
“Well, we could always give it another try,” he kidded.
Her nipples softened.
“Only kidding.”
That had been dreadful. She’d had three gin-and-tonics to relax, greased up both of them copiously and tried backing onto him. She’d done everything she could to hide how much it was hurting, but he’d spotted her shivering in pain — he couldn’t see her face — and pulled her off him. All she’d been able to work into her tortured ass was the glans. Just the memory of that knob popping out of her ass was enough to make her wince.
“Besides, I hardly ever even think about women anymore,” she said. “I’m just so happy and contented with you.”
“Hardly ever until about two months ago,” he reminded her.
“…yes.”
Connie taught two ballet classes on weeknights in another, nearby bedroom suburb. Both were for novices. One class was youngsters trying to learn the basics. The other was mostly women in their twenties and thirties who took class as a form of exercise. It had been two years since Connie had craved a woman. Then Kimberly had signed up for the adult novice class.
As soon as Connie saw her, she’d felt the tension begin. Kim was twenty-five, tall, had masses of reddish blonde hair and rich,voluptuous curves. She wasn’t pretty, but she was striking in her appearance — and about her, Connie sensed an aura of sheer sensuality. And she’d felt an elemental connection.
“Well, you know my feelings,” he reminded her.
Indeed she did: Be sure she’s clean, don’t cut OUR time together and talk about it if the attachment seems to be getting more than essentially physical.
She’d been skeptical of his attitude when they’d first discussed it. He’d proven good as his word, though, when the occasions arose. And — Bless him! — he’d never tried to have her bring any of them to their bed with them. At least part of that, Connie knew, was because he hadn’t found any of them particularly appealing, for one reason or another. More often than note, the lack of appeal was because he knew the other women didn’t care for sex with men.
On the other hand, though, he’d never said he would reject the idea. Which might be just as well.
Because Connie had something to tell her husband.
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Fiction

When In Rome – 03

Author’s NotesBack to Callia&Cassius – although no one gets pregnant in this chapter, there IS mention of it. So, fair warning if that’s not your thing.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
It was her third, and probably final, bath of the day.
Callia could finally relax. Her day was supposed to be over, and it had been a good day. Every inch of her body had been used, and physically, she was exhausted. But her mind would not stop.
She’d slept in a bed. That had never happened before, at least not in the part of her life that she could remember. She’d woken up with Cassius wrapped tightly around her body. He was kissing her neck while he slept. He confused her beyond her wildest imaginings. Sometimes he did things that were so strange to her, so foreign that she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
First, his kisses. No man had ever kissed her before, but that didn’t confuse her that much. Men liked to have their mouths on her body, and they liked for her to have her mouth on their bodies. So it made logical sense that he could be aroused by their mouths touching. After all, Cassius was aroused by strange things. She accepted that as part of who he was.
Second, the fact that he would be angry about other men touching her. That’s what whores were for after all, but it made sense to some part of her that if men had to get his permission that meant he owned her. Men liked to own beautiful things. Everyone told her she was beautiful. Thus, it made sense that he wanted to own her.
Third on the list of “Confusing Things About Cassius” that she was composing in her head was that he’d wanted her to sleep in his bed. This is where things started to hurt her head. She understood that he’d wanted to use her body when he arrived home, but he could have chained her to his bedpost. He could have told her to sleep on the floor like she was supposed to. It had occurred to her that maybe he had wanted someone to catch her disobeying her father’s rules so that she would be punished, but Cassius wouldn’t have been home to watch her be punished, so what would he gain from that?
Fourth. He hadn’t used her when he came home. He hadn’t even woken her. He must have picked her up and put her in his bed, because she was positive she’d fallen asleep on the floor. She woke up in his bad with his arms around her, and he wasn’t inside her. He hadn’t been inside her – she would have felt it. She would have still felt it in the morning. This is what was really prying at her mind. It seemed strange to her. She couldn’t imagine that being huddled over someone else’s body could have been a comfortable way for him to sleep, or why he would want to share that exquisitely soft bed with anyone. He could have stretched out with all of the warm blankets all to himself, but instead he was rolled half on top of her.
