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Megan’s Mom

Jenny steals some medication and feeds them to the mother of a friend of hers, to gain mind control over her.

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Cupids curse part 5. The fruits of love part 1

In roman mythology, cupid whismically shoots arrows with a mysterious power to freely control the hearts of men and women at will…When he shoots a gold tip arrow any person will fall in love. When he fires a lead tipped arrow anyone will awaken from love. In modern times, WHAT IF CUPID HAD SOMETHING MORE MISCHEVOS IN MIND….

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Unpaid Overtime #2

When we got to Jessica’s house, we got out of our vehicles, and walked inside. She had a two story house with a full basement. As we walked in, Jessica took her and Katie’s bras that she had from work, and threw them on the living room couch with her purse. Katie set her purse down on the couch as well.
“So, what do you guys want to drink?” Jessica walked into her kitchen and opened up a cupboard. It was her liquor cabinet. She had almost anything anyone would want in there. “Come here, pick your poison.”
Katie and I walked over to the cupboard and looked through it for a minute. “I’ll have a vodka-cranberry. You got cranberry juice?” Katie asked.
“Yup, it’s in the refrigerator. Jeremy? Whaddya want?”
“Oh, I’ll be easy, just a rum and coke. But make it a double. It’s been a long, hard week.” I looked at Katie, “No pun intended.”
Katie said, “Yeah right. No, I agree it did seem like a long week.”
Jessica poured our drinks and led us downstairs. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Jessica turned on the lights. Her basement was big; she must have had the wall taken out to create more room. It was set up like a large bar. Neon lights on the walls, a dart board in the corner, there was a pool table and a full wet bar with two taps for beer. It was very nice. “Look, there, the grand finale,” Jessica pointed to the opposite corner. She had a small stage built and s shiny silver pole went from floor to ceiling. “Let me turn on the stage lights, hold on.” Jessica walked over behind the bar, flipped a switch and three spotlights turned on all facing the stage.
“That’s great! I love your basement. It’s big.” I told Jessica as I took a swig of my cocktail.
“Thanks. Yeah, we took the bedroom walls out a couple of years ago to make more room.”
“We?” I asked.
“Yeah, my boyfriend at the time and I. We broke up about a year ago and I kept the house. Let’s not talk about him, he’s an ass hole! So, Katie, are you ready to make some money?”
“Uh, no, not yet. You know that I need to get a couple of drinks in me before I even get close to that thing. Let’s play some pool for a bit.”
“I knew you would say that. I know how much you like wood sticks and balls.” Jessica said, walking over to take the cover off of the table.
“Shut up, you like ‘em too, and you know it. I honestly wanted to play a game or two of pool.”
“Hey,” I chimed in, “I have an idea. Let’s play cut-throat. And, to make it more interesting, I think if when you miss a shot, you either have to take a shot or take an article of clothes off. What do you say?”
Jessica got a big grin on her face, “Hell yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Katie, you in?”
“Yeah, sure, why not. I’m probably gonna be the first one drunk and naked anyway. Why not speed up the process?”
“Sweet, I’ll let you two fight over who wants to break. I’ll go last.”
“Katie, you can break, you’re the guest. I gotta warn you Jeremy, I don’t lose often. Ask Katie.”
Katie nodded her head. “That’s fine; I haven’t played in a while, so I’m probably not that great anyway.”
I racked the balls in the triangle and Katie broke. The game went on and after a while, Jessica and Katie only had their underwear and skirts on. I still had my shirt, pants and boxers on, but it was my turn. I got the cue, and went on a rampage, clearing the table. “Huh, looks like I won. Sorry girls. Another game?”
“Sure,” Katie said. “Do we start completely over? Or do we stay like this?”
“That is up to you two.”
Jessica spoke up, “I say we start over and make it fair.” We all put our clothes back on and I broke, sinking the 7 ball. I lined up for my next shot when Jessica walked over behind the pocked I was shooting at. She turned around, and bent over, exposing her ass to me, and the small g-string that barely covered anything and split her right up the middle. “Oops, I think I dropped something. Let me grab it.” She stayed there, like that, until I shot the ball. I missed badly. “Huh, Mr. Pool Shark missed a shot. Katie, pants or shirt?”
