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My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40 only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her belly from childbirth and the fact she basically only has nipples for breasts. Having been married to two sluts before my current wife, I knew she was a slut of world-class proportions. I also knew the only way to keep a slut faithful was to keep her appetite for ‘strange’ satisfied. I was also to the point where my wife fucking others was less hurtful than her cheating on me. In fact I had so convinced myself with this, I was all time asking my wife to open up sexually to threesomes and swinging and the like. I had images of her in my mind on her knees, in a room full of men waiting to use her willingly sucking mouth. I also fantasized of her on a bed moaning her lust, her legs in the air, while strange men with large cocks took turns fucking her. But I couldn’t get her to go there. We had fought on the issue on numerous occasions, but my fears of her growing restless and cheating on me would not allow me to give the issue a rest even if I couldn’t bring it up to her. I decided I must skillfully guide her to the first event and then she would probably go there willingly. I set about devising a plan. Besides being gorgeous, my wife is a social animal. We regularly entertain friends at our home, where my talents at the BBQ grill are used to their utmost. This time I intended to use more than my talents at the grill to gain enjoyment for our guests, my wife, and myself. I have over the years been able to get my wife to loosen up on her attire some. When we met she dressed rather frumpishly. She usually looked like the President of the local School Marm’s Association. A lot of this had to do with body image, and though I never successfully argued that a man didn’t care what you looked like, gross obesity aside, if his cock was in your mouth or your pussy, she wouldn’t relent. She stated her reluctance to wear sexy clothing stemmed from the background of a wife of a low paying military man not being able to afford sexy clothing and she had no desire to dress “trashy and flashy”. I was able to counter those arguments when my small-business began to thrive and year in and year out draw in revenues in the multiple 6-figure range. So she could now afford anything. I countered the “trashy and flash” by purchasing sexy, yet classy clothing for her at Christmas one year and when she liked what I had purchased explained to her this wasn’t “trashy and flashy”, yet was still sexy. She had gradually changed in the way she dressed. Her skirts had gotten shorter, which looked great with her long tanned legs, and she had gradually moved toward only wearing thong panties. For the party we were currently planning, I asked her to wear a recently purchased black mini-skirt. I didn’t ask her to wear a specific blouse, feeling she should have the choice, to select as conservative a blouse as she wanted to help her feel comfortable in her dress and not draw attention in her mind to the extremely short skirt. When I came through the bedroom as she was dressing and I saw her putting on pantyhose, I asked her if they were necessary. I explained this was an informal get together and she should be comfortable in her dress and that her legs were already nicely tanned this year and hoses of any kind shouldn’t be necessary. I would have liked it ok if she had chosen lace-top thigh highs, but none were better than pantyhose (my view of the modern chastity belt). She agreed one less waistband would be more comfortable and returned the pantyhose to her lingerie drawer. Now phase I of my plan was in place and the rest could proceed. Some of our friends were married couples and some were single. We hadn’t gravitated away from singles once we married as so many couples do and the single guys and gals were a regular part of our entertaining. I had singled out a young black male co-worker as my ‘partner in crime’ as my wife had a fantasy about big black cocks fucking her. Gerome was his name and I explained my plan to him and detailed his part in the plan, and he eagerly agreed to participate. I had known he would, for I had seen him undress my wife with his eyes more than once. I guess the vision of a strong burly black man fucking a petite blond white girl wasn’t just a white man fantasy. So the plan was in place as the guests started to arrive for a late afternoon BBQ. The ribs were sizzling in the smoker, and a large pitcher of Top Shelf Margarita’s was chilling in the fridge. My wife liked these especially well, and I did too because with three shots of booze and three shots of mix per drink, one didn’t have to drink many to feel the effect. As she poured for the first of our guests, she politely poured herself one and began to imbibe. My wife, ever the dutiful hostess, kept glasses topped off and, congenially, drank right along keeping pace with her guests. By the time the ribs were served with the fixings, she was starting to feel the effect as she had consumed several of the potent cocktails, on an empty stomach. I cautioned her to slow her consumption. I wanted her relaxed and slightly buzzed, but not passing out drunk. After the meal and some socializing, the couples started to drift toward the door. I had hoped the free-flowing liquid refreshment would encourage hasty departures and it had worked. The single males however were all staying put. They all knew the grand plan, though not the detail, for their involvement would be spontaneous. After all the couples had left and only several single males remained, Gerome asked if we could retire to the den for some movies on the 52″ home theatre system we had recently purchased. After he had briefly reviewed our impressive library of videos, he asked me, in a manner my wife could hear if I had any skin flicks? I said yes and went to the stash in the master bedroom. I chose one that had the semblance of a plot to it, hoping to keep my wife interested in it. When I returned the sweet yet acrid smell of Pot was floating in the room. I had told Gerome to try to get my wife to smoke some. I knew this always made her horny, but she was on again off again about its use. As I entered the room, she was taking a big hit off the joint Gerome had passed her. She passed it to me and I hit on it then passed it on. We continued to pass the joint around the room until it was gone. All totaled my wife took three hits off the joint. In her desire to be a good hostess, she had joined right in which was what I had hoped for. I told the guys to settle in and put the video in the VCR. It was about a young woman taken captive by a biker gang and forced to serve them sexually, but who overtime, comes to enjoy her role. It had all the elements I needed. Multiple partners, and interracial fucking. I threw a pillow on the floor beside the sofa, and lay down on my belly to watch. I gestured for my wife to join me. Though partially drunk and partially stoned, she managed a very ladylike decent to the floor beside me in the short dress she was wearing. I snuggled in close to her and we started watching the fuck flick. As the movie progressed, I sensed a rise in her level of excitement, characterized by her fidgety movements next to me. I decided it was time to put the next phase of my plan into action.wife fuck friend sex storiesRolling to my side I drew her into my arms and kissed her a long, slow, deep-wet kiss. The kind designed to stir feelings. She responded by kissing me back in the same manner. It certainly appeared as though the combination of Margarita’s, Pot, the fucking on the movie and my kiss was creating the desired effect. Now it was time to see how deeply that effect ran. I began kissing her again, and at the same time I ever so slowly I crept my hand down her back and across her ass until it was at the hem of her short skirt. My hand then reversed direction and started to slide up under her skirt, along her inner thigh. When I reached the crotch of her panties I slid my hand up onto her ass. As my fingers traced her crotch upward to her ass, it felt as though her pussy lips were fully engorged with the blood of her lust, and she moaned softly. Releasing from the kiss she whispered that I should stop as we might be seen, yet she made no move to remove my hand. My hand began to caress the cheeks of her ass, an action that really turns her on. I whispered back to her the guys were all staring intently at the video and we wouldn’t be observed and from where we were lying they would have to make a concerted effort to see what we were doing. My fingers moved to the thong that ran through the crack of her ass and traced downward to her sopping wet cunt and began to work inside. As first one then two fingers worked in and out of her steamy snatch, I told her they couldn’t see anything if they looked except my hand under her skirt anyway. I went on to say even if they did, that was OK, because she was my wife, and we could put on a little bit of a show for them. This must have appealed to the exhibitionist in her as her lips came down onto mine and she began to kiss me in earnest again. I could feel her cunt starting to suck on the invading digits sawing in and out of her steamy fuck hole, and her ass moved in an almost imperceptible counter rhythm to my finger-fucking motions. I felt it time again to advance the plan along. I laid my ankle over the ankle closest to me and started to draw her legs further apart, ostensibly to gain better access to her pussy. At first she resisted slightly, then she yielded completely. Her legs slid apart and to lend credence to why the move was necessary, I inserted a third digit into her pleasure palace. She again moaned softly into my mouth as she continued the heated kiss. My leg spreading he legs was Gerome’s signal to action and he moved unnoticed to the place beside her other leg. I held the kiss, hoping to prevent protest as he took her other ankle and spread her legs a few inches further. I detected a jump of surprise from her as he touched her ankle, but she didn’t stop kissing me. So far so good. Gerome continued with his execution of the plan, by placing his hand under the hem of her skirt and moving it smoothly, slowly but deliberately, up the back of her thigh. I again felt her inwardly gasp as his hand contacted the cheeks of her ass, but I felt her melt again as he gently molded the nearest cheek with his large hand. She began to offer more intensity to the kiss I was receiving, telling me Gerome’s efforts were having the desired effect. I don’t know whether it was just the pleasure of the kneading of her ass or the fact it was a strange hand, Either way, I didn’t care, she hadn’t protested this intrusion and I felt we were on the way to the goal I sought. Gerome continued to knead her ass for several moments as instructed, and my wife’s kisses became more passionate. It was time for the next step. I gave Gerome the signal to proceed by unwrapping my leg from around hers. Gerome began to move his hand over to the thong as I had and once it was under the cloth, slid it down toward her fevered pussy. When I felt his hand touch mine, I withdrew my fingers from my wife’s cunt to be quickly replaced by two of Gerome’s larger digits. I felt her start to diminish the kiss as if to protest and I quickly began to massage her stiff clit with my cunt-juice slickened finger. Instead of breaking the kiss, this served to intensify her passion and she began to suck on my invading tongue as if it were a hard cock. Her hips were also actively gyrating to the stimulus of the two hands. I felt it safe to continue. I withdrew my hand from her panties leaving only Gerome’s probing digits, and her hip gyrations never diminished. I scooted up toward her head until I was sitting with a leg down either side of her body, her head in between my legs. I bent over and whispered “Suck me baby.” as I unfastened the fly of my pants. My erect cock sprang free and my wife quickly grabbed it and swallowed the head into her mouth. The look in her eyes told me she was lost to her lust, but that she also was also perhaps a little miffed to the whole scene that was unfolding. Yet the intensity with which she was sucking my cock and gyrating her hips to Gerome’s finger fucking told me lust was winning the war in her mind and body. I let her continue to suck me for several more minutes, then gave Gerome the next que. Bending over my wife’s bobbing head, I grasped the hem of her skirt and drew it up around her waist. I heard Gerome gasp as my wife’s lovely ass came into view, just inches from his face. The only thing obstructing the view was the band of thong material that split her ass checks in two. This was his signal and Gerome smoothly withdrew his fingers from my wife’s nibbling snatch and grasped her panties by the waist and started to slowly draw them down. This was a moment of truth, and when my wife redoubled her efforts at sucking my cock, I knew we had passed this milestone. Gerome drew the panties down her long shapely legs, and off one ankle. He then reached up on the sofa for a large pillow. Sliding his hand under her belly, he lifted her up and slid the pillow under her midsection. He then settled between her splayed thighs and began to dip his tongue into her fully exposed cunt and to tease her lust engorged clit. I had always heard, and bought into the stereotype, that blacks didn’t like oral sex. But Gerome went after my wife’s lust bloated pussy like a man possessed. His tongue dipping into her soppy cunt and then flicking her hardened clit, with occasional attention to her puckered brown star was having its effect. My wife was nearly deep-throating my cock, something she had never been able to do, in her effort to drain my balls of her favorite beverage. I felt it as time for the ultimate test and signaled Gerome. The lusty young black man raised to his knees, between my wife’s splayed legs. Unzipping the fly of his jeans, he released the largest cock I had ever seen. I have a nice size cock at nearly 9 inches, but Gerome’s was close to 14 and what made it truly magnificent was it was as big around as my wife’s wrist. It was only partially erect when first released from his jeans, but a couple of good strokes and the huge black fuck-tool was fully hard and ready for action. The dark black head glistened with the precum that had oozed from it while he had stroked it to full erection. Gerome scooted up further and began to trace the bloated lips of my wife’s pussy, slickening the head of his cock further with her juices to prepare for penetration. The feel of the cock tracing her pussy caused my wife to look up at me, though she never stopped sucking my cock. The look in her eyes said don’t you think its time to put a stop to this.sex storyAt that very moment, Gerome began to penetrate my wife’s tight, wet cunt with his massive cudgel. The first thrust sent 8 inches of the huge Alabama black snake into her steamy hole. My wife gasped at the fullness of the sudden intrusion and stopped sucking my cock momentarily. On the second thrust I heard Gerome’s belly slap against my wife’s ass and knew he had sunk all 14 inches into her. For her part my wife just moaned at the fullness this fucking cock was stretching her too, and again drew my cock back into her mouth for another round of enthusiastic sucking. As Gerome continued to thrust into her, my wife gradually was coming up onto her hands and knees in an effort to meet his thrusts with counter-thrusts of her own. The slut in my wife had finally been set free and she was actively fucking another man as she sucked me. There could be no doubt that she was a willing participant even if booze and drugs had been used to break down her false inhibitions. On her hands and knees now, I pulled her blouse, a simple tee, up around her armpits and unlatched her bra. The slapping noise that Gerome’s fucking had caused, caught the attention of the other guys and they all quickly surrounded the three of us. Not saying a word, only indicating with gestures, I had two of them lay on their backs and begin to suck the turgid nipples of her small breasts. My wife’s breasts, being as small as they are, are extremely sensitive to any attention at all. As the two men sucked and nipped the erect nipples, she responded by hoovering my cock even more vigorously. After a few more moments, I emptied my balls into her mouth. She lost nary a drop as she swallowed every squirt of her treasured prize. I gestured at one of the other guys to take my place and just before she inhaled his offered cock into her mouth, she screamed as the first full-blown vaginal orgasm of the evening ripped through her. “FUCK ME LOVER. FUCK MY CUNT. HURT MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK OF YOURS. FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE.” Gerome was slamming into her hard now. My wife was rocking back to meet his inward thrusts, then rocking forward to capture the cock in her mouth again before rocking back against Gerome again. I was in heaven watching from across the room through the viewfinder of the video camera as I captured every moment. But now for that special shot before Gerome blew his load, putting him out of action for a brief while. I walked to the group and stopped them all with gestures again. My wife looked up at me with lust in her eyes and a look that said why are you stopping them. I took her hand and stood her up, then led her down the hall toward the guestroom. I knew she would never approve of fucking another man in our bed and this way too, our bed would still be ok to sleep in if we made it to sleeping this night. As we walked, I completed the disrobing of her fully exposed body. The guys had followed without being told to and I laid my wife down on the guest bed. The two that had been sucking her nipples lay down on either side of her and went back to sucking. My wife’s hands came down to caress the backs of the heads of the two guys and her eyes closed as she gave into the lust consuming her body once more. I told Gerome not to resume fucking her until I returned with the video camera, and left the room. When I returned, I set the video tripod at the foot of the bed and zoomed in on her steamy pussy. I had never seen my wife’s lips so bloated before or her clit standing so erect. It looked like she had a small penis growing from between her labia. I gestured to Gerome and her crawled between her legs. I caught the most beautiful sight on tape to view again and again, as her cunt opened up and swallowed the huge black fuckstick Gerome was shoving into her. The contrast of black cock disappearing into white cunt was truly the most erotic sight I had ever seen, and the fact the cunt belonged to my wife made it even more so. Now my dictionary defines the word cuckold as a man whose wife is unfaithful. I have always heard it said it is a man who likes to watch his wife getting fucked by strangers. If that is the true definition, I became an out-of-the-closet cuckold at that very moment. Watching that big black cock drive into her petite body, seeing her legs in the air and hips thrusting against Gerome’s thrusts and hearing the moans of pure animal lust coming out of her were enough to give me my second hard of the night. My wife for her part was moaning in cadence with the cock thrusting into her. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. As her next orgasm approached she got louder. “FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” Then as Gerome let loose his hot seed into her belly he triggered another orgasm. “FUCK ME. FUCK MY CUNT. YES, YES, HOSE ME DOWN WITH YOUR HOT CUM. DROWN MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. OH YES, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” After Gerome finished unloading into her and climbed off, one of the other guys climbed on. For the next several hours it was a continuous chain of fucking cocks. As quick as one would blow in her, another would take his place. My wife was usually sucking on one trying to get him ready to fuck her again, while another pounded on her cunt. She was being her own fluffer. But she had always loved sucking cocks, even telling me of men she sucked even though she wouldn’t fuck them. I was treated to watching her lovingly suck Gerome’s cock into readiness a couple of times that evening. Again the erotic sight of that big black cock disappearing into her white face was soooooooo arousing. Followed by it disappearing into her willing cunt. My wife is a fair complected blond, and Gerome one of those extremely dark African-Americans whose cock is even black at the head, so the contrast was even more stark. Her orgasms had started to come continually, which wasn’t unusual for her after she got the first two. So the chant of “Fuck me” was also continuous, only stopping while a different lover crawled between her legs. If a lover took too much time getting into her cunt with his cock, she would chide him to hurry and fuck her. I told you my wife was a world-class slut. Yet, in spite of the fact I knew this, she even surprised me that night. My wife had been abused anally by an insensitive lover at one point in her life and the resulting damage to her tiny ass had led to infection, embarrassment and weeks of physical pain. But the most severe damage had been emotional. And though she loved me to tongue her ass or finger her ass with a well-lubricated finger, while I fucked her, she would never let me stick my rather large cock into her ass and fuck it good and proper.hot incest storiesAfter a couple of hours of fucking though, most of the time being double penetrated with a cock in her mouth while one worked her cunt over, she announced she wanted to be triple penetrated. She had one of the men lie on the bed and she mounted his erect cock taking it deep into her cunt. Then selecting the man with obviously the smallest cock, she handed him a small jar of Vaseline from the nightstand and had him lube up and put his cock into her ass. She chided him to go slowly until he was buried balls deep in her ass. Then she called Gerome over to her head and began to suck his stiffening cock. After a few minutes the three cocks were stroking her without mercy, but after she managed to suck Gerome dry, it became obvious she was experiencing the best fucking of her life as she chanted. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. FUCK MY ASS YOU BASTARD. FUCK ME HARD YOU SONS-OF-BITCHES. CUM IN MY ASS. I WANNA FEEL YOUR CUM IN MY ASS. FUCK MY ASS. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEE.” The guys fucked on her for about four hours. Each fucked her at least three times. A couple, including the undeniable Gerome, four times and one even five I think. Oh the staying power of youthful lust. After all left around two in the morning, my wife was covered from head to toe with dried or drying cum. I helped her to bathe and to bed. We slept the sleep of the dead curled in each other’s arms and woke as the late morning sun illuminated our bedroom. The thought had occurred to me the hell to pay might come in the morning as I drifted off. My dreams though were of cocks coming from every angle at my willing slutty wife, and dreams of becoming a millionaire selling amateur videos of my wife, the newest porn queen, on the Internet. As I awoke, I rose and went to the kitchen, preparing coffee for me and setting my wife’s teapot to boil. Her tea was ready as she entered our country kitchen a few minutes later, and any worries of recrimination by morning’s light were quickly dispelled. As she sat to her tea and the toasted English muffin I had prepared for her, she quipped “Remind me never to smoke pot and drink Margarita’s in the same evening again.” As if on queue, I asked why. With a wink and then a smile she said, ” MARGARITA’S AND POT MAKE MY PUSSY HURT!” I proved myself right, in that, since that night, I have no trouble getting my wife to participate in sexual events that involve third, fourth, and more parties. In fact, if she sees a strange man or woman (yes, it turns out my wife is BI) that turns her on sexually, she won’t hesitate to ask and I will attempt to set up a liaison. Sometimes the women are reluctant, but my wife is so attractive, the men have never been. We only have two rules. One I must always be present, so she isn’t cheating (a loose distinction I know, but it works for us) and two, we keep it within limits. No obsession with it, so we usually confine it to two or three times a quarter. Oh, in case you wondered, my wife wouldn’t allow anyone to see the videos except those who participate, so there goes my dream of riches. I always video the events and sometimes participate, but usually I am just the voyeur behind the camera. I will have to tell you about some of these sometime, but that is another story for another time. Ok, we all know I am a sick puppy, even so if you have comments or suggestions, write me at

I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said to me. I could see Him looking down at me smiling. It was a very sinister grin. I knew He had something planned. He then said “I have to go to work for a little while and I’ll see you when I get back.” “Yes Sir,” I answered kind of hurt because we were supposed to spend the whole day together. When I finally rolled out of bed an hour later there was a note written in my lipstick on the mirror. It read ‘ Today is your day. You may go to the beach.’ We had a small very secluded stretch of beach in out backyard. I loved to go out there and sunbathe naked but would not dare with out permission. I put on my sheer pink sundress and gathered a few things and headed out to the beach. I walked through the newly remolded gate and was admiring how nice it looked with the fence that was put up. I also noticed that the tool box was still out here. So I made a mental note to remind Him about it. I laid out my blanket and took off my sundress and sat down. I was sitting there just soaking in the sun. Feeling its warm rays beating down on me. It felt so warm and so inviting. I could feel myself starting to sweat so I decided to jump in the ocean to cool off a bit. As I was walking out of the water back to my blanket I noticed how turned on I was from swimming naked. I loved the feel of the waves breaking over my chest then falling down through my legs. It seemed like the waves had a mind of their own, making sure to just slightly hit my clit with each wave. I laid down on my stomach and just let the sun warm my body. It felt so good. Like I was just melting away. I was thinking about what would happen later. I had no Idea what He had planned originally before He got called into work. But I knew He would make up for it later. I decided to turn over and let the warmth of the sun beat down on my breasts. Before I laid back I applied sun screen so that I would be in top form for my Master if He needed me to be. I then spread my legs so I could feel the sun pushing its way inside of me. This felt so erotic. And I drifted off in my thoughts. I was woken up by the feeling that someone was watching me. It was my Master. I looked up at Him and smiled. “Stand My Pet,” He told me and I did. He led me down to the water by my nipples. He then told me to go in and make sure all the sunscreen was washed off because He did not want to feel anything but His fingers against my salty skin. I made sure I washed off all the sunblock and walked out to a waiting towel. I dried off and He put a blindfold on me. He guided me up the beach. Thoughts of what He was doing were fluttering through my head. I was thinking what was He going to do out here? There was nothing, so I thought, out here. There were all sorts of sounds that I had never heard before. All of this was going on all around me. He took my right wrist and pulled it up and the I heard a click. He then clicked in my left wrist and removed my blindfold. I was almost suspended between the two poles that was the gateway to the beach. He then told me to spread my feet out so that they reached the poles at the bottom. He walked over to the tool box and opened it and pulled out two more cuffs with chains on them to fasten my ankles to the poles. I now knew that it was not a tool box and it was left out there for a reason. When my ankles were attached to the poles I was barely standing on my tip toes. He said to me “struggle all you like my pet, these poles are five feet in the ground and you are not going anywhere.” I watched as He reached up and clicked the chains at the top even tighter. Now I was completely suspended from these poles. He stood before me and looked at His handy work. I could tell by the grin on His face that he was really enjoying this. He ran His hands down over my shoulders and over my chest. Taking special care not to touch my nipples. Each time He did this they would stand out just a little bit more. He looked at me and said “Did I give you permission to get excited?” “No Sir,” I answered. “You know you will be punished for that,” He replied. “Yes Sir,” I whispered. He then reached down into the box again and pulled out what looked like a dildo on a stake. He drove it into the sand below me and then lifted me up onto it and said “remember you are still going to be punished.” “Yes Sir,” I gasped. I barely got that out because I could not believe His mind was so imaginative to do what was happening at this moment. He then picked up a crop and started tapping my thighs with it. Every time He touched me with the crop I struggled not to move but to no avail. The more I moved the more the dildo would slide into me and He would reach down to push it further into the ground so it would only stay an inch and a half inside of me. I tried squeezing my muscles in my pussy to keep it pushed in, but He would not have it. He then ran the crop up my stomach and around each breast. Each time He circled my breast He would come closer and closer to my nipples, but yet still not touching them. “Snap,” He hit my nipple with the end of the crop. It didn’t hurt but it sent chills all through my body. He was snapping the crop from nipple to nipple, all quick little snaps.pornI was trying to struggle to get free and He whispered in my ear again “there is no where for you to go my pet.” He removed the dildo that was placed in the ground and lifted it up to my lips. “Stick out your tongue,” He says. I looked into His eyes to see if He was serious and He pushed the dildo onto my lips and into my mouth. “Clean it off,” He commanded and I did. He then walked around behind me and “whack,” I felt the crop across my right thigh. He ran His hand over where the crop had just been. He said that He could feel the heat from the sting of the crop. “Whack,” He hit the other thigh. “Can’t play favorites,” He said. And He rubbed that spot too. He then moved the crop to my ass “whack, whack, whack, whack,” He swung the crop again. I could feel the lines forming on my ass from where He had just dealt out my punishment. “Thank you Sir for correcting me,” I said. Then He started running the crop up and down the inside of my thighs and across my open pussy lips. I could feel the small leather tip brush across my clit. Then “snap” against my clit. I jumped as much as the restraints would allow. I know He enjoyed this because He snapped the crop a few more times. “Please Sir,” I begged, “no more Sir please.” “Why my pet,” He asks. “Sir I need to cum please Sir,” I answered. “Please Sir I am begging You, please let me cum Sir,” I pleaded. He then put down the crop and walked around in front of me and was running His hands all over my body, stopping to pinch my nipples. He could see that my legs were beginning to shake and whispered in my ear “You may cum my pet when you are ready.” He continued to run His hands all over me and then down between my pussy lips and slowly sliding His fingers all thru my wetness. He got them wet enough to be able to slip His four fingers inside of me to find my g-spot. He could feel me at the brink of exploding and the reached out with His thumb and just lightly brushed my clit. That was all I could take. My head fell backwards as my body trembled and my pussy grasped onto His hand. I was cumming like I had never cum before. It was rushing out of my pussy all over His hand and down my leg. I looked down and I could see the puddle that had formed in the sand below me. Some of it was from me sweating but most was from me cumming and squirting. He reached down and undid my ankles. I was hanging there with my head on His shoulder. I knew once He undid my hands I would not be able to stand up. He balanced me in such a way that when He undid my hands, He was all that was holding me up. He carried me into the house and laid me down on the cool floor. It was a welcome cold all over me. With that He said that He would be right back and He walked out the door. Some how I knew that this was not over. About an hour later He walked back into the house and order me to get up. I looked at Him giving Him a look to please let me rest. And He bent over and slapped my ass very hard and told me to get up again. With that I stood up and stood before Him with my eyes down and my hands folded behind my back. He then told me to go shower. And I did. As I was washing my hair and taking in the coconut essence from my shampoo, I started wonder what He has planned for the night. I knew we had no plans to go out. All I could think of was that He was going to use or do something that had never been done before. And this excited me. I could feel my stomach starting to twinge with anticipation. There were so many things that He had but had not been used on me yet. I could never imagine what He would do. He was always surprising me with something different. Just them I heard a knock at the bathroom door. He asked, “Are you almost done?'” “Yes Sir,” I answered. I didn’t realize how long I had been in the shower. When I got out of the shower I saw my robe sitting there under the towel. I knew that this was what He wanted me to wear. I put it on and went and knelt down on the floor next to Him on the couch. He stood up and took me by the hand and led me to a room of the house that I had not been allowed to go into. He said it was a surprise. We walked in and He had the candle burning already. He also had the champagne on ice. He walked over and poured three glasses of champagne. I looked at Him as to get and answer to why three glasses. But He avoided my look, and I knew not to ask. He handed me a glass and said, “drink it all down.” I did as I was told. He refilled it and said the same thing. So I did. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table next to one of the candles. He picked up a collar that I had never seen before and placed it ever so gingerly around my neck. I saw a long chair hanging from it and wondered what it connected to. But I knew I would find out. I was told to remove my robe which I did. I felt the chain hanging down between my breasts. The coldness of it was making my nipples hard and taunt. I could tell He liked this by the approving smile on His face. He then took an ace bandage and wrapped my wrists together behind me. I was thinking ‘ooohhhh this is nice, bound but yet still movement’. Then He picked up a roll of duct tape and secured my wrists even more. Now I had no movement at all. The next thing He picked up was a spread bar. He placed it at my ankles and attached it. First my right then my left. He could see that I had butterflies in my stomach by my shaking. He looked into my eyes and said “You know you have nothing to worry about right?” “Yes Sir, you know I trust you Sir,” I answered. “Good girl,” He replied. Then He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could feel His hands exploring my body inch by inch. He was running His fingers over the chain that hung down to the floor. Then I felt the tension lift off the chain. I could feel it being pulled up over my head and then “click”. He had connected it to a hook in the ceiling. Now I was not only bound but I could not move at all. I felt so open and so exposed. I could hear Him over at the table where the champagne was. He told me to open my mouth and as I did, He lifted a glass to my lips. I could feel the bubbles tickling my nose. He then told me not to move. I could feel the champagne running partly into my mouth and partly down over my breasts. Making my nipples even harder. It was running down over my belly and was making its way right to my clit. I could feel it mixing with my own wetness. He then bent over and licked from my clit up over my tummy, thru the middle of my breasts. Then circling each one to get all of what was poured over them. He then continued up my neck to my lips. I wanted and needed to be kissed so badly and He knew this. This is one thing that He would never hold back from me. He traced my lips with His tongue. I slightly opened my mouth a bit more so when He traced my lips He would also hit my tongue. With that He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as far as the chain connecting me to the ceiling would allow and engulfed my mouth into His. I let out a soft ‘mmmmm’. I could feel Him smile with approval with my lips. I loved to please Him so much. I could feel Him tracing my breasts with His finger tips. And then walking away as His fingers kept in contact with my nipple as long as allowed. I then heard the rattle of the ice in the champagne bucket. I knew what was coming next. I felt the cold sting of the ice cube on my nipples. He had ice in both hands. He just held it upon my nipples. I thought they were going to explode. He ran the ice down my body over my sides and then to my inner thighs. He ran the cubes lightly over my clit switching cubes till they had both melted. I was just about ready to lose it when I felt a feather being dragged across my sides.indian porn story“Sir please no, I am way to ticklish,” I pleaded with Him but to no avail. He kept pulling the feather across my body. I was in tickling agony now. I whimpered almost in tears to Him, “please Sir no more.” And He stopped. He then began running His fingers on the inside of my thighs. I could feel His breath on my neck and on my face. He was teasing me with both His hands on the inside of my thighs just barely hitting my clit. He then whispered in my ear “You know not to cum with out permission.” “Yes Sir,” I replied. He kept running His fingers on both hands from the pinkys to His index fingers over my clit. I was beginning to shake and He knew I needed release.. Just then He told me to cum and I did. I was using the chain that connected me to the ceiling to keep myself from falling over. I was shaking from head to toe. He was holding onto me and I could feel Him shaking from holding me. He unhooked the chain from the ceiling and from the collar. And He gently sat me in a chair that He had placed under me. He removed the spreader bar and my wrist restraints. Then finally He removed my blindfold and kissed me ever so passionately I thought I would cum again. He then laid me on the floor and connected me to eye bolts on the floor and knelt over me. I knew what to do at this point. No words were needed. I opened my mouth and took Him in as far as I could. I could feel Him growing inside of my mouth. I was trying to tease Him by flicking my tongue everywhere but not quite wrapping it around Him yet. I felt Him pinch my nipples hard and I knew this meant to stop teasing Him. But for some reason I just could not stop. He got up and undid my the eye bolts and stood me up. Walked me over to the stockade and placed me in it. Now my head and wrists were not going to move. He stood before me and opened my mouth, and grabbed my hair. He was making sure I would not try to tease Him this time. He had picked up the paddle and whacked my ass with it just to remind me. As He did this I took Him even further into my mouth. I could feel Him hitting the back of my throat. He was holding Himself up by my hair. He dropped the paddle and grabbed my hair with both hands and was pushing Himself are far into my mouth as He could without hurting me. I kept trying to push Him out of my mouth in fear that I would gag. He could sense this and was not happy. He flipped open the stockade and pushed me to the thick rubber mat that was on the floor. He forced my hands up over my head and scolded me not to move them. At this point I knew I would not disobey anything that He said. He pushed my legs open as far as they would go and leaned in towards me. I lifted my hips up in hopes of helping Him. But that was not what He wanted. He got a rope and tied me across the belly down to the mat. He then tied my hands off over my head and then my thighs to the mat spread as far as they would go plus a little more.. Next He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I heard Him get up and the next thing I felt was wax dripping on me just below my chest. It was getting hotter and hotter. I knew He was bringing it closer and closer to my skin. He could see me jump with each drop that fell on me. He put down the candle and knelt between my legs again and said “You will not move this time.” “Yes Sir,” I struggled to say. He ran His cock up and down from my clit to the bottom of my lips very slowly. It took all of what was in me not to move. He continued to tease me.. “Please Sir,” I begged “I need you inside of me Sir. I want to feel you cum inside of me.” He leaned down and whispered “those were the words I was waiting to hear my pet.” And He kissed me and as He did He slid in me. I came almost instantly. And Him feeling my pussy contract around Him tightly made Him cum. He came with so much force I thought He would never stop coming. It felt so good. I never wanted to loose this feeling. While still inside of me, He untied me and we just laid there in each others arms. I felt so safe, so secure, and so very protected.

Martin was on the computer when Laura got home from work. In fact, he was usually on the computer whenever…

(With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her forties, is an attractive brunette who stands 5’11” in her stockinged feet. Her 36-24-36 figure is exactly as it was in her twenties, and her fabulous long legs attract admiring glances wherever she goes. She tells here in her own words, how her life became much more fun the day she decided to tell her husband she was leaving him. Chapter 1 I married Michael when we were both 21. He was a lot smaller than me at 5’3,” and was slightly built. At first, the differences between us worked very well. I was always the strong one, taking charge of everything, he with his docile nature letting me do it. I got my way by having the two children I wanted, Candy and Adam, very early in the marriage and within a year of each other. As the years went on, however, I began to lose respect for my submissive husband. He was going nowhere in his job, and at home I was the one who kept the family together with no help from him. Sex was also a problem. He is very poorly endowed, and absolutely hopeless in the bedroom. I don’t recall him giving me an orgasm in all the years we have been together. The only way I managed to stick it out was to have a succession of lovers throughout the marriage to keep me satisfied. Despite this, when the children were 17 and 16 I decided I had had enough. I sat Michael down, and told him that I was going to leave. Predictably, he began to cry and beg me not to go. He told me he loved me more than anything, and would do everything I asked of him if only I would stay. Eventually, I said that although I did not want to, I would give it a try but strictly on my terms. He agreed immediately. I decided that I would no longer try to hide my infidelities, and told him all about my previous lovers. I also made it clear to him that I was presently seeing a 22 year old, well endowed black guy. I told him that I would continue to see the man, and that he would have to accept not being allowed to have sex with me again. Michael was devastated at my revelations, but when he calmed down agreed to my conditions. Because I no longer cared, I began to flaunt my affair with my boyfriend Tony. I would let Michael know when I was going out for sex, and when I returned I would make sure my husband got a good look at my ravaged body, with love bites all over my tits and neck. Knowing how much this upset him, because he had always been very jealous, I began to take it further. I would slip into bed naked, and pull Michael’s head down to my pussy and make him lap up the cum that Tony had deposited there. He complained at first, but when he knew that refusal meant that I would leave, he did as he was told. I told Michael that on no account was he to see other women, and that I did not want him jerking off. I suspected that he was doing so, but had never seen him. However, one day I returned home early to find him sniffing at a pair of my cum-soaked panties, while stroking his little cock. I went mad at him, calling him all the perverts under the sun, and telling him that if he did not agree to having his cock locked up to prevent masturbation, I was out the door. The wimp agreed to wear a cock cage, and then I really went to town on him. I insisted he sleep naked next to me every night, and that he spend an hour before going to sleep attending to my pussy with his tongue, whether I was full of cum or not. While he did this, I would taunt him about the size of Tony’s cock, and his prowess in bed. I would tell him that my lover would fuck me at least three times a night, and give me an orgasm every time. Within a couple of weeks, the cage was doing its job, and Michael began begging me for release. He never got it of course. Later on, I decided Michael should meet Tony, the real man who was cuckolding him, so I began making my husband join the two of us for dinner. We would sit opposite him, kissing and cuddling throughout the meal, to my husband’s obvious distress. A scenario we repeated very often was to go back to our place, drag Michael to the bedroom with us, and make him watch while Tony fucked me beautifully. My husband would then be made to suck my pussy clean, while Tony stood by ridiculing him. When that was done, I would watch while Michael sucked my lover’s cock clean of his cum and my juices. Michael would then be sent, sobbing, jealous and frustrated to the spare room while Tony and I carried on fucking through the night. I was having great fun, and always looking for new ways to humiliate my husband. The next stage in my treatment of him was not my idea, however. Tony still lived at home with his mother Rachel, and 17-year-old sister Amy. He had told them all about our treatment of my husband, and they were keen to meet him. It was decided that we would have dinner at their place one Friday night, and stay over. When we arrived, Rachel and Amy greeted me warmly, and ignored Michael. Rachel was 40, a little older than me, and very attractive. She was perhaps a little overweight now, but with a very sexy, curvy figure. Amy was stunningly pretty, tall, with large breasts and a prominent ass. We sat down to dinner almost immediately. Michael, who had been very nervous about coming, told Rachel he was not hungry, and declined any food. “So,” Rachel said, as we began eating. “My Tony is having to do your job in the bedroom with your wife Michael. Why is that?” “Because he has a tiny dick,” I cut in. “And he doesn’t even know how to use that!” Amy sniggered, and Rachel laughed out loud. The meal continued, with Tony regularly turning to me to give me a kiss, or stroking my arm or y thigh. “It looks as though your wife is going to be well fucked tonight,” laughed Amy. “Will you be jerking off at the thought of it?” “Oh no,” I told her. “His little cock has been locked up for the last three months, he can’t get any relief.” “Really?” she asked. “That’s great! Do you tease him?” “All the time,” I grinned. “Good,” she replied. “Any man who can’t keep his wife satisfied deserves to be permanently frustrated.” “As you are not eating,” Rachel interrupted. “Why don’t you get under the table, and use your tongue to get your wife nice and wet for my boy?” Michael glanced at me, and I indicated for him to get down. He knelt before me, and pulled down my panties. He then began to lick me slowly as we continued our meal. By the end of it, I was so horny that I suggested Tony and I go straight upstairs. “Good idea,” said Rachel. “Your husband will keep us both entertained, I am sure.” We went upstairs, and I had a fantastic night in bed with Tony, completely forgetting about my husband. In the morning, Tony woke me gently, and gave me my fourth helping of cock. After we had finished, he told me he would go down and get Michael to come and clean me up. My husband came up a little later, looking very tired and a little ill. He got between my legs without a word, and sucked me clean of Tony’s cum before returning downstairs. I had a quick shower, and went down for breakfast. “Your husband is not eating,” remarked Rachel. “Perhaps it’s because of all the cum he has just eaten,” I suggested, smiling. Rachel and Amy grinned at each other. “Maybe,” said Amy, with a wicked smile. We said our goodbyes, and set off for home. Michael was especially quiet on the way home, and still looked a little nauseous. When we got in, I sat him down and asked what had happened with the two women the previous evening. He said he did not want to talk about it, but I insisted. “Well,” he began. “After you went upstairs to er,” “To get fucked Michael,” I emphasised. “I went upstairs to get fucked by my lover, something you will never experience again!” “Well anyway,” he went on dejectedly. “Rachel insisted we all get naked. Then Amy stood up, put her arms round me and pressed her naked body against me. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her.” “And did you?” I enquired. “Yes,” he replied. “But I knew she would not let me.” I laughed out loud. Then they both sat on the sofa, and told me to get on my knees and clean their feet with my mouth. It was awful; they had been barefoot all day walking round the house and in the garden. Their feet were filthy, and they would not let me stop until they were spotless, including in between their toes. At the end, my mouth was dry, and I had a horrible taste in it, so I asked for a drink. Amy said certainly, and had me sit on the floor. Then she stood with her pussy over my mouth, and ordered me to open wide. As I did so, she let go a powerful stream of piss into my mouth and down my throat.” “You drank her piss?” I exclaimed, warming to his story. “Yes,” he replied. “I was gagging and choking, but she did not stop until I had swallowed it all. Then Rachel took her place and pissed what seemed like a gallon into my mouth.” “I like these women!” I squealed. “What happened next?”porn story“Then I had to concentrate on their pussies with my tongue. They kept me going until they both had orgasms. My jaw was aching like hell.” “Were you really frustrated, licking those pussies?” I asked. “Of course,” he replied. “It was unbearable.” “Good, good,” I said. “Then what?” “Well then,” he explained. They knelt on the sofa and pushed out their asses. I was made to spend the next hour alternately licking out their none too clean assholes, it was disgusting. And then……….” “Then what?” I demanded impatiently. “Then they lay me on the floor, and one after the other, they shit in my mouth and made me eat it.” “You’re kidding!” I yelled. “Oh my goodness, I wish I had seen that!” “So you see why I am not feeling so good,” my husband explained. “Do you mind if I have a lie down?” “Of course not,” I said. “But before you do, why don’t you get undressed and lay in the bath?” “Why?” he asked. “Well if you can act as a toilet for women you hardly know, you can certainly eat your wife’s shit.” I told him. “Please Rosemary,” he begged. “I really do feel sick.” “Get in the bath Michael,” I ordered sternly. “I promise you are going to feel a lot sicker very soon!” I walked upstairs a few minutes later to see my wimp of a husband lying naked in the bath. I smiled expectantly, as I Peeled off my panties. “I don’t know why I never thought of this myself,” I remarked to my husband. “Shitting in your mouth is the perfect way of showing you exactly what I think of you.” I climbed into the bath, and pushed my ass to within an inch of his face. “Open up Michael,” I commanded. “I am really going to enjoy this!” I strained for a moment or two, and then felt a good-sized turd slide out of me and into my husband’s mouth. I turned to see the log half in and half out, and forced the whole thing in with my fingers. “Eat my shit, Michael,” I ordered him. “Get used to the taste of it, you are going to swallow every bit of it in future!” I watched his screwed up face as he struggled to chew and swallow the big log I had given him, taunting him all the time, and telling him to hurry as I had another big log waiting. I dropped the second log on to his chest, and made him hold it as he ate it piece by piece. When he finally got the second turd down, I had him lick my ass clean, then placed my pussy over his mouth. “Ready for your first drink of my piss?” I laughed, as I let go a stream of yellow pee into his mouth. As soon as I had finished, he leapt out of the bath, and stuck his head down the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. I left the bathroom smiling, knowing I was really going to enjoy using him this way every day. Chapter 2 So from that day on, Michael became my permanent toilet slave, swallowing all of my waste. If I needed to take a shit while he was at work, he would find it waiting for him in the toilet on his return home. On a number of occasions, after I had watched him with his head down the toilet, eating up my earlier shit, I surprised him by removing my panties and giving him a big fresh load. That seemed to spoil his evening meal somehow! I had at this point kept my activities with Michael secret from the children, although they were both well aware who was the boss in our house from the way I spoke to their father. Candy, who had always been my favourite, was approaching 18 at the time. She was growing up beautifully. Like me, she was a brunette, with long hair covering her pretty face. At 6′, she was slightly taller than me, and towered over her father. She had a superb figure, with large firm breasts, and had inherited my shapely legs. I knew she had no respect for her father, she took no notice of what he said, and listened only to me. I was pretty sure she would approve of Michael’s treatment, and would probably be delighted to join in. Adam on the other hand, was growing up just like his father. He