That’s when she realized that she must have done something wrong. She must have moved in her sleep, gotten in his way. Maybe he had placed her somewhere else and she’d moved, and then she interrupted his sleep.. Except he hadn’t been angry in the morning. At least, not at her. He’d been preoccupied, but he’d kept her in bed and fed her from his own plate before sending her to Father.
She sank down under the water as she realized she was wasting her time. Trying to understand her oldest brother was an exercise in futility. The other four were easy to understand. So was father. She knew exactly what it was they wanted from her, and she’d been trained on how to give it to them. She also knew that her life meant nothing to them. Atticus liked to tease her about it while he fucked her, remind her that any day could be the day that one of them killed her. That no one would miss her. When she was younger, that used to make her cry. He’d enjoyed that. But now she was old enough to accept it as a fact of life.
/Do you think I’d let that happen?/
Would Cassius miss her when she was gone? Whenever she remembered his words from that day, her belly did something funny. It felt like, birds and butterflies dancing inside her. It made her smile. She didn’t have a name for that feeling.
Fear was when you thought someone might kill you, or hurt you worse than you could handle. Happiness was the feeling of having a cock inside you. Sadness was when the other slaves in the cells cried themselves to sleep. Pain was when you were being beaten. Sympathy was when you saw someone else hurt or cry.
Those were the only emotions she knew.
She didn’t have a name for what thinking of Cassius made her feel. And there was no one she could ask.
She stood to ask someone to dry her body, but before she could ring the bell, the door swung open. Galla, the old woman in charge of cleaning and prepping the whores for clients looked grim faced.
“Sweetheart.” She paused, and Callia was puzzled at the sympathy apparent in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Cassius has asked for you again. Come.”
The birds and butterflies in her stomach dive bombed, and she turned away from Galla to hide her smile.
Whatever this feeling was, she enjoyed it.
*CASSIUS
“Don’t bother chaining her,” Cassius instructed as he slipped back into his bath. “I don’t want to have to get up again.”
The tub had already had to be rinsed free of blood once. It wasn’t his blood. It had just been that kind of night.
Callia was clean and naked. When her hair was dry it was closer to blonde, but now it was dripping wet and looked far redder in the firelight. It felt down nearly to her tiny little waist, just where he liked to hold when he was fucking her from behind. He could see that she was cold, her slight little body trembled as she knelt by his bed. Her pink nipples were hard and pebbled. She kept her eyes on the floor like a good little girl.
His cock was throbbing, painfully hard under the hot water as he studied her, took inventory of the damage he’d done to her perfect skin. His little sister was far too beautiful to be at the mercy of his cruel hands. He was supposed to look after her. Protect her. He was her fucking brother. Instead he violated her, abused her, fucked her in a way that he knew was a aberration. But when she smiled at him, looked up at him with those big fucking blue-green eyes so full of trust when he spilled inside her.. Being with her felt like the only clean, pure thing he’d ever done.
She was fourteen years younger than he was; though she was old enough (by law) to marry, most good families would keep a girl her age home for a few more years before sending her off to her husband. At least until they were certain she could safely bear a child. The thought crossed his mind, unbidden, and he could feel the jolt of heat in his cock – just from the mere thought of her little tits swelling, her belly growing round with his son. It was something he’d never dreamed of. Something he never knew he wanted.
Something he knew he couldn’t have.
“Come, Callia. Sit by me.”
She kept her eyes lowered as she did, perched on the side of the tub, close enough for him to touch her. He stroked her thigh lazily and she stared into the water. He wondered what she thought when she was quiet, how her mind worked when she waited for him to speak.