“Pants.” Jessica came over to me, unbuckled my belt and undid my button and zipper. She pulled my pants down to my ankles and pulled them off. My erection was sticking almost out of my boxers. As Jessica stood up, she brushed her hand against my hard-on, making it pop out of the opening in the front of my boxers.
“Well, well, what is this?” She grasped it, knelt down and studied it closely.
“I think you’re supposed to put it in your mouth Jessica,” Katie said as she walked over to us.
“Oh, like this?” Jessica opened her mouth, aimed my cock at it and inserted me into her mouth. “Hmmmm. That is nice.”
Playing along, Katie walked up, got on her knees and said, “What does it taste like Jess? Let me try it.” Jessica removed my cock from her mouth, but still holding it in her hand, guided me into Katie’s mouth. “Wow that is good. I need one of these all the time.” Katie bobbed her head back and forth on my rod as Jessica stroked me. Katie reached up to her shirt and started to unbutton it.
“Oh no you don’t. You can’t get away with it that easily girl,” Jessica said. “I know what you’re doing. You still gotta get up on the pole and strip for us.”
“Damn, at least I tried to get out of it. Well,” Katie chugged the rest of her drink, “Let’s go then.” She stood up and walked over to the stripper pole. Jessica stood up, still with my cock in her hand, and pulled me gently over to the chairs in front of the pole. I sat down, Jessica picked up Katie’s and my glasses, walked over behind the bar, turned on the music and refilled our glasses.
Jessica walked back over and handed me and Katie our drinks. Katie had another sip, set her glass down and started to move with the music. Jessica filled up her glass again, and came and sat in the chair next to me. She handed me a paper-clipped stack of Monopoly money and had one for herself. I looked at it and grinned. “I can’t give you real money, I don’t make that much,” Jessica said as she took a drink then set her glass on the table. We started tossing our fake money at Katie as she danced. She turned around, bent over and grabbed her ankles. She slowly stood up, sliding her hands up her legs, over her ass, across her stomach, pulling her shirt up a little, and brought her hands to her hair, pulling it up on the top of her head. She reached out, grabbed the pole and spun herself around it, ending up sitting on the stage floor with the pole pressing up against her crotch. She brought her right leg up around the pole and turned so she was on all fours, facing away from us. She crawled backwards toward me, putting her feet on either side of my head, and backed her ass up to my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the small string going up her ass crack. “That’s hot!” Jessica said.
Katie crawled back fully onto the stage, spun around on her knees, and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. Jessica and I each took a few fake bills and set them on the edge of the stage. Katie unbuttoned her shirt all the way, but left it on. She bent over and picked up the money by squeezing her tits together on it. She stood up on her knees, holding her tits, then let go of them, letting the money fall to the floor. She stood up onto her feet, turned around and started to unzip her skirt. She slid it down her legs, bending over at the waist, and kicked it off at Jessica. Jessica caught it and threw it to the side. Katie brought her hands up the back of her legs and slipped her thumbs under her g-string. “Yeah, take it off girl!” Jessica yelled over the music. Katie slowly slid her g-string down her ass, stopping half way. She stood up, turned around and opened up her shirt, baring her beautiful chest. I felt the blood rushing back into my cock so I took a few more dollars and threw them at her. I saw Katie’s eyes as they drifted down my body to my re-hardening cock. She slid her shirt off of her arms, twirled it around in the air laughing and threw it at me. I tossed it to the side and refocused on her body.
Katie reached for the pole again, and spun around it a couple of times. She got back down on all fours and started to crawl toward Jessica. Jessica took a couple bills and put them in her mouth. Katie, rolled around so she was on her back and scooted toward Jessica, ass first. “Come here sweetie, I have something for you,” Jessica said. Katie moved so her feet were on either side of Jessica’s shoulders and brought her pussy up to Jessica’s face. Jessica moved her face up and laid the money on Katie’s shaved mound right above her pussy, and then she grabbed her g-string with her teeth and pulled her head back. Katie scooted backward on her ass letting Jessica keep the g-string in her mouth. Katie was now naked except for her shoes. I looked over to Jessica and saw that she was looking down at my cock that was growing harder each second. Katie turned around, got up on all fours again, and crawled back to the pole. My eyes turned to her glistening pussy while Jessica’s were still fixated on my cock. I watched as Katie got up on her feet, keeping her hands on the floor, and spreading her legs. Her pussy and ass were right there, waiting to be touched. I reached out but she was too far away. As I brought my hand back to my lap, I felt Jessica’s hand grasp my hard-on.