was then just 17, small and weedy, and was becoming a whining little wimp. I was determined that when he reached 18, he would suffer the same fate as his father, only more so. On the morning of Candy’s 18th birthday, I sat her down and explained exactly what was going on between her father and myself. She was delighted that I had a lover, she was pretty sure Michael could not possibly satisfy me. She was even happier that I kept my husband in a permanent state of frustration, as she thought he should suffer. It was when I told her of the toilet activities that her mouth dropped open. “Really?” she said incredulously. “You make him drink your piss and eat your shit? Oh that is terrific! Please let me do it to him Mom, I want to shit in his wimpy mouth, just like you do!” “Of course you can,” I answered. “Starting today. I thought you would want to join me, so this is why we are having this talk. If you can hold your shit until your father gets home, we will surprise him tonight.” “You bet!” she exclaimed. Michael arrived home at about 6, and Candy was bursting. I whispered in his ear to get in the bath and wait for me. On the way to the bathroom, I collected Candy, who was waiting in her short night-dress. As we entered the bathroom, Michael looked up, and was horrified to see his daughter standing there. “What is going on?” he enquirepetite young girl porn “Your little girl has grown up Daddy,” Candy replied. “I am a woman now, and as you act as a woman’s toilet in this house, it is time I started using you!” “No,” pleaded my husband. “This is not right!” “It is entirely right,” argued Candy, as she stepped in the bath and straddled her father’s head. “You are going to be my toilet as well as Mom’s, so open wide I want to fill your sissy mouth with my soft smelly shit for the first time!” Knowing he had no choice, Michael opened his mouth ready to receive his daughter’s shit. She farted two or three times in his face, to his humiliation, and this made her start to giggle. When she composed herself, she pushed her ass close to Michael’s mouth. “Here it comes Daddy, get ready to eat your little girl’s shit!” A huge dark brown log emerged from her ass, and into her father’s mouth. She turned to watch him. “Look at him Mom.” She sneered. “Have you ever seen such a poor excuse for a man? Cuckolded by his wife, the only thing he is good for is eating his wife and daughter’s shit! I’d like to choke the pathetic bastard with it.” Michael’s face was bright red at her scornful comments, as he struggled to chew the log she had dropped in his mouth. When he swallowed it, she got back in place, and gave him a second, smaller turd. She followed this with a healthy dose of piss, before making him lick her clean front and back. “Get used to the taste Daddy,” she taunted. “You are going to be under my ass eating shit every day from now on!” Then she and I left the room arm an arm. “Oh Mom,” she exclaimed. “That was great, I want to do that to Adam as well.” “You will dear,” I replied. “We both will, but we will wait until he is 18 too. In the meantime, enjoy abusing and degrading your Daddy!” “I will,” she responded. “But I think he should be made to eat a lot more shit than just hours. Couldn’t we get more women to join in?” “Who do you suggest?” I asked. “Well, Grandma for a start,” she replied. “You know what she thinks of Daddy. And Aunt Jane your sister, and her daughter cousin Fiona. I tell you who else, Daddy’s sister Mary. The only reason she doesn’t visit is because of the way he treated her when they were kids. I” sure if she knew what we were doing she would love to get her revenge.” “You could be right,” I responded enthusiastically. “We could invite them all for the weekend. Your father could spend the whole two days eating only shit and drinking only piss!” “Oh yes,” she squealed. “Let’s do it!” I phoned all the women, and was amazed at how enthusiastic they all were when I explained what I had in mind, particularly Mary, who had waited for years for a chance to get back at her brother. It was arranged that they would come on the following Friday. I did not tell Michael about it, I would let it be a big surprise for him. So there we all sat at the dinner table. There was Mom. 59, grey haired and a little plump, but still a looker. Strong willed too, just like me. Sister Jane, who had recently dyed her hair blonde, which really suited her. Two years younger than me, a little shorter and more buxom she still attracted a lot of male attention following her divorce. Next to her, her 17 year old daughter Fiona. Everyone in the family remarked how much she looked like Brittany Spears, and she too attracts boys like flies. I knew from my sister that she had been sexually active for the last couple of years. That left Mary, Michael’s sister. She was six years younger than Michael, a pretty woman who disguised the fact with her thick spectacles and severe pulled back hairstyle. She had made no attempt to be nice to Michael when she arrived. Both Candy and I had used Michael an hour before our guests arrived, so I knew he would not want anything to eat. As we all settled down, Mom was the first to speak. Rosemary has told us all Michael,” she began. “That you are giving toilet service to both her and Candy. She thought that as all of us despise you, we might enjoy a piss and shit weekend at your expense. Naturally, we all jumped at the opportunity, and for the next two days you will be used by all of us.” “You can’t be serious!” whined my husband. “Oh yes she is,” snapped his sister. “Every piece of shit, every drop of piss that we release is going into your mouth. We are going to make you so sick, this is going to be the best weekend of my life, watching you suffer!” After dinner, I ordered Michael to strip naked, telling him he was going to be that way all weekend. This embarrassed him greatly in front of all the women, but he knew better than to complain. When he was naked, Fiona noticed the cock cage, and I explained to her about his permanent celibacy. “Oh you poor man!” she said, without a hint of sympathy Before we knew it, she had slipped off her dress, revealing her skimpy black underwear. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her firm white tits trying to burst out of her bra. She sat on my husband’s lap, put her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. I knew this was increasing the frustration he already felt, by the agitated look on his face. “She is a terrible cock teaser,” laughed her mother. “The number of boys she has driven wild!” “I tell you what,” I said to Fiona, as I unlocked Michael’s cock cage. “Why don’t you take your uncle upstairs for a while, and let him appreciate your naked body?” Fiona was delighted to comply, and led my husband upstairs by the hand. The rest of us chatted and drank for the next hour or so, and then the lounge door opened to reveal my naked husband and niece. He was in a terrible state, tears of frustration running down his face, and his little cock still throbbing wildly. “I told you,” said my sister proudly. “Look at the job she has done on him, he is in agony!” The rest of us laughed, and gave the young minx a spontaneous round of applause. “Can I shit in his mouth now Aunt Rosemary?” Fiona asked me. “Of course you can dear,” I replied. “You have earned it!” I put a rubber mat in the middle of the room so that we could all watch, and Fiona ordered her uncle to lie on his back. She squatted over his face, and quickly filled his mouth with shit as we all applauded. For all the shit he had eaten, it was not getting any easier for Michael, as we noted by the look of disgust on his face. We all laughed at him as he forced down Fiona” shit. By a happy coincidence, all four of our guests were ready to shit at the same time. So as soon as Fiona got up, her mother added her stinking load. Then my Mom presented her substantial as to my husband’s face, and let go her offering. By this time, my husband was more than full. He looked up and saw his sister standing over him. “Please sis,” he begged her. “I honestly can’t take any more!” “Don’t sis me you piece of crap,” she sneered, kicking him viciously in the side. “I have waited a long time for my revenge, and you are going to eat my shit no matter what, and you had better keep it down!” She emptied her bowel into his mouth, and watched with a smile as he chewed on the turd she had given him. It took him a long time, and try as he might he could not hold it down. He vomited violently over the mat. This annoyed Mary, and she kicked him savagely half a dozen times with her high-heeled shoes. Over the next couple of days, each of us women used my husband countless times, and he spent a lot of time being sick. As if that were not bad enough, he cried many more tears of frustration. When he was not being used as a toilet, one or other of the women made lick their feet, pussies, asses or tits. As I left his cage off, he spent most of the weekend with an unsatisfied erection. Believe me, it was wonderful to watch! The weekend finished with all the women promising that Michael would be seeing a lot more of them, and his sister spitting in his face. Chapter 3 Before we knew it, Adam’s 18th birthday had come around. Candy was really excited, because she had been looking forward to introducing her brother to the taste of her shit. Even the not very bright Adam had noticed that she had become more arrogant and aggressive towards him on the run up to his birthday. On the evening of his birthday, Adam was surprised to see me come into his room wearing only my short night-dress. I took his hand, and told him to follow me. As we entered the bathroom, his face dropped as he saw his father lying naked in the bath with his equally naked sister sitting on a small, custom made toilet seat just an inch above his face. “Happy birthday little brother,” she smiled at him. “Tonight your life is going to change big time!” “What’s going on?” asked Adam, looking more than a little scared. “Candy is about to use your father’s mouth as a shit hole,” I explained. “Just as she and I do every day. I want you to watch this so that you can see how it is going to be for you from now on. After Candy has finished with your father, you are going to take his place and eat my shit. I think you should taste your mother’s shit first. In future of course, you will be eating your sister’s as well.” “You’d better believe it!” added Candy. “Watch and learn little brother!” With that, she proceeded to fill her father’s mouth with her shit, as her brother looked on with horror and disgust. When her full load had been dropped and eaten, and her father’s mouth filled with piss, she jumped out of the bath. “Kneel down Adam,” she ordered. “And I will give you an idea what it is going to be like.” With my instruction to do as she said, Adam sank to his knees. Candy first made him lick up the last few drops of piss from her pussy, then turned her back and leant forward. “Now spread my ass cheeks, and lick up the remains of shit,” she instructed. Adam leaned forward, and tentatively licked at the shit, gagging immediately. “I can’t do that,” he wailed. “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t be a baby,” I admonished him. “What you are going to get in a few moments will be far more disgusting. Now lick that shit from your sister’s ass!” Adam licked it all up, gagging repeatedly. Michael got out of the bath, and slunk off to the bedroom. I ordered Adam to lie down in the bath. “Please don’t make me do this Mom,” he whined. “I just can’t eat shit, it’s too awful!” I told him to shut up, as I put the toilet seat over his face and sat down. Instructing him to open wide, I began to drop his first ever turd into his mouth. “Here it comes little brother,” laughed Candy. “Enjoy!”taboo sex storiesAdam retched as the foul turd hit his tongue. He moaned as I forced the whole thing into his mouth and told him to eat it. I thought several times that he would throw up, but he finally managed to get it down. I gave him another large one followed by a bladderful of piss. He managed to swallow it, but it was all too much and he vomited over his chest. I told him to clean up and go to bed. I also added that Candy and I would expect him to keep our shit down much better in future, so he had better learn fast. A few days later, I arranged at Candy’s suggestion to have Adam’s cock locked up, to prevent him jerking off and keep him frustrated just like his father. At about the same time, Candy mentioned to me a friend of hers, Angel, who worked in a local restaurant as a waitress. “She is a real arrogant, dominant bitch,” Candy told me. “She would be perfect to deal with Adam, maybe even be the perfect wife for him!” “That’s interesting,” I replied. “Let’s go to the restaurant with Adam, and I can check her out.” So next day, Candy Adam and I found ourselves in the restaurant. Angel came over to take our order. She was a beautiful young girl of 18, with long, jet-black hair, ample tits and long strong legs. I guessed she was about the same height as Candy. The two of them said hello, and Candy introduced me. I liked her immediately. “Who’s the sissy boy?” asked Angel, not mincing her words. “My wimp brother,” explained Candy, as Adam’s face reddened. “Looks like a real limp dick to me,” Angel went on. “You got that right!” agreed Candy, and the three of us laughed. We told Angel what Candy and I wanted to eat and drink. “What about sissy boy?” she replied. “Is he not eating?” “Oh Mom and I will be feeding him later,” Candy told her. “How do you mean?” she enquired. Candy lifted her ass and pointed to it. “You’re kidding me!” Angel exclaimed. “Boy, would I love to see that!” “What time do you finish?” I asked her. “In about twenty minutes,” she told me. “Well why don’t you come back with us,” I suggested. “Maybe you could help us feed him.” “You are on!” Angel squealed. “I’ll get your order. Are you sure he is not going to have something?” “Well maybe something to drink,” I suggested. “Can you recommend anything?” I had a twinkle in my eye, which she spotted. “Yes I can,” she said knowingly. “Back shortly.” She came back a couple of minutes later, with a huge glass full of a familiar looking cloudy yellow liquid, which she put in front of my son. “It’s not all mine,” she explained. “I got some help from Julia and Bridget in the kitchen. Let me see you drink it up sissy boy, while it’s still warm.” Adam picked up the glass, and managed to down the lot in four attempts, gagging violently after each one. He shivered with distaste as he put the glass down. “If you think that was bad,” Angel said, as she picked up the glass. “Wait until I have got you under my ass later on!” With that, she spat in Adam’s face and went to collect our food order. When we got back to our place, and settled in the lounge, the very confident Angel asked if she could have some fun with Adam. I said sure, whatever she liked. She slipped off her panties, pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her thick black bush, and sat on the sofa. “Kneel down here boy,” she ordered Adam. “I could do with some pussy licking.” I could see by the look on Adam’s face that he had never done this before, and that he found the idea repulsive. He hesitated, and Angel grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her smooth white thighs. “Start licking boy,” she commanded. “And make it good!” Adam began licking, not knowing what he was doing. Angel was not pleased, and kept giving him commands. These were each punctuated by a lifting of his head, and a savage slap to the face. To Candy’s and my amusement, his cheeks were soon a deep shade of red. I got up to get some drinks from the kitchen, and Candy followed me. “She is fantastic isn’t she?” she remarked. “She certainly is,” I agreed. “I think we may just have found his future wife!” As we returned, Angel was slapping Adam again, just as my husband entered the room from the other side. With an uncharacteristic stern tone, he asked Angel what the hell was going on. With a face like thunder, Angel pushed Adam to the floor, and jumped to her feet. Putting her hands on my unsuspecting husband’s shoulders, she brought her powerful young knee savagely up into his balls. The pleasing scream of agony that came from him told me that she had hit her target perfectly, and Candy sniggered as she watched her father drop to the floor clutching his damaged nuts. Angel was not finished however. She pushed Michael on to his back, and put her bare foot on his face to prevent him rising. “If you ever question me again,” she yelled. “I will get your wife and daughter to hold your legs apart while I kick your miserable little balls to a pulp. Do you understand?” “Yes,” he mumbled from under her foot. “Now get out!” she yelled. It was hilarious to watch the so-called man of the house scramble painfully to his feet, and run out of the door in fear of the teenage girl. “I hope I didn’t go too far with your husband,” she said to me. “Not at all,” I assured her. “I loved watching you hurt him, I don’t know why we haven’t treated him the same way.” “I think we will in future,” added Candy, with a wicked grin. Angel went back to Adam who was now sitting on the floor. “Come here you fucking little sissy,” she cried, roughly pulling his head back between her legs. “Get your tongue back in my cunt!” The three of us drank and chatted while Adam carried on licking her, getting a few more slaps along the way. When she was finally satisfied, she lifted his head and asked him if he had ever done any French kissing. “A little,” he replied. “Good,” Angel went on. “Because you are going to French kiss my asshole!” She turned her back, and thrust her ass in my son’s face. She told him to push his tongue in as far as he could, and get a taste of her. She kept him at this for several minutes. “Oh I am going to give you so much shit in a minute,” she told him. “I am going to fill your sissy mouth with it, and make you eat it all!” Eventually, Angel told Adam to stop, and lay on his back on the floor. She knelt beside him. “I think a little starter before the main course,” she said. “Open wide.” She filled her mouth with saliva, and spat right into Adam’s mouth. She repeated this a couple of times, and then put her face very close to his. She then proceeded, one by one, to empty the snot out of each nostril on to his tongue. I laughed to see him retch, as the slimy stuff slid down his throat. I was learning from this young girl by the minute! “Main course now,” she whispered, as she squatted over his mouth. She shit in his mouth as though she had been doing it for years, and then instructed him to chew and eat it all, while taunting him for being such a sissy ass licking shit eater. When she had finished giving him what turned out to be a very large load, I got up, removed my panties and stood over my son. “Well, does Angel’s shit taste as good as Candy’s and mine?” I asked him. “It all tastes absolutely foul,” he winced. “Oh good,” I responded. “I would hate to think you were enjoying this!” I took my place, and gave Adam another hefty load. So much so, that he was begging for mercy before I had finished. And he hadn’t had Candy’s offering yet! When Candy did get up, and slip off her panties, Adam tried to reason with her. “Please sis, Angel and Mom have given me so much,” he pleaded. “I just don’t have any more room!” “Then you had better make room,” Candy answered cruelly. “Or would you rather I stood you up and got Angel to do what she did to Daddy earlier, only twice as hard?” “Alright,” sai