“Are you hurt?” She whispered. Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear her. She shivered as his fingers trailed the inside of his thigh, and he closed his eyes at the her soft little gasp as his fingers brushed her pretty little cunt.
“No, Callie.” He kissed to outside of her thigh. “It wasn’t my blood.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Good.”
“Would it bother you if I was hurt?” He rested his face against her hip, chin on her thigh as he traced light circles on her slit with his finger tips. He could smell her skin, her soap, the lotions his slaves had rubbed on her body. He could smell her sweet little cunt.. His face was so close. Close enough to reach out his tongue and taste her, if that was something he desired. It was something he’d never done. Something he thought submissive. Distasteful. But more than once he’d found himself alone in his bed, fist around the length of his cock imagining what his sister’s cunt would taste like as she came.
“It would bother me very much.” Her voice was thick, and when he looked up at her, her eyes were wet and she was biting her lip. Confusion was apparent on her face, though he had no idea what part of that exchange had confused her. But then, Callia was almost as strange as he was.
She was quiet tonight. Well, she was always quiet. Tonight she was quieter than usual. She stared at him as she bathed him and washed his hair. Her hands slid gracefully over his entire body.. Everywhere except his cock. When she reached for it, he slapped her hand away.
“Not yet.”
When he was done and dried, he pointed to his bed. “Bend over the foot board, Callia.”
She ducked her head and obeyed, positioning her body so that her legs were spread just enough that he could see her tiny, pink cunt. She stood on his tiptoes, her ass presented perfectly. She looked.. Perfect. But not for what he had in mind.
“Feet flat on the floor. Grip the rail so you don’t fall.”
When he had her like her wanted her, tense, unsure, afraid.. He stroked her ass. Softly. He wanted her off guard. When she finally relaxed against his hand and moaned softly at the gentle touch, it was time.
He didn’t hesitate. He heard the sharp crack of flesh against flesh before he felt the hot, stinging pain in his hand. She cried out, in pain as much as surprise, as she sagged against the bed. She whimpered, and his cock jerked when the whimper was followed by a sniffle. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. The next slap was harder; it just barely overlapped the last. His stomach tightened as he studied her ass, so perfectly round and tight. Her smooth, soft skin was still marred from the bruises he’d left with his cane, and now the left side of her ass was beautifully, painfully red from his hands.
He hit her again. And again. And again. Each time watching the red area get larger. He lost himself in his aching palm, it would probably be bruised tomorrow. He was hitting her too hard, and he knew it but.. Her cries stoked him higher, and when he crouched beside her to see the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes, the part of the world he tried to anchor himself in started to slip away. He was losing his head.
He struck her again. He couldn’t stop. Every single inch of her round little ass was swollen and red. So were her thighs, her hips. In places the red was tinged with purple. He struck her again. This time his hand hit his baby sister’s sweet little cunt and the last modicum of control he’d managed to hold on to fell away when his palm came away wet. He shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, his eyes open but unseeing when he realized that she was soaked. So fucking wet, for him, after everything he’d done to her. He gripped her waist in his hands, pulled her ass against his hips. He didn’t fuck her. He just pressed himself against her, hearing her breathless cries as his body ground against the raw, swollen welts on her ass.
He could feel the heat pouring off her skin, and he was losing it. He couldn’t see her, didn’t know what he-
“Cal. I need.. Oh Gods, I need to hurt you Callie. You need to go.” His words were frantic against her throat. He knew this feeling, this sick, uncontrollable lust to hurt, to break, to destroy. “When I let go of you, little sister, you run.”
He let go.
And she was gone.
He heard the click of the door, but the way his head was pounding it sounded so quiet.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that it hadn’t been the door at all. It had been his trunk. Callia was on her hands and knees, crawling back toward him. Caught between her lips was his whip. She raised up on her knees in front of him, offering him his favorite toy.. The one he knew she hated the most. Something inside him broke when he looked into her eyes. Pain and fear.. But trust shined through both – along with another emotion he refused to even let himself name in his dreams.