“Huh, what’s this mister?” She started to slowly stroke my shaft. She brought her other hand over and slid my boxers off.
“Now that’s not real fair,” Katie said. “Jessica, you’re the only one with your clothes still on. Come on Jeremy, Let’s get her naked too. I reached over and peeled Jessica out of her shirt as Katie leaned down and slid her mini-skirt off, pulling her g-string with it, exposing her cleanly shaven pussy. Jessica spread her legs a little and returned her hand to my cock. Katie got back up on the stage and continued dancing. She lay down on her back, spread her legs and started to rub her pussy with one hand as the other one grabbed her breast. Jessica looked up to see this. We both watched Katie for a little while. Jessica then turned to me, leaned over and aimed my cock at her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and made circles around the tip. Katie crawled over behind Jessica and spanked her. “NO! That’s mine.”
“Oh, sorry,” Jessica said as she sat back up.
Katie got back on the stage on all fours again. She crawled over to me, looked at Jessica and said, “See?” She grabbed my cock and put me into her mouth. She slowly slid her head down, taking the length of my cock into her mouth. She got her lips all the way to the base of my shaft the first time down. When she brought her head back up, she looked at me and smiled. “Do you like that Jeremy?”
“Oh yeah, that’s great. You can do that again.” I said.
Jessica stood up out of her chair and walked over behind me as Katie swallowed my cock again. Jessica put her hands on my chest and ran her fingernails down my chest and then back up. As she did this, she pressed her tits into the back of my shoulders. I could feel her nipples sticking out and poking me. I brought one of my hands behind me, found her leg and started to rub her inner thigh. Katie pulled her head up, releasing my dick from her mouth, turned her head sideways and licked my pole top to bottom and back up. The feeling was amazing. I tried to slide my hand up to Jessica’s crotch, but with her shoes still on, she was too tall. I grabbed her leg and pulled her around to the side of me. I pulled her leg up and put her foot on my leg, opening up her legs right in front of my face.
I leaned over and started to lick and kiss her inner thighs as Katie continued the oral assault on my cock, taking me into her mouth and bobbing up and down. Jessica started to moan the more I kissed her thighs. I slid my hand around to her ass, squeezed it, and pulled her pussy into my face. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her clit. Katie pulled her head off of my cock and crawled up onto my lap. She sat down on my lap, pushing my cock up against my abdomen. She started to grind her wet pussy against my shaft. Jessica was getting nice and wet as I continued to lick her clit. I slid my thumb underneath her and inserted it into her wet slit. I brought my other hand to Katie. I found her stomach, ran my hand up to her chest, flicking her nipples with each finger as I went over them. Then, I took my hand, slid it down her chest, over her stomach, and down to her clit. My thumb landed on her clit and I started to rub it as she continued to grind on my cock. She started to grind faster on me the more I rubbed her. Jessica reached down with her hand, grabbed my cock, pushing Katie back, and started to stroke me. She stroked me a couple of times then aimed my cock down at Katie’s wet pussy. Katie raised herself up over my hard-on, and lowered herself onto me. This time, she was hot inside. It was nice and warm earlier, but now she was hot.
Jessica let go of my cock as Katie lowered herself all the way onto me and continued grinding. I never stopped licking Jessica’s clit; I moved my tongue faster over her clit. Jessica started to moan more. My brought my hand up from Katie’s clit to her chest and started to pull on her nipples. “Yeah, do that Jeremy. I love that!” I pulled harder on them and licked Jessica’s pussy faster. Jessica kept moaning more and more. “Shit, if it’s really that good Jess, you wanna switch? I need a good pussy licking.”
Jessica took her foot off of my leg as Katie stood up off of my cock. “Yeah,” Jessica said, “I want to feel his cock in my pussy.” They switched places. Katie put her leg up on me as Jessica had hers and Jessica positioned herself over my cock. She grabbed it and lowered herself on me. “Oh my God that’s big Kate.”
“I told you it was. I thought you could handle it no matter what size it was?”