This story is about grave sexual misconduct, strange behavior, adult reading, watersports, scat, bondage, amputation, doctors’ sex, church sex blah blah blah … This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I am a male postgraduate engineer with interests in sexual fantasy that range from the normal to the bizarre….Feedback from young/old girls welcome at comment It will keep me writing! Jenny’s final success! Jenny was a 30-year-old divorcee doctor. Her first marriage had been a terrible failure. She always found men boring and wanted to get even with the man who deceived her. Her husband had made it with one of her nurses – She had promptly got rid of her. Her simmering anger with her failed marriage always used to tell on her composure. Her urge to prove herself better than the average male used to drive her mad. She lost her temper frequently with her male subordinates and companions. She had inherited her father’s surgical practice and was a brilliant surgeon. She owned a huge farmhouse just outside the city. She had forgotten all her sexual feelings, or so she thought, after her divorce barely eight days ago. One day, on her way to the hospital, she found a young man who had had an unfortunate accident. His hand was a mess with a truck having run over it. He was in great pain. Since Jenny’s clinic was far away, Jenny took pity on him and took him home. The boy’s name was Aaron. He told her he was an orphan from a small village about 60 miles south. He trustingly gave her his telephone number so that his school could be informed and limped into her car with his bleeding hands. For a fifteen-year-old boy, he really could withstand a lot of pain, thought Jenny. Jenny had a full-fledged setup of surgical equipment in her house complete with a small sterile room for minor operations. She decided to give the boy first aid and then take him to the hospital. Aaron was in great pain. She shot a vial of morphine to dull his pain through his good arm. The boy dozed off to sleep. Jenny shifted the hefty body laboriously to the operating table and started to cut away the boy’s clothes to clean the wound. As she was cleaning the wound, vague thoughts started to trouble her mind. Out of curiosity, she cut away the boy’s shirt. The boy was obviously well built, square chest, good arms. He was large for his age of fifteen. She touched his body. His youth made her tingle down there. Her pussy messages were surprising her. If only she could have him once, for the first time… if only… She knew then, that she simply had to see the boy’s genitals. She peeled his pants down. Aaron was fast asleep. His jocks outlined his oversized penis. Jenny stared wide-eyed in surprise! My God! What a stud! She peeled his jocks down. The village lad’s strong member was nearly 7 inches when flaccid! And the girth! It could grow to a minimum of 10 inches in length and would be as thick as her wrist if Aaron could be well and truly aroused! She wondered who the lucky girl was going to be as she tweaked his penis one last time before completing his dressing – she knew that his right hand would not be of much use any longer. She gave him another sleeping dose and retired for the night. Visions of his cock haunted her dreams – Jenny could not sleep. In two hours, she hatched out an evil plan to get herself what she wanted: She could also have the pleasure of wreaking her vengeance on her husband. She got up and went back into the surgery room. Aaron awoke from his dizzy sleep with a fantastic headache. He remembered having been saved by a young woman. His head was splitting with the effects of the sedative. Saline drips were being fed into his shoulder by a needle…. Shoulders? Why shoulders? He was shocked as he noticed that his arms were gone and there were only two bandaged stumps in its place – and so was the case with his legs. He twitched in agony as Jenny came in. “Hi,” said she. “What have you done to me?” asked Aaron in a frightened voice. “Your limbs had developed gangrene, so I had to amputate them,” she said coolly. She was dressed in a skimpy negligee but wore an opaque bra and panty. She had literally doused herself in perfume. “I will feed you everyday until your people come for you,” she said. “And will that be?” asked Aaron terrified. “When I phone them,” said Jenny as she casually left the room. Jenny spent hours every day talking to Aaron of her job and her work in the hospital. She told him of her various achievements and her skill in surgery. She found out from him that he was a football player before his unfortunate accident. She would read to him every night – mythological stories filled with strange love and lust. Each day she would dress in alluring garments. She would also ensure that she always strapped him to his cot with his back to the bed whenever he slept or when she went to work. This she told him was to prevent him from rolling off the bed. She told him of the phantom limb syndrome – where a person with recently lost limbs gets conflicting signals to his brains. She also ensured that Aaron’s thoughts were filled with lust for her. At the same time he could do little to relieve himself of his yearnings, being strapped down on his back. In two months, Jenny had nursed Aaron back to health and vigor. She had also found out that he was a virgin, ripe for the plucking. Jenny decided it was time to put her plan to action. She had waited long enough. She changed into a flimsy negligee, with nothing underneath at all. She went to Aaron’s room. “It’s pay back time, Aaron,” she said with wickedness in her eyes. Aaron did not understand. She bent over him and kissed his mouth with full force. She leaned over to let him smell her shaved armpits. “Just getting my toilet ready,” she told him. “You see, I have to piss and maybe take a dump. Being a lady, I cannot waste it. So I thought I could ask you to eat it for me,” she said as she kissed him again. Aaron squirmed and screamed. Limbless, he looked like a bed bug. He rolled of the cot and fell on the ground. Jenny watched in fascination. He was hers, to do with as she pleased. She danced around the screaming boy. Then with all the room lights on, she started kissing him all over his body. She fondled his heavy balls and licked them. In a few minutes, Aaron responded – with a huge 10″ erection! Jenny almost fainted at the thought of fucking his cock. Jenny looked down with lust crazed eyes at the young virgin boy with his 10″ boner sticking out of his limbless body. But she wanted him degraded further. She put him back on her bed. She restrained him with a straight jacket-like bonding strips. He couldn’t move or twist or turn anymore. She fixed a clip on his nose and opened his mouth with metal jaws used for her tonsils operations. She could almost see his tonsils. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. She continued to feel him up, to keep his virginal erection from coming down. She watched as pre-cum squeezed out of his cock.porn ls sexAaron moaned with fear as she straddled his face. Slowly she lowered her bald pussy over his mouth. She let him smell it for some time. His erection grew harder. Then with a cry of triumph, she squeezed her first jet of piss into his mouth. As Aaron spluttered, she reached for his erection. She told him that if even one drop of his piss was spilled onto her expensive carpet, she would castrate him. “Do you understand?” she asked in a hoarse voice. Aaron nodded as he saw her pussy deliver its second load. Jenny pissed in a steady stream and kept up her volume just so as to allow Aaron to breathe and swallow in big gulps. “Good Boy” said Jenny as she licked his penis head. She moved, and to Aaron’s horror brought her puckered anus in line with his mouth. “Open wide!” she ordered. Aaron watched in horror as the first turd made its appearance and entered his mouth. In sheer ecstasy, Jenny mouthed his cock, as she dumped her goo in his mouth. She turned around and watched him swallow her shit in his effort to breathe. As she straddled his cock, she knew this was just the beginning. “Now for your seed…” said Jenny as she lowered her pussy on his virgin cock and started to milk it in slow thrusts. Watching his shit splattered face and his nice limbless smooth virgin body drew her into a colossal orgasm which milked his virgin cock of its life juices, which shot right up into Jenny’s jizz filled pussy, right into her cervix, when she was ovulating! Jenny was impregnating herself! Amanda meets Aaron The cool breeze wafted down the road as Amanda walked down the road. Amanda was 14-years-old and was a stunning blonde who was developing into a great looking chick. She heard the moans coming from Jenny’s house. Jenny had forgotten to close her doors in her ecstasy and was screaming in orgasmic throes. Amanda peeked into the house. The moans got louder. She tiptoed up the stairway and peeped into the bedroom. She could not believe her eyes! Aaron was lying on the bed with Jenny riding his mouth with her cunt. The room reeked of shit. His tongue was licking her exposed butt off her soil and she was pissing in spurts into his mouth… Her mouth descended in time to her thrusts on his engorged cock and she was sucking on it with such frenzy…. And Aaron’s face was one of sheer ecstasy as he spurted his jizz high into the air as Jenny plumbed his ass with her tongue… Amanda covered her face with her hands and ran all the way home in shock. Being a virgin, Amanda had never really seen a cock before. Her boyfriend had tried feeling her up once and she had touched his crotch through his pants, but that was it. She was a Roman Catholic with a strong Christian upbringing. But what she had seen in Jenny’s house was troubling her thoughts. She had never seen Jenny before, and neither did Jenny know her. She went through a troubled night, tossing and turning in her sleep. She awoke early in the morning and found her crotch badly wet. She made up her mind on what she had to do. She dressed in her Catholic church gown and wore black stockings and a hat to match. She applied a hint of scent to her armpits. She was going to meet Aaron. She waited for nearly an hour at a distance from Jenny’s house until she watched Jenny’s car leave. And she walked up to the door and tried it. It was locked. She walked up behind the house and tried the kitchen window with her penknife on her key chain – it slid open without a sound. She was shuddering with anticipation at the thought of meeting Aaron. She poured herself a large glass of milk to steady herself and wolfed it down. She poured out another for Aaron into a cup, took a saucer and walked into the bedroom. Aaron had been bathed and fed by Jenny and was relaxing on his bed. Aaron was startled at her appearance. “Who are you?” he asked. “I’m the angel who’s gonna save you, I’m Betty,” lied Amanda. “Please get me out of here, call the police!” pleaded Aaron. Amanda looked at his naked body and flaccid penis. Boy, was she going to change that! “I’ve got some milk for you to drink,” she said placing the cup and saucer of milk on the stool next to his bed. She poured the milk out into a saucer. Next, she leaned over to Aaron and kissed him on his mouth. “It’s time for some Catholic virgin pussy” she said boldly, and kissed him full on his mouth. She saw his cock stir. “This is for you,” she said as she turned her back to Aaron and bent over lifting her skirts exposing her 14-year-old shaved pussy and ass. In full view of Aaron she sat herself on the saucer of milk and pissed noisily into it. She stood up holding her skirts up. Her pussy and ass dripped milk, flowing onto her thighs…Aaron grew harder as she made him drink it. She fondled his delicious balls and smelled his cock. She opened her mouth and sucked on his member until she drew more lubricants and it throbbed with anticipation. This was easy. She then assumed the classical pose of squatting over his mouth with her dripping pussy to enjoy his tongue. As he licked, she pissed in little squirts. Every time she pissed Aaron clamped his lips on her pussy and drew on it in sucking motions, not wasting a single drop. This was heaven. After three ear shattering orgasms, Amanda moved her anus to his mouth. As her rectum made its first offering, she mouthed his cock and forced her shit into his throat with a colossal grunt of orgasmic satisfaction. She turned around and mounted his stud cock with her virgin lubricated pussy and with a cry of triumph speared herself on his shaft. She rode him like a horse watching his shit smeared face, until she drew him into a final terrific orgasm. She cleaned them both with water and wiped him dry leaving him just the way she found him. “Thank you. I’ll be back some other time. Any word about me and you are a dead duck,” she said. Amanda had been so thorough with her fuck that she had left Aaron as clean as she had found him! Sister Maria meets Aaron: Amanda could not forget Aaron. She had to say it out to somebody – make a sort of candid confession. She decided to confess in the privacy of her church to Sister Maria – a good friend and advisor, about 25-years-old. Sister Maria had become a nun after she had been gang-raped on the roads of New York. Maria proved to be a good listener and absolved any feeling of guilt in Amanda’s heart. She, however, asked where this had happened in a casual sort of way. Amanda told her before she went away, feeling light-headed and guilt free. Sister Maria waited in the rain with an umbrella outside Jenny’s house in the morning. She was not wearing her usual nun’s habit. She wore lipstick and a blond wig and spiked heels. Her long overcoat concealed a different dress. As Jenny’s car pulled out of the house, she looked around and ran up to the kitchen window and tried the latch with her penknife. It slid open. She let herself in, with a bag she was carrying. She shut the window and opened her bag.sex cum in anal pornAaron turned, sensing movement. A veiled blonde figure moved into the room. She was about thirty and was extremely beautiful. She wore a bridal dress and moved easily over to him. She leaned over to him and whispered into his ears ” I bring retribution,” she said. For what happened a few years ago, Maria was getting even. “I am Bella, the bride,” she said as she felt the helpless boy over as he squirmed. Her pussy started to tingle with anticipation. He screamed. She kissed his armpits. She bit his nipples and fondled his balls. She touched his mouth with her fingers. “You’ve got a lovely toilet here…” As Maria lifted her bridal skirt and veil, Aaron looked at horror on the large leather dildo strapped on to her hips, above her hairless pussy. He looked at it in horror. “Bet your pooper’s virginal,” said Maria. “But not for long,” as she climbed on to the bed with a tube of KY jelly. Aaron squirmed as his pooper was invaded by her jelly-coated fingers. Maria positioned her dildo on his anus. “Even better than I expected” she wailed as she invaded his recess with her dildo. A couple of trial pushes and then with a cry of triumph she pushed her dildo in. She mercilessly fucked the helpless boy as she mouthed foul language and then she found Aaron was getting harder. The beauty of his 10″ boner was even more than what Amanda had made it out to be, and she was going to enjoy it. “You need punishment, you naughty boy!” she said as she stroked his cock. She removed her dildo straps to reveal her flawless tight pussy. And in sheer ecstasy she had started her menstrual flow. She smelled different. She approached Aaron’s face, kissing every inch of his body. “Look at the treat in store for you” she said as she exposed her blood soaked pussy. Aaron shuddered as she straddled him and lowered herself. “LICK!” she ordered as she smelled Aaron’s cock. His tongue darted out as he lapped the sauce with tears in his eyes. “AAAAGGHHHH,” said Maria the nun. As he opened his mouth again, she peed forcefully into his throat as she mouthed his cock. Aaron drank the foul smelling mixture as she slurped on his member. Maria was drawn into a fantastic orgasm that almost swept away her senses. During her orgasm, to prevent Aaron from having one too early she gave his testicles a firm squeeze and tug. “EEAAGH!” whimpered Aaron. “I’ll let you come in my cunny after you’ve eaten my shit! Get that, male pig?” asked Maria. Aaron nodded. Maria positioned her anus over his mouth. “No wastage!” she warned. As Aaron opened wide, Maria’s anus opened to reveal a huge emerging turd which made its way into his waiting mouth. She watched it hit the back of his throat as she mouthed his member to another glorious steel hard veiny erection. She turned herself round and impaled her foaming cunt on his huge member. “It is my wedding night, pig! Perform!” she said as she fucked him to a glorious chain orgasm, drawing his life juices into her. Exhausted, she cleaned up the mess she made, cleaned Aaron up and left him just the way she found him.