And it was over. The hazy cloud of killing rage, of blood lust, didn’t leave. It never did. But she, Callia, had pushed it back down to manageable. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the whip and studied it as Cal released it from her teeth. He looked down at her, his Callia.. His girl.
He tossed it across the room behind him.
And then his arms were under hers and she was in the air, and in one more second she was spread out on his bed.
He took her feet in his hands, spreading her legs wider before he laid on top of her body. His mouth hit hers and he could taste the salt on her lips from her tears. He kissed her mouth, her sweet little button of a nose and then her neck. He bit at her collarbone until he felt her hips rock up to meet him.
Then he moved lower. He tasted every inch of his little sister’s body, her tight little nipples, the bottoms of her breasts. He trailed his tongue along the curve of her waist and dragged his teeth along her hipbones. His fingers slid between the lips of her little cunt and found her burning hot and soaking wet. He would taste her tonight. He would hold her little hips against him as he made her cum against his mouth.
He worked his fingers deeper into her hole, looking up past her breasts to see her watching him. She looked unnerved, completely unsure of how to respond and he fucking loved it. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his fingers to his lips.
Her lips parted, and then her mouth dropped open as she watched him slowly lick her juices off his fingers. Her hips rocked off the bed, up towards him, but his eyes closed as his lips wrapped around the tip of his finger.
He jerked her legs open, as wide as he could get them, and stared down at her wet little pussy. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his cock pounding at the giggle she sounded when his cheek grazed her thigh.
“Tickles.” She whimpered and he smiled at her. His cheek was rough, he hadn’t shaved. He rubbed his face against her thigh just to feel her body tremble under his. He kissed her round, tiny little clit. It was wet against his lips and he licked them before he trailed his tongue up her slit. He could feel his own hands shaking against her thighs, and he pressed his thumb against her hole as his lips circled her little button. Her hips arched up to meet his face and he let them, savoring the taste of her teenage cunt against his mouth.
She writhed against him, but he held her in place. Pulled her legs over his shoulders and laced his fingers together over her belly, pinning her against the bad and against his mouth as his tongue worked inside her hot little cunt. She grinded against him, the same way she did when he was fucking her and when he heard that strangled cry – the one he’d come to crave, he knew.
He did not taste her gently. He sucked and he bit, slapped the hell out of her sensitive little clit while he fucked her with his tongue. He kissed her tiny little nub with more force than he had ever kissed her mouth while he forced his fingers in her wet, willing hole. And when he heard that cry.. he felt and he tasted his little sister cum, screaming, with his teeth on her clit and his tongue in her cunt. It was better than he’d ever imagined. His cock throbbed painfully, heavy and aching between her legs, and he didn’t -couldn’t- give her the second she needed to recover.
He was deep inside her in one hard, forceful stoke and he couldn’t stop. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her down to meet him as he drove inside her. He could barely see the blue of her eyes. She was begging like she knew how to speak only four words.
“Please fuck me, Cassius.” Over and over, louder. Crying for him, screaming for him as his body pounded hers. He ached for her. Her fingers nails dug into his back and he hoped that he would have marks on his body like she had on hers, reminders of this night. This night, he had almost lost control. He still felt like he was losing control.
And then his teeth were against her ear, and he hated the words threatening to spill from his lips. “Callie, I-“Don’t. Shut your fucking mouth. He wanted.. Her.
He gritted his teeth as he pulled away, leaving her sprawled on the mattress, her red-blonde hair wild around her face, her eyes half closed but focused only on him.
“My… m-my mouth, Cassius. Cum in my mouth.”
He shook his head as he watched his cock pounding inside her raw, pink little pussy. “No.”