“I though so, but damn,” Jessica replied. She lowered herself slowly half way onto my cock then she brought herself back up taking me out of her. She was trying to catch her breath. Jessica lowered herself again. I felt my head press against her wet slit as I started to lick and kiss Katie’s wet pussy. I ran my tongue from her clit, over her lips, to her g-spot and back. I could hear Katie start to moan a little so I moved my tongue around her clit faster. Jessica had re-inserted me into her and was trying to get her tight pussy all the way down on my cock. She was so tight it almost hurt. It felt so good to have such a tight pussy engulf my hard-on. She gasped and pushed herself down onto me and finally got the length of my cock into her. She sat there for a minute trying to catch her breath and make her pussy relax and open up to accept my rather large cock. Jessica slid back up and down again, moving slowly. I could feel her start to loosen and I could feel her juices lubing me up. She started to get more comfortable and began to move up and down on me a little faster. Katie was moaning now from my tongue going crazy on her clit. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her slit more. I moved my tongue down and stuck it into her pussy. She tasted so good. I pushed into her a few more times then returned to her clit. I brought my hand up to her crotch and stuck one finger into her. This was pretty loose so I stuck a second one in, then a third. I had three fingers in her snatch and my tongue on her clit. Katie was moving her hips back and forth with the movement of my hand and tongue.
Jessica was bouncing up and down easier now, taking the full length of me into her cunt. She started to moan louder the more she fucked me. I was pumping against her movements, making sure I was penetrating her all the way. Katie grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her pussy. She started to scream and moan louder. She grabbed a handful of my hair, and said, “Open your mouth Jeremy. I’m gonna cu…OH SHIT! HERE IT COMES!” She yelled. I felt the small spray of her juice hit my tongue and lips. She tried to pull me mouth into her more but I couldn’t get any closer. I rotated my head side to side, keeping my mouth open around her pussy, but rubbing my top lip on her clit as much as I could, causing her to go crazy. The feel and taste of her cum in my mouth, made my balls tighten up. I twitched my cock inside of Jessica. She returned it by squeezing my cock with her already tight pussy.
“Oh my God Jess, I’m about to cum. I’m gonna cum!” I said in ecstasy.
“Go inside me. I love the feel of cum in my pussy.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I got my shot Wednesday. I’m good. Now fuckin’ cum in me.”
Her pussy tightened up around my cock more as I felt my balls push the cum up my shaft. I pushed up into her hard and let my cock explode into her pussy. Jessica screamed out of pleasure as she climaxed. She leaned toward me, grabbed my head out of Katie’s crotch and directed me to her chest. “Bite ‘em. Bite my tits,” she commended me. I obliged. I opened my mouth stuck my tongue out to find her nipple, and started to bite down on it. Katie reached her hand in between us and started rubbing Jessica’s clit. Jessica screamed more, tightened up her pussy and held her breath. I could feel her juices dripping down the base of my cock and onto my balls.
“Oh my God that was great!” I said, gasping for air. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I mentally had to tell myself to breathe. I finally caught up with my heartbeat and pulled my head out of Jessica’s chest. I picked my head up and looked at Katie and Jessica. I was speechless, but they knew exactly what I was thinking. They each smiled at me, leaned down and kissed me, then each other. Jessica slowly stood up off of my cock, sliding it out of her dripping pussy. Katie bent down to lick Jessica’s juices off of me. She inserted me into her mouth, running her tongue over the tip, making me pull my sensitive cock quickly out of her mouth.
Jessica took a couple steps back and sat on the stage. I looked at her pussy. It was dripping wet and it appeared to be stretched out from my cock. “Look,” she said, pointing at her pussy. “I’m all wet and stretched out now. Damn that was a great fuck. Jeremy, your cock is amazing! I haven’t fucked like that in a long time. Holy shit.” She leaned back, putting her hands on the stage and caught her breath.
Katie stood up, letting my softening cock fall out of her mouth, and said, “You sure know how to eat a girl out too. That was great! I’m so glad I had the nerve to talk to you earlier. Otherwise, Jess and I would be out at some bar, getting hit on by some guys that we don’t even want to look at. Thanks for coming over.”