In a house with eight kids it’s hard to find time alone. Heck, it’s impossible. It’s hard enough just to avoid being in a real crowd. So it was kind of a treat to have only my sister Elizabeth in the room with me when we were watching this old movie on TV. Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Tommy Bradford. I’m 18, and, like I said, I’m one of eight kids. And Elizabeth’s one of my sisters — I’d say one of my older sisters, but they’re all older than me. I’m the baby of the family except for Nicholas, and he doesn’t count because he’s just 17. Anyway, Elizabeth’s just a year older than me, and for a lot of years we were the tail end of the family, so we’re used to spending time together. I mean, we argue and stuff like regular brothers and sisters, but we’re also used to confiding in each other and asking for advice. I never paid too much attention to what she looked like — heck, she was my sister, right? But some of the older guys in school asked me about her a few times, so I tried to figure out what they saw in her. She doesn’t look too bad, for a sister, I mean. She dresses OK, and she’s not real thin or real fat — although she’s always saying she could stand to lose a few pounds. And a couple of the guys who asked about her said they really like her hair — it’s long, almost to her waist. And she smiles a lot. So, anyway, like I was saying, it was Elizabeth and me alone in the house, watching TV. Most of the other kids were out doing one thing or another, and Mom and Dad and Nicholas were over at one of our relatives. Elizabeth and me would have had to go to, but we’d been out that morning — me working on a school project with some of my buddies, Elizabeth doing something with her friends. So we lucked out and Nicholas got stuck going alone. So we’re watching TV, right? And we couldn’t agree on what to watch, so we flipped a coin to see who could pick first. I lost, and Elizabeth picked this old movIe. I said that wasn’t fair because the thing was gonna be on for like two hours, and by then somebody else might have come home, or even Mom and Dad, and I wouldn’t get my chance. But she just giggled and said she’d won fair and square. Which was true, so I gave up. I could’ve just gone to my room or something, but the movie didn’t look too bad when it started — some guy walked into a dark alley and got blown away in the first five minutes — so I watched with her. It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole movie, or even beaten up. And the cop investigating the murder fell in love with this woman he talked to, the victim’s sister. So I was starting to lose interest. But then the cop and the woman are about to say good night, and he kissed her. I mean, he kissed her good. I leaned forward and I might have even scooted forward on the couch a little. It used to be, just a couple of years ago, I would have thought that stuff was junk. But I’ll admit I’m interested in some of the girls at school. Only I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d never kissed a girl — not a real one, anyway, just Mom and aunts and stuff. So I’m watching real careful to see just what the cop does — like, does he open his mouth? And do you aim right for the center of her mouth, or off to the side, or what? I must have been really into it, because when I felt a touch on my shoulder I jumped up and almost fell onto the coffee table. And Elizabeth started laughing so hard I thought she’d pee in her pants. Anyway, once I calmed down and she stopped laughing, she started teasing me about paying so much attention to the kissing. And I guess I blushed. “Tommy! Don’t tell me you’ve never kissed a girl.” I just hung my head down. I was ashamed to look at her. I guess she must have seen how I felt, because the teasing left her voice. “No, really?” she goes. “Oh, Tommy, I’m sorry I made fun of you. I just thought — really?” I told her I’d thought about it some times, but I just didn’t know how to do it — you know what I mean. She giggled, and I must have blushed again. I was feeling pretty dumb. Then she apologized again, and she put her arm around me. “Look,” she said, “if you really want to know how to kiss, how about if — well, if you practiced on me? I promise I won’t tell anyone.” I wasn’t sure, but then I thought about how it would probably be easier to get over having done something dumb with Elizabeth than with some girl from school. Heck, I’d done lots of dumb stuff that she knew about. What more could this hurt? So I asked her what I was supposed to do. She smiled. She’s got cute dimples when she does that. “Well, uh, I guess you should put your arms around me,” she said, so I did. Elizabeth felt softer than most of my aunts. “Now just kiss me,” she said. “You know how. C’mon, you’ve kissed Mom.” So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second so I landed on her mouth. I pecked at it and sat back. She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she was laughing inside. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me,” I said. I was a little angry. “It’s just,” she started to say, and then she stopped for a second. “You’re right, I said I wouldn’t. Look, maybe I should give you a few tips first. I’m no expert or anything, but try this. Don’t close your lips so tight. Leave a little opening. Go in slow. And, for heaven’s sake, don’t jump away like you got an electric shock. Take your time!” We tried again, and I did like she said. It was better, I could tell. Her lips pressed right against mine and we hugged each other and it felt pretty good. Elizabeth said it was better, too. She had me practice a little more until she was sure I had it right, then she said I was ready for any girl in the school. That’s when I started to ask a question, but I stopped. It was something I’d heard the other guys talking about, but it sounded kind of silly to me. But Elizabeth made me go ahead anyway. So I asked her, wasn’t there something you were supposed to do with your tongue? I figured she’d start laughing at how dumb I was, but she didn’t. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Who told you about that?” she wanted to know. Just some guys, I said. Well, she said, it was true. So we hugged again, and she told me to kiss her like before and let her show me. This time when we pressed our lips together, she slipped her tongue between my lips and right into my mouth! For a second I thought it was gross, but I had to admit it did feel good. And then she said we should try again, and this time I should push my tongue against hers, too. So we did that. I didn’t realize it, but while we were kissing I had gotten a hard-on. If I’d known it I would’ve stopped right away, because I’d always been really embarrassed about that kind of stuff; I really hated it when Dad sat me down for the birds- and-bees talk. But I was concentrating on kissing, so I didn’t know. And Elizabeth and I kissed a few more times, slipping our tongues into each other’s mouths. I guess we were holding each other pretty tight, too. I remember I could feel the strap of her bra through the back of her blouse. And on the third or fourth kiss, instead of just backing away we kind of slid our faces sideways, and I was kissing her neck while she was kissing mine. It felt really good. When we sat back after that, Elizabeth’s face was a little red, and she seemed to be breathing funny. I felt a little odd myself, kind of hot inside. And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fell open. I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and there was a big, dark stain right in the middle of my crotch, right where there was a big bulge from my cock. Boy, was I embarrassed. Elizabeth said she thought we’d better stop there, that I’d had enough practice, and I agreed. That night, I had a dream about her. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but when I woke up I’d cum in my shorts. The next day was Sunday, and with one thing and another it was impossible to get Elizabeth alone, but I thought about her all day. Finally, after dinner, I was able to pull her aside and suggest we slip out the back door for a little while. I asked her if we could practice kissing again. I was afraid she’d still be upset about my having a hard-on the last time, but it turned out she’d been trying to find a way to ask me the same question. We figured we couldn’t stay out there in the dark too long before someone noticed we were missing, but we did kiss and hug a little. After that, we always were on the lookout for a chance to sneak a kiss. Like I said, in a family with eight kids there aren’t a lot of chances to be alone, so we didn’t get together nearly as often as I wanted. But each time we could, we’d sneak away, just the two of us. I remember one time, we were kissing and I had my hands around Elizabeth’s waist, and then I started rubbing her back. I wasn’t planning anything, really I wasn’t. But as my hands kept rubbing I slid along her side and touched her breast. Well, I touched her bra — and that through her blouse. But she didn’t jerk away or anything, she just kept kissing. After that I always tried to cop a feel whenever I could, even when we couldn’t get away — I’d just slip my hand around her when we were doing the dishes, or something, and no one else was watching. That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were kissing and I was stroking her through her blouse and Elizabeth asked if I didn’t want to get closer. She pulled her blouse out of her jeans and I put my hand underneath. Her skin was really smooth and soft, and warm, too. I remember running my fingertips over her side and touching her bra cup. It was stiff and scratchy, and I didn’t think she could feel anything under it. But when I put my hand on it she moaned a little and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth. It was tough, with as little time as we had, to do much more. I let her put her hands inside my shirt, and she even stuck them down the back of my jeans once or twice and cupped my butt, which felt kinda weird. The fact is, by that time I wasn’t thinking about other girls, just being with my sister. That may not sound right, but I don’t think either one of us thought we were doing anything wrong. I mean, we were just kissing, after all. And with so little time we couldn’t even think about anything else. Finally, after like a month or two, we got another chance to be alone for more than a few minutes. It was a Saturday night, and we’d finished all our homework, so Mom and Dad let us stay up late watching TV — after everyone else had gone to bed. We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and Elizabeth put her arm around me and pulled me in close and we started kissing. We were really going at it hot and heavy, I guess. I pulled her blouse out of her pants and she rolled my T-shirt up to my armpits. I could feel my cock pressing hard against my jeans, but I was used to that by now. I don’t even know what the movie was about. We didn’t pay any attention. Mostly because we were kissing, of course, and then we were keeping one eye on the stairs to make sure no one woke up and found us down there. But then we started licking each other’s neck and stuff, and Elizabeth leaned back until she was on her back and I was on top of her. With her on her back like that, her bra was loose and without really knowing it I slipped my hand inside and got my first feel of a real live breast! This will sound dumb, but it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I guess I didn’t realize that it was the bra that was so stiff, not what was underneath. I mean, I knew there weren’t any bones or anything there, but I just never thought it would feel so good. When I felt the little button at the tip of my sister’s breast, it all kind of hit me at once, what I was doing, and I pulled my hand out of there fast. But Elizabeth grabbed hold of my arm before I could pull it out from underneath her blouse. “You can do that,” she told me, and I didn’t need to be asked twice. So we kept on kissing, and I was fondling my sister’s tits. I guess it’s no surprise that my cock was as hard as a flagpole, especially since I was right on top of her. By that time she’d swung her legs up onto the couch and I was right in between them, holding myself off of her with one hand while the other was busy.xxx porn storiesWell, with my cock so hard, and me so lost in what we were doing, I just automatically started rubbing it against her. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? So Elizabeth, she says, “Hey, what are you doing?” And I asked her what she meant, and she said down there. And I got all embarrassed again, but she said it was all right. Then she asked me if it didn’t hurt, my jeans being so tight, and I said yeah, it did. “Well, why don’t you slide them down, then?” she said. I said I didn’t know if I should. She said I could do what I wanted, but she was gonna slide her pants down because she wanted to rub herself too. I didn’t know girls did that. I don’t think any of the guys in school knew, either, because none of them ever mentioned it. But Elizabeth said she sometimes played with herself after we got through kissing because I’d gotten her so hot. Well, I told her about having dreams about her, and how I’d done myself too. She said she thought that made her feel really sexy, and I told her I was getting pretty hot thinking about how I’d made her feel, too. So we both undid our pants and slipped them down around our ankles. Elizabeth had on a pair of shiny pink panties, really smooth. I was glad I just had on my white boxers, not any of the ones Mom had got me last Christmas, the ones with the polka dots or the race cars. We both laughed when we saw the matching stains on the fronts of her panties and my shorts. Anyway, she spread her legs apart a little and I got on top of her again, and I started rubbing against her. We started kissing again and stuff, too. I guess just rubbing isn’t enough for girls, because Elizabeth put her hand down there and stuck it inside her panties. I would’ve put my hand on my dick, too, but I didn’t have one free, ’cause I was feeling her up again. Since I couldn’t touch my cock, I wasn’t getting much satisfaction out of it, so I started rubbing harder. Next thing you know, I’m rubbing so hard that the head of my dick pokes right out the top of my shorts. I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn’t notice, and for a while she didn’t. She stopped kissing me and put her head to the side and just groaned softly and then all of a sudden she jerked back and forth a few times. I asked her if she was all right and she giggled. “I came,” she told me. “That’s what a girl’s orgasm is like. And that was a good one, too. How about you?” Before I could say anything, she started to pull her hand out of her panties and it brushed against the tip of my dick. I said I was sorry. “For what?” she said. And then she put her hand right on my cock! I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, it felt so good. Her fingers were real soft and kinda slippery — from fingering herself, I guess. I’d never felt anything like that before; it was way better than when I jacked myself off. But I was nervous, and I asked her if it was all right, us doing that, being brother and sister. She asked me if I didn’t like it. Of course, I had to say I did. Then she said that it wasn’t much different than just kissing, since we were just touching — and hadn’t I touched her breasts? Well, sure, I had, and that made sense to me. Besides, it felt too good with her hand rubbing along my shaft for me to ask her to stop. So she slid it up and down, slowly. When her fingers brushed over the sides of the helmet, I thought I would die. But after she’d rubbed a little longer it just felt right and pretty soon I felt something happening. I tried to warn her, but the cum just shot right out of me and splattered over her hand and onto her stomach. We kissed a little more and then I got up and got my clothes back and got her a towel from the kitchen to wipe herself off. By then the movie was over and we figured we’d better go up to bed. The next day we were eating breakfast with the rest of the family when Nicholas almost got us in big trouble. It turned out that while Elizabeth and me were really going at it, he’d gotten up and started to come downstairs to raid the fridge, and he saw me on top of her. When he started to tell Mom and Dad that he’d seen us on the couch, I was freaking. I snuck a peek at Elizabeth, and her face was white. What were we going to say? Luckily for us, it turned out Nicholas didn’t understand what he saw. He said we were fighting. Elizabeth cut him off real quick and said we were just having a pillow fight, and Mom told Nicholas not to be a snitch. Was I relieved! That evening, Elizabeth and me were careful to stay away from each other, but she did manage to slip me a note. It said that we should probably play it cool for a few days. I winked at her to show I agreed. The next few days were awful, not being able to hold her or kiss her or anything. I spent my nights jacking off in my bed, thinking about her. When we finally did manage to be alone, it was just for a few seconds, enough for a quick kiss; we didn’t even have time to talk. But as we split up again, Elizabeth whispered to me. “Write me a note,” she said. So I did. I wrote down how I thought about her all the time, and how I had dreams about her, and how I missed our kissing. I slipped it to her when we were all having dinner. The next day, she gave me a note back. It said she thought about me, too. That made me feel really terrific. And she said she couldn’t wait until we could be together again, which went double for me. But for the next couple of weeks, we didn’t get in a single kiss. We both agreed that after the Nicholas thing we should play it cool, at least as far as any late-night stuff. And we didn’t want anyone to notice us going off by ourselves all the time. As it turned out, though, that didn’t mean we couldn’t do anything. It started one night at dinner. This time Elizabeth and me were sitting next to each other. I was really in agony, having her so close that I could smell the flowery soap she used but not being able to touch her or anything. She had a white cotton blouse on and she’d left the top two buttons open, so when she bent over a little I could see her breasts hiding in her bra. I wanted to just yank open that blouse and grab hold of them. With all that going on in my head, it’s no wonder my cock was getting stiff. I didn’t think anyone would notice, with it under the table, but I think Elizabeth may have guessed. Anyway, I was taking a bite of spaghetti when I felt something on my crotch. I looked down right away and saw Elizabeth’s hand under the tablecloth. I felt her undoing my zipper. I looked around the table, and no one else seemed to noticing anything going on. It was tough to keep a straight face while my sister slid her hand into my pants and pulled my hard shaft out and starting jacking me off. My dad asked me to pass the butter and it took two or three tries before he got my attention. Elizabeth just giggled and kept on. When I felt myself about to cum I put my hand down there and pushed her away. No way was I gonna cum with my cock waving in the air like that, and get it all over my pants. As it was, I just got it stuffed back into my shorts when I exploded, and I had to wolf down the rest of my food and skip dessert so I could go clean myself up. After that, I wrote Elizabeth a note telling her it wasn’t fair that she could jack me off in front of everybody and I couldn’t get a hand on her breasts unless we were alone. She sent a note right back. “You’ll think of something,” it said. It was later that week that I finally figured out what she meant. In the meantime, she sent me another note saying she missed our sessions so much that she’d gotten a vibrator to help herself out. I didn’t know what that was at first, but when I sent a note back she drew me a picture. She said one of the girls at school ordered a bunch from some catalog. Elizabeth wrote that she kept hers in her locker at school, and when she did herself in the bathroom she would think about me. God, that made me get a hard-on just thinking about it. I told her so, and she wrote back that she’d prefer me to the vibrator any time. If found out what she meant that night. A bunch of us were watching TV, with me and Elizabeth and Nicholas all sitting together on the couch. She had on a sweatsuit, which made her look kind of lumpy — but I still remembered what was underneath. Anyway, she said she was cold and grabbed a blanket and threw it over her lap — and then she asked if I wasn’t a little chilled, too. I was too dumb to figure it out then, but luckily Nicholas, who was sitting on the other side of me, said he was — so Elizabeth spread the blanket over all our laps. In a little while she reached underneath the blanket and grabbed my hand and guided it over to her lap. When she tucked my hand under the waistband of her sweatpants I got the idea. My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I figured was like the one above my cock. And then I felt some folds of skin. They were already a little wet. I didn’t know where I was going, but Elizabeth guided me a little and pretty soon I had worked a couple of fingers into her hole and they got really slick from her juices. I wasn’t sure what to do then, but I started pushing my fingers in and out and I could hear Elizabeth’s breathing getting shallow so I figured I was on the right track. Once I started rubbing faster but Nicholas looked over when he felt the blanket shaking, so I had to slow down. It took awhile, but eventually Elizabeth kind of jerked a few times and then she pulled my hand away, letting me wipe it on the inside of her sweatpants first. So even though we couldn’t get away by ourselves, my sister and I did get a few chances to do each other — when we were with the rest of the family! It was so hot. Once we did get together for a few minutes when I ran into her at night in the hallway as we were both going to the bathroom. We figured that it was so late no one else would notice, so we snuck into the toilet together. The door was hardly closed before Elizabeth was all over me, pulling my cock out of my pajamas and planting her lips right on mine. And I was giving it back, too. I put my hand down her panties and stuck my tongue in her mouth. It felt so good to be with her again, without having to hide what we were doing. I was so hot for her I came right away, although I kept diddling her for a few minutes before she could cum. I told her how much I missed her, and Elizabeth said she felt exactly the same. Then she asked me if I really meant what I wrote in my notes, that I thought about her all the time, especially when I was jacking off. Sure, I said, all the time. Did I ever think about her being … naked?xxx pornYeah! Boy, did I. I told her I had been wondering what she looked like, especially ever since that night she put my hand inside her pants. Elizabeth smiled and said would I like to find out for real? I thought she was gonna strip right then, but she said we should go back to our rooms before anyone noticed. But if I really wanted to see her naked, she said, I should just wait and see what happened the next night after dinner. She wouldn’t tell me any more. All that day in school I was going around with a permanent hard-on, thinking about getting to see my sister in the nude. I figured she had a great body, from what I’d been able to see of it and what I’d felt. I was a little worried about her maybe wanting to see me nude too. I’m kind of scrawny and I figured she’d be disappointed, and maybe she wouldn’t want to make out with me any more. But I tried to stop thinking about that and just concentrate on her. After dinner I had to finish up some homework, and I raced through it to make sure I would be downstairs as soon as I could. I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t want to risk missing out on whatever it was. There was no way Elizabeth was gonna show me any skin with everybody else around, unless maybe she’d figured out some way to do it where no one but me could see. But I figured if she did that I probably wouldn’t be able to do much touching, and that would be a pain. I knew that once I saw her naked I’d want to kiss and lick every inch of her. When I finally finished my homework, I took the stairs two at a time going down, but nothing seemed to be happening. Elizabeth was just reading a book, and Mom was sorting through some mail while Dad balanced the checkbook. My sister gave me a wink when I came down, but she didn’t say anything. I flipped on the TV and sat back to see what would happen. When Mom finished with the mail, she started to get up but Elizabeth came up and stopped her. My sister said that she’d had an offer from one of her teachers to babysit their kids New Year’s Eve, which was just a couple of weeks away. Mom cross-examined her about who the teacher was and how old the kids were — four-year-old twins — and how late she’d be. Elizabeth said she was supposed to be over there at six and they weren’t expected back until two or three in the morning, so she would sleep over. Mom sounded doubtful. Elizabeth begged a little, and even asked Dad what he thought. He said he didn’t like the idea of her being alone with those kids for so long on New Year’s, when who knew what people would be doing. That’s when Elizabeth asked if it would be OK if she had someone else with her. Mom said it would be all right as long as it was some friend they knew and could trust. My sister said she couldn’t ask any of her friends because then she’d have to split the pay — so how about if I came along? I must have looked really surprised, because Dad laughed and said it didn’t look like I was interested. Of course, the joke was on him because I knew now what Elizabeth had planned, and I was absolutely interested. I figured I better not show it too much, though, or they might get suspicious. I hemmed and hawed, but in the end I let my Mom talk me into doing it. The next two weeks seemed to take forever. I mean, Christmas came along, and usually that was my favorite day of the whole year, but now it was just another day that I couldn’t do anything with Elizabeth because there were too many people around. We did kiss under the mistletoe, but I couldn’t even stick my tongue in her mouth. Finally New Year’s Eve arrived. The other kids teased us about missing the big family celebration — which was a real tease, because all we ever did was have cocoa while we watched TV. I was real careful to hide how excited I was, but it was tough because my cock felt harder and bigger than ever and every time I caught a glimpse of Elizabeth or heard her voice my dick jerked. We got over to the Maxwell’s house — that was the couple we were babysitting for — about 6, just before they left for their party. They told us there was lots of food and pop in the fridge, and left the phone number in case of trouble. I didn’t pay much attention, except when they repeated that they wouldn’t be home until 2, and more likely 3. They showed us where the sheets and pillows were to make up the couch — that was where I was going to sleep — and finally got out the door. At 7 we held a New Year’s celebration for the twins with noisemakers and ice cream, figuring that would give them time to wind down and actually get to sleep at 8, their normal bedtime. It worked. We waited until 8:30, just to make sure they were really asleep. When Elizabeth peeked in their room, both the girls were out, snoring quietly. While we had waited for them to settle down and drift off, Elizabeth and me had been kissing and hugging on the couch, so my cock was in agony pressing against my jeans and my hormones were at their peak. I could hardly wait for what would come next. Elizabeth told me to wait in the guest room, where she was supposed to sleep, while she got ready. She cautioned me not to take off anything except my shoes and socks, because she didn’t “want to miss any of the show.” I jumped on the bed to wait for her. She was gone awhile. I wondered if maybe she was gonna change into something sexy like the women in the magazines wear — you know, some kind of sheer nightgown or panties with the crotch cut out. I’d seen Elizabeth around the house in her pajamas or nightgowns, but those never showed too much. Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t like looking at her in them, anyway, but I did think about what she might look like in something fancy. But when she came into the room she was dressed just like before — a loose-fitting pair of jeans, a blue blouse with long sleeves and a white sweater-vest. Nothing fancy. I guess I must have showed my disappointment, because she laughed and asked if I was expecting maybe Raquel Welch. I got afraid she might think I didn’t like her so I started to tell her how pretty she was, but she told me it was all right. Then she crawled onto the bed with me and we started kissing and stuff. It was good, like always, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what was ahead. I think Elizabeth was anxious, too, because before too long she got off the bed. We stood a few feet apart, just kind of looking at each other for a minute. Then Elizabeth asked, was I sure I wanted to do this. I said yeah, was she? I was worried again, maybe she was having second thoughts. But she said she was just making sure, that she didn’t want to push me into anything. Then she looked down at my crotch and said it sure didn’t look like I was being pushed in. She could see my cock was pushing out against my jeans like a balloon getting ready to bust. So she said, would I go first. I said that was no fair, I already had my socks off, so she kicked off her shoes and pointed at me. “Your turn,” she said. I pulled off my sweatshirt. Elizabeth groaned when she saw I still had a T-shirt on underneath, but she went ahead anyway and took off her sweater. I said she should take off her blouse too, and she gave in and did it. She had on a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but I didn’t care. This was the first time I’d gotten a really good look at the breasts I’d had my hands on, and they looked as good as I’d thought. Not real big, but not too small either. They kind of bulged out of the bra a little. It was my turn again, and I took off my T-shirt. I felt ashamed because I had no hair on my chest, so I crossed my arms in front of me. Besides, I didn’t know what else to do with them. Elizabeth started to unzip her jeans. I said she should take off her top first, like I did, but she wouldn’t give in this time. She had on plain white cotton panties. I could see a dark stain on the front again. This was my first look at her full body, in full light. She was round all over — not fat, I mean, but good looking, no bony knees or stuff. I took off my jeans then. When I undid the zipper and pulled them partway down, my boner was set free and stuck the front of my boxers out like a tent. Up till then we really hadn’t shown each other anything we hadn’t already seen. But something was going to change soon, and we both knew it. We just looked at each other again for a minute or so. Then Elizabeth put her hands behind her back. When she brought them forward again, her bra came loose and she tossed it aside. Her breasts sagged just a little, but they still stood out. And now I could see her nipples, and the dark circles around them. I licked my lips, trying to think of something smart to say, but I couldn’t. “So how do I look?” That was Elizabeth. She looked like she didn’t know what to do with her hands, either — she crossed them under her breasts, then put them on her hips, then just hung them at her sides. “You’re beautiful,” I said, and I really meant it. She was. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She took a few steps toward me, and I reached out a hand and brushed it against the side of her breast. The next thing you know, we were hugging and kissing. I couldn’t get over feeling my sister’s breasts pressing into my chest, just skin to skin. After a few minutes, we both stepped back. Neither one of us said a word. I could hear my heart pounding away like a drum, and I was surprised Elizabeth didn’t say anything about it, it seemed so loud.

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Alexander sat up in bed. He had been laying there for what seemed like hours but what was in actuality, only minutes. He swung his legs out and stood while moving a hand across his stomach. He’d been having disturbing dreams again and he was feeling sick. In a desperate attempt to clear his mind and his lungs, Alexander opened the sole window in his upstairs bedroom to gaze outside. His father, Lucien and his younger sister, Lillith were outside with the horses. Lucien was leading a beautiful piebald mare around the track as Lillith rode and proclaimed her delight. It was always like this, Alexander sullenly mused, Lillith gets all of his attention and I get all of his wrath. Unconsciously, he moved one of his hands to his shoulder and traced the marks his father had left across his back, symbols of Alexanders disobedience. Alexander watched Lillith and made a mental note to himself about how much she resembled their mother, Rachael. Alexander was never quite certain why Lucien had divorced her and kept custody of both of the children, but Lucien had and Alexander had been stuck here ever since. Even after Alexander had matured and run off to University, he still returned in the summer and submitted to his fathers all-encompassing control. Lucien was a giant man, easily six and a half feet. Alexander had inherited some of that as he grew to adulthood, but he never quite matched his fathers size and bulk. Lillith on the other hand, was small and delicate, with fine black hair that curled into gentle waves. She was younger by seven years and Alexander envied every one of them. Alexander was always on the wrong side of Lucien’s temper. Whenever Alexander showed the least bit of will or proclaimed the tiniest protest to Lucien’s authority, he was met with a whip across his back. Alexanders eyes moved over to the post where he had to stand and count aloud while Lucien would whip him. He quickly turned his attention back to Lillith who was smiling and laughing in the late morning sun. Alexander closed the window and pulled a shirt on. He loathed the touch of cloth on his back but Lucien decreed that everyone was to be fully clothed before they left their rooms. Alexander didn’t bother to wear shoes though. Lucien was outside with his pride and joy, nothing Alexander did in private was going to matter much. He walked into the kitchen and went through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. While he assembled ingredients on the counter, Lillith opened the back door and stepped inside. “You are in so much trouble…” She started. Alexander met her with a glare and went back to his food. “Leave me alone,” he said coldly. Lillith’s shrill voice usually grated on his nerves and he didn’t want to hear it first thing in the morning. Lillith walked around the center console in the kitchen and came over to Alexanders side. “Daddy says that you’re going to have to clean the whole stable all by yourself for being so lazy.” Lillith chimed. Alexander stopped what he was doing and stared straight ahead. Lillith was really annoying him now. He turned his head and stared down at her while she grinned at him. Alexander suspected she took a small amount of pleasure in telling him what was in store. He let out his breath. “Leave me alone you little bitch.” Alexander enunciated in low tones. Lillith cocked her head to one side and smirked at him. “You just wait ’till I tell Daddy what you just said! You’ll be in even more trouble!” With that, she ran upstairs and slammed her door shut. Alexander finished preparing his food and sat down at the table. Partway through breakfast, Lucien came inside. He laid down his tack and set himself to looking through the mail. Alexander tried to concentrate on his food. Within minutes, Lucien came into the dining room and stopped on the opposite side of the table. He faced Alexander. “Would you mind explaining to me why you are so tardy?” Lucien’s voice sounded hard but he wasn’t that upset. Alexander felt a small amount of relief. “Sorry.” Alexander breathed, trying not to sound sarcastic. “I’m assigning you all of Lillith’s chores in addition to your own today. Perhaps tomorrow you will be more inclined to get up on time.” Lucien started away from the table and then paused at the entrance to the kitchen. “One more thing,” he said, “I’m going into town today and I’m leaving Lillith here. You are responsible for her.” Alexander felt like screaming. Not only was he going to spend all day tied up with chores, he was going to have to put up with Lillith’s brattiness while he did them. He took a sip of milk. “Fine.” Lucien finished his mail and went outside to saddle his favourite stallion. ‘This was so typical’, Alexander thought, ‘He’ll be gone all day and then come home and find something wrong with what I did’. He watched his father meticulously prepare the horse before mounting him and urging him toward town. Alexander finished his breakfast before heading back to his room to find his shoes. He laced on the work boots and pulled on a second shirt. On his way down the stairs, he tied his hair back and made sure it was secure. The last thing he wanted in it was horse shit. He slipped out the back door and walked across foreyard to the stables. Alexander rolled his sleeves up and began cleaning the stables, mentally pointing his rage at Lillith the whole time. It didn’t take Lillith long grow bored of the indoors and come outside to find Alexander. She had gone to her room, bathed, changed her clothes and fixed her hair after her morning ride. She lingered at the stable doors while Alexander worked. Finally he stopped and looked at her. She smiled. “Where’s Daddy?” She asked sweetly. “He went to town.” Alexander answered, leaning against the stall he was currently cleaning. Lillith took that moment to straighten her dress. Alexander frowned when he realized just what she was doing down here. “Then you have to take care of me…?” She asked, feigning ignorance. “Yes.” Alexander growled. Lillith brightened and took a few steps inside the stable.taboo porn story“I want to go for a ride. I want to ride Bucephalus.” She said. “No. Lillith, Go Away!” Alexander yelled at her. She took a step back but didn’t lose her smile. They both knew that Alexander wouldn’t touch her, not unless he was eager to face the whip again. “I said I want to take a ride and you’d better do it. Daddy would be very angry if he knew that you weren’t taking good care of me.” Lillith smiled again. Alexander felt like slapping it right off of her face. Instead, he took off his gloves and walked over to her. Alexander roughly grabbed the front of her dress and lifted her a few inches. “Listen to me. I don’t care if you want to ride Bucephalus and I don’t care if Father would be angry. I’m going to finish cleaning the stables and then I’m going inside. And you are going to leave me alone.” He let go of her and went back to his work. Lillith was a little surprised but she didn’t say anything else. Eventually, she wandered back to the house and went inside. Alexander felt immense relief. He was afraid she’d push the issue and he would be forced to take her for a ride. After hours of cleaning stalls and shoveling shit, Alexander was finished. He peeled off his gloves and his outer shirt and just stood in the afternoon breeze. He still had a few more chores ahead of him, but nothing as daunting as the stables. He decided to take a quick rest before continuing. Walking a little ways away, he came to the soft bed of the nearby creek and unlaced his boots. He placed his feet in the water and laid back, just watching the clouds overhead. He heard the back door open and close, then heard soft footsteps somewhere near the stables. Lillith. Alexander sat up and sighed. He didn’t want to fight with her again but he also didn’t want her in the stables. He stood and re-tied his hair while he walked back barefoot to the stables. Lillith was inside pulling tack off the walls. She was dressed in newer riding clothes and had a crop tucked under her arm. “What are you doing?” Alexander asked, more than a little annoyed with her. “I’m going for a ride.” She replied. “And I don’t care if you won’t take me. I’ll go myself.” Something in her voice snapped Alexander’s control. He reached for her and yanked the tack out of her hands. Lillith made a small sound of protest then regained herself. “What are you doing?” Alexander answered by slapping her hard across the face. He felt every ounce of rage focus into that perfect, stinging slap. Lillith fell back and down, instantly placing a hand to her face where he had struck her. She looked up at him with shiny eyes. She’d never been hit before. Their blue eyes locked and she knew she was going to get far worse. Alexander hauled Lillith up by her hair and dragged her outside. She was openly crying now, begging him to let go of her. Alexander wasn’t certain what he was going to do until his gaze fell on the whip. He smiled a demonic smile as he though of Lillith being flogged. She apparently sensed his thoughts and started struggling harder. He pulled her face close to his and let his hot breath out. Lillith was too weak to break his grip on her hair. She glared up at him defiantly. “Daddy is…” she never finished the sentence. Alexander struck her again. This time she stumbled and fell onto her back. Looking down at her in this prone and open position, Alexander made a decision. He was going to take something that she could never have back. Alexander was on her in an instant. He tore open her shirt before she could even form words of protest. She was wearing a dainty white lace bra that covered her developing breasts. Lillith was terrified but didn’t know what to do. Alexander was bigger and stronger than her and there was no one around to help her. She didn’t know whether to fight or to beg. She decided to beg. “Please… No…” She stammered while Alexander peeled off her riding pants. He had never seen any of Lillith’s flesh before. She was clad now only in her bra and matching panties. Alexander felt his pulse and his erection rise. He slapped her again before sitting back and pulling off his shirt. Lillith just laid on the ground. This was all so surreal to her. She was afraid if she resisted, Alexander would hurt her more. But she didn’t want to have sex with him either. Alexander decided to force Lillith to take off his pants. Grabbing her hair again, he stood and forced her onto her knees in front of him. With small shaking hands, Lillith reached up and unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. Alexander’s cock was not fully erect as his pants fluttered to the ground. Lillith just stared at it, not really knowing what to do. Alexander tossed her back down and laid on her covering her body with his. He brought their lips together and kissed her violently, then ripped off her bra and busied himself in sucking on her nipples. Alexander knew that Lillith was still a virgin and had never in her life done anything like this before. She made tiny, mewing sounds like a small animal in pain but she stopped fighting him and only squirmed when Alexander began to move on her body. He played with both of her nipples, first sucking one and squeezing the other, then switching. Lillith was not developed at all, but Alexander still found amusement watching her writhe was he played with her. After a few moments, he moved his other hand down to her panties and slipped inside of them. He felt the first small wisps of pubic hair as he moved down between her legs. She was wet but not greatly so. Alexander suspected that her body was responding to an imminent penetration even if her mind was not. He started to move a finger back and forth along the length of her lips, stroking her slowly to increase the wetness. He did not want to penetrate her until she was sufficiently lubricated. Lillith squirmed with each pass of his fingers and started to cry. Alexander grinned even though his mouth was still locked on her soft, pink nipple. It felt good to finally have her suffer after all the shit she’d put him through. It felt good to feel her body tremble as he did what he wanted to do. It felt good to control her and to force his dominance on her. He pulled his hand out of her panties and ripped them off of her. She emitted a little gasp as Alexander sat up a little and spread her legs wider. Lillith saw his cock sticking out long and hard from his body. She watched him place a hand on her stomach to keep her in place while he guided the head to her opening. He laid down on her again and began to slowing push his enormous dick into her. Lillith tried to move out of the way but she was pinned. Alexander weighed too much for her, he was too strong and too quick. She just laid there and cried as he began to rape her. A little way in, Alexander’s dick pushed up against her maidenhead. Lillith felt an unpleasant pressure while Alexander continued to push and press against it. He wanted to make this especially painful for her, considering all the pain she had caused him. After minutes of toying with her virginity, he cruelly shoved his dick into her. He hilted himself and felt a certain wicked pleasure as Lillith screamed. Her tiny body was wracked with sobs as he began to pump her.hot sex storyWhile he fucked her, Alexander amused himself by biting her nipples and roughly gripping her ass. Occasionally Lillith would struggle and he would respond by slamming his dick into her and pushing her back down. She continued to cry and struggle until Alexander felt his orgasm start to build. He put a hand down on her throat and began to pump her more rhythmically. Every time Lillith would begin any sort of protest, he would grip her tighter around the throat. She finally stopped struggling altogether as he rode closer to his climax. Alexander had never raped anyone before. He’d had trysts with different girls but nothing that ever lasted. He’d even had sex a few times, but it was usually to release some tension on his part. He had never felt this euphoric before. He had never felt so powerful and sexually fulfilled before. His thrusts became deeper and quicker as his orgasm came closer. Finally, he spilled his seed deep into his younger sister. He erupted in ecstasy as he continued to grind and push against her. Lillith was just staring at him with a look of hatred and fear. When he was finally finished with her, Alexander pulled out. There was blood and semen between Lilliths legs and all over his dick. He picked up her torn panties and wiped himself off. Lillith started to sit up but paused as she noticed Alexander looking intently at her. “If you tell Father,” He said with deliberate slowness, “I will kill you.” Lillith didn’t nod or even show that she had heard. While Alexander stood, a new thought formed in his mind. He had never tried anal sex before and here was the perfect person to try it out on. As Lillith finished sitting up, Alexander grabbed her again and shoved her towards the stables. He opened the doors and forced her face down on a pile of straw. Lillith just laid down and didn’t resist him. Alexander played with his dick a bit until it became hard again. H knelt down behind her and began to touch her ass. Alexander teased her asshole with his fingers and quickly stuck one inside to test the tightness. Deciding to lubricate himself a little before pressing in, he pushed his dick into her vagina once again. It came out covered with blood and semen as before but this time, he pressed the head against her small asshole. He laid down on her and began to work into her tight hole. Lillith bit her lip to keep from crying as she was raped a second time. Alexander finally managed to work his dick into her ass and was pleased to find it so tight. He pulled in and out slowly a few times to get a feel for it before ramming her hard. He placed both of his hands on her shoulders while he rode her. He figured this had to hurt as least as much as having your virginity ripped away. Lillith just laid still and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. With each thrust, Alexander let his anger out. Anger at his parents for having a second child. Anger at his father for beating him. Anger at Lillith for being a brat. He rode his anger as he rode Lillith, each thrust was a testament to his rage, a physical form for his feelings. His second orgasm built far more slowly. It built somewhere deep inside him, somewhere primal and feral. His body almost moved on its own, separate from his mind. Lillith, though, was too silent for his tastes, so he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She made small gasping noises but did not cry out. He continued to pound on her mercilessly, shoving his dick in and out while she held her tears in check. After what seemed like an eternity, Alexander felt his orgasm near. He slowed his thrusts down to an even meter. In. Out. In. Out. He didn’t want to come to quickly. When his body had finally had enough, he poured out his second orgasm. He filled Lilliths ass with his hot seed as he continued to pump her. Alexander felt release as never before. He knelt behind Lillith for a few minutes while his dick spasmed, spitting out excess semen. Lillith had gone still but her breathing was ragged. He pulled his dick out of her and wiped it off on her thigh. Lillith moved a little and turned to look up at him. When she opened her eyes, they held a glint of anger, a glint of sadness and a glint of… satisfaction? “What’s so funny?” Alexander asked, mentally preparing to deal out some more punishment to her if she became too flippant. But she was not the one who answered. “Let me field that question,” came Lucien’s voice, cold and clear through the air. Alexander had not heard him ride up, had not heard him dismount, had not heard him approach. Alexander had no excuse for his actions and sensed more than saw the whip in his fathers hand.