No, tonight he would spill inside his sister’s cunt. Never mind the fact that he knew nothing could come from it. The tea his father gave the whores every morning would prevent conception. But tonight he would cum inside her imagining a day when she was free and he was too. He hadn’t realized it yet, but sometime tonight between the men he’d killed and the sister he loved he’d made a decision. She would not die here. And neither would he. Someday.. They would leave this place. Together.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, but softly, and sank on top of her body with his cock still inside her.
His words were quiet and soft against her ear, his balls heavy against her ass. “Would you give me a son, Callia?”
She froze underneath him and stared up at him with wild eyes. “You know – Father gives us -”
His cock jerked inside her. He was so fucking close. “No. I know. Not tonight.”
He kissed the side of her cheek as he barely whispered words that would have them both killed. “If I could get us out of here.. Would you go with me? Would you leave this place with me, me mine? Love me, Callia, bear my children? Would you have me?”
He felt her answer in her body, saw it in her eyes before she even spoke. She pushed her hips against his and her lips brushed his so gently he might have missed it if he weren’t so focused. He saw something flash in her eyes, a determined awareness. Enlightenment.
There was fire in her gaze when she nodded. “Yes.”
A tension he hadn’t known was there lifted and he dug his fingers into her little hips and felt her body tremble with his next stroke. She would cum for him again, this time as he filled her body with his seed.
*CALLIA
It had never felt like this.
She felt like every single part of her body was on fire as he filled her. Every nerve felt raw, and there were tears building in her eyes as she got ready to cum again. The first time had been against his mouth, with his tongue inside her, something no one had done to her since she was a child. Cassius had done it better. And now his cock filled her, rough strokes that ripped her body apart, but made her feel so fucking alive.
His lips covered hers and caught her scream as her body exploded around him. So intense, so intense that she felt herself crying against his cheek. He licked away her tears as his cum spilled inside her cunt. She felt it, felt him jerk inside her. She knew the sound he made, and the way his body tensed and she found herself shivering around him, thinking about the day when he would be hers as much as she was his.
He collapsed on top of her, and she tried to move out from underneath him so he could lay comfortably. His arms snaked around her and pulled her back against his chest. One of his hands snaked down to her still shaking, overly sensitive cunt. He slapped her pussy hard as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, her face.
“I wish you could sleep here.”
She tensed. She should ask what she’d done wrong last time. So she’d never do it again.
“C-” She whimpered against his ongoing assault of her clit. “Cassius?”
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy, she grinned. A silly grin that she couldn’t exactly explain. She turned to face him, and just stared, smiling as she traced her finger down the bridge of his nose. She shouldn’t have done it. He should have slapped her hand away. But he didn’t. He just watched her through tired eyes. He looked.. Relaxed. It made the butterflies in her belly do funny things.
“When I slept in here, I didn’t mean to crowd you. I didn’t even know I moved.”
He frowned. “You didn’t move, Callie. You slept like a little rock.”
“But..” She scrunched her nose. “You slept on top of me. I thought..”
“When I left, I intended to come home and fuck you until you couldn’t stand up. But it was a long night. When I got home.. I just wanted to touch you while I slept.” He sat up and pulled her close to him, his face so, so serious. “Listen to me Callie.”
She tensed, trepidation building as she watched him.
“Nothing we said tonight can leave this room. You act like everything is normal. You be a good girl, like always.” His fingers brushed over her breasts and he leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. When he pulled away he took her face in her hands. “When they want your cunt, you give it to them. You fuck them, you take whatever cock is stuck in your face. You’re the perfect little whore Cal. Do whatever they tell you to do. And I will find a way to get us out of here.”
She nodded, trembling as he pressed his lips to her belly.. She felt her cunt tighten when she replayed his words in her head. Someday, her flat little belly with would be full and swollen with his child. Her tits would be tight and round and he would still fuck her, still fill her cunt with his cock, and everyone who knew them.. Everyone who saw them would know that it was his baby she was carrying. Perhaps they wouldn’t know she was his sister… but that didn’t matter. Not her.
Someday.

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