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Haunted Shores

The night was silent as I aimlessly roamed through the cemetery. I spent every night in the cemetery. In fact, I spent so much time there, it seemed like I never left.
Who could blame me? This cemetery wasn’t like your typical, average cemetery. No. This cemetery rested near the shore of a beach. It was absolutely beautiful.
You could see and hear the waves rolling up on the shore. The smell of salt water was always thick in the air. By far my most favorite place to be, especially when the moon was full.
Most people would probably say there are other beaches without a cemetery on them if I just wanted to walk along the beach at night. But there’s something about the combination of the cemetery and the beach that soothes me.
I chose a spot to relax for the night. A place where I could enjoy and genuinely appreciate the scenery that was around me.
>From there, I cast my gaze out towards the seamless, dark horizon that lay beyond the many tranquilizing waves which tumbled mournfully onto the shore.
Suddenly, I heard two loud voices, laughter filled the air. It startled me as these nights were usually quiet and uninterrupted.
I straightened myself out as my eyes searched frantically for the source of disruption.
I quickly spotted a couple. They seemed to be intoxicated. They stumbled along until they finally collapsed onto one another. My eyes widened as they began kissing and ripping each other’s clothes off.
I couldn’t stop myself from staring at them. Didn’t they notice me?!
Apparently they hadn’t because they continued to ravish each other as if no one were there.
The man pulled the woman’s jeans off and then traced her inner leg with his tongue.
I licked my lips, this was a rare treat I fully intended to enjoy and if they didn’t seem to care that I was standing right there, then I sure the hell wasn’t going to miss out!
The woman began to moan as his hands roamed all over her body. His mouth was now all over her bare breasts, pampering them with erotic kisses.
I felt myself become wet, my pussy tingled and I felt the urge to slide my hand between my legs to rub my outer lips wantonly.
Just then, he glided his hand between her legs, and she moaned with delight.
I bit my lower lip lightly. My nipples became hard. As one of my hands continued to rub at my twat, the other rose up to allow my thumb to glide back and forth against my nipple. I moaned softly as my pussy became wetter.
As he continued to finger fuck her juicy, wet pussy, she began to buck her hips against his fingers. With his tongue, he licked his way up to her mouth and then shoved it sensuously between her lips. She accepted and returned his kiss hungrily.
Suddenly, he popped up, slid his fingers out of her, placed his hands on both sides of her hips, and flipped her over. On her hands and knees she stuck her pussy out for him, teasingly moving it back and forth.
He smacked her ass and grabbed it with a firm grip. She moaned louder and pushed back against him, begging for more without speaking a single word.
He lowered his mouth to her exposed pussy, spread her lips, and gave her a long lick. She squirmed, quivered, and moaned as he followed with a few more licks, each deeper than the next.
I couldn’t handle much more of this! I shoved three fingers into my dripping cunt and forcefully finger fucked myself.
He lifted his head and kneeled behind her, placed both of his hands on her hips, and pulled her back almost as forcefully as I had shoved my fingers into my pussy.
She slid right onto his erect cock and moaned even louder than she had all night!
He fucked her good and hard. His hand came down onto her ass occasionally as he continued to thrust in and out of her gushing, wet pussy.
I grabbed at one of my breasts and finger fucked myself harder. Absent mindedly, I moaned loudly as I came all over my fingers. I thought for sure they would notice me then! But they didn’t.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he continued to pump in and out of her no doubt aching pussy with everything he had!
He gasped, nearly collapsing onto her as he came.
She moaned as she came in unison with him. Both of them panting and gasping for air.
He slid his cock out of her and they intertwined their, sweaty, naked bodies together to tremble with orgasmic pleasure in each other’s arms.
As things had calmed down, I began to think of how odd it was that they hadn’t seem to notice me at all. I was so close to them. I decided to keep watching them for a few moments more. Maybe since they weren’t as enthralled with each other now, they would be more aware of my presence.
They began to put their clothes back on. Laughter filled the air again as they turned to each other and smiled.
“Hey, do you want to go search for that ghost that roams the cemetery??” The man teased.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” The woman laughed.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!!” The man said as he helped the woman to her feet and they began to stumble off.
Ghost? In this cemetery?? That was the first time I had ever heard of that! And I spent every night here!
I began to wander off myself, still wondering what the two had been talking about. I came to a stop, resting next to a head stone.
After a few moments I turned to run my fingers along the name, just as I had usually done out of respect. As my fingers glided roughly across the engraved name my eyes followed after it.
I stopped mid-stroke as I read the name, my eyes widened in horror. I stumbled back in disbelief. The name on the headstone was MINE!! I had been the ghost the man spoke about! THAT’S why they couldn’t see me!
It all began to make perfect sense to me now, although denial still swept through me. I was overwhelmed by what I had just found to be true.
It would probably take me many nights to come to terms with this, but deep down, I knew eventually I would. When that day would come, I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of was that I now knew I had the advantage to peer in on couples having sex without them aware of it and I fully intended to use it!
This was my cemetery now, my territory to roam and anyone who steps foot in it had better be prepared to come face to face with me.

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Secret Schooling 2

The short love story of two high school lesbians takes a turn as a young classmate of theirs declares his love for Nicole.

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One Step Ahead – Part 3

Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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Fantasy

Incestuous Camping

Incestuous Camping
Blake stood at his wife’s grave and fought against the anxious turning in his stomach, willing himself to not vomit. Twelve years ago, his wife Holly had taken the coward’s exit, using their car and their garage to asphyxiate her life away. And, now, Blake was holding on by bloodied fingernails. But, he wasn’t contemplating suicide. Responsibility kept those thoughts at bay. What tormented his soul, he couldn’t put a finger on.
His palms were sweaty, heart racing. The mid summer air was filled with dense humidity, making it almost impossible for him to suck enough oxygen into his struggling lungs. An anxiety attack, his head tormented by circumstances beyond his understanding.
“Dad, why did Mom kill herself?” Blake’s daughter, Amber, pulled him out his disturbing thoughts. He was thankful for the life preserver.
“I don’t know, honey.” Amber asked that question frequently, and Blake’s replies were always vague. Barely fourteen years old, Amber was too young to know the truth. Suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem, a mental illness. Blake didn’t want to tell Amber that there was no mystery to be solved regarding Holly’s death. External factors did not force his wife to commit suicide. It was an internal factor, the sickness in his wife’s head.
“Red sky at night, sailors’ delight,” Amber chimed solemnly, looking toward the sunset.
“Light interacting with dry dust particles in the lower atmosphere gives the sunset that reddish appearance, Amber. It’s actually a good indicator that dry weather is coming.”
“Thanks teacher,” Amber mocked, softening her words with a slight smile.
“I don’t think so.” Blake had met with too many of Amber’s teachers, listened to their Pollyannaish views, and had concluded that some of them were stuck between adolescence and adulthood, surrounded by child peers rather than their emotional underlings.
Blake had been born, raised, and met his wife in the miniscule city of Elmira, New York. And he was now standing in Elmira’s Woodlawn Cemetery, a graveyard most notable for being the burial place of Mark Twain. Elmira was a depressed city, and Blake had moved away shortly after Holly’s death, finding a better job opportunity and a more palpable climate in Virginia Beach. But, he came back every year to visit his wife’s grave, see childhood friends, and take his daughter camping.
As for Amber, she despised Elmira, although she looked forward to seeing her mother’s grave. Elmira, New York, was a far cry from the hustle and bustle of New York City. The people were largely conservative Republicans, and Blake knew that the lackluster community bored his young daughter. As for camping, Amber enjoyed that until it came time to actually camp. Sleeping without the security of locked doors scared his little girl, as did the unfamiliar wilderness noises.
Blake was dismayed that dusk was gathering as he turned into Treman State Park and made his way to their designated campsite. To him, dusk represented death, the death of day, the time when he couldn’t prevent himself from reflecting on bygone events and gloomily conclude that life was just a meaningless cycle of monotony followed by eternal nothingness. He couldn’t turn the tide and . . . and what? What did he want to do? He couldn’t figure it out. But, dusk taunted him, drowned him in its death.
It was Independence Day weekend and the campground was filled to capacity. When Blake had pulled in with his registration confirmation two days previous, he had overheard a group of potential campers being turned away, told that there were no available lots. The campsites were fairly close to one another, allowing for very little privacy. The little camp enclaves consisted of a small grassy area for tents, a picnic table chained to a pine tree, and a fire pit. Amber had wanted to stop at Red Lobster for dinner, but Blake refused to splurge, giving her two choices – McDonald’s or campfire cooking. She pouted, chose McDonald’s.
“I don’t understand why we couldn’t have just spent tonight at the Holiday Inn that we passed, instead of driving all the way to Ithaca,” Amber complained, sliding out of the pick up truck. “It’s right on that Water Street in Elmira . . . “
“And I don’t understand,” Blake countered pointedly, “why we have to camp at a state park when there are mountains are all around us.” He waved a hand in illustration. “There’s a goddamn swimming pool here for Christ’s sake! Besides, why would we stay in a hotel after paying for a campsite?”
“You shouldn’t swear, Dad,” Amber returned softly.
Amber was dating a good, safe kid from a strict, religious family. Amber’s ‘dates’ consisted of church functions and watching PG movies with her boyfriend’s family. Blake didn’t believe in God or any of that hooey eternal crap. When his wife snuffed out her life, that was her finality. Weak people needed God, used Him as a crutch to explain away their misery instead of just sucking it up and forging ahead. Blake’s beliefs caused him much anxiety and sleepless nights, worried about dying, but he couldn’t stop the tide from turning – bloodied fingernails or not.
Blake started a campfire while Amber took a shower in the nearby restroom facility. He enjoyed staring into the dancing flames and feeling the warmth; the absorption calmed his restless mind. When Amber returned, wet head, she complained that the inalterable shower water had been cold. Blake told her that showering wasn’t a part of ‘roughing it’.
“I was talking to the teenagers camping next to us in the ladies’ room,” Amber said, sitting on the log beside Blake. “They seem nice.”
“Oh?” Blake looked over at them. A group of four with one pop up tent. Two boys, two girls – obviously, two couples. Blake and Amber shared a single tent as well. He knew that it looked inappropriate, a grown man sleeping with an attractive young girl. But, Amber wouldn’t budge on the issue. It was, in fact, all Blake could do to keep his terrified daughter out of his sleeping bag during the night.
Amber was attractive, very attractive. Long blonde hair and big green eyes, she took ballet lessons and carried herself with long-limbed gracefulness. She had worn a pale pink string bikini swimming earlier that day, and it anguished Blake that his eyes had been irresistibly drawn to the rounded molds of her apple-sized breasts, deliciously outlined by the skimpy top. He tried dismissing the thought of how the visual of his daughter had stirred his libido, caused an erection. He tried dismissing it, but he could not. It lingered in his brain like a bad hangover.
After brushing her hair, Amber found a stick and roasted marshmallows. She put the fluffy white puff of sugar directly in the fire, allowing the marshmallow to become enflamed. Then, she pulled the burning treat out, allowing the flame to extinguish itself naturally, reducing the outside of the marshmallow to a sweet, blackened ashy substance. Blake watched her. A teenage girl, she was very fascinating to him. In some ways, Amber was a little girl still – she pouted and was terrified of camping. In other ways, Amber was a little adult – she was an exceptional cook and kept their home immaculate. Like Blake, she was at a crossroads in her life. Except Blake couldn’t see down his paths of choosing; sometimes, he couldn’t even clearly see the crossroads.
“What do you think Jason is doing right now?” Blake asked, referring to her boyfriend. He didn’t really give a rat’s ass about Amber’s stuff shirt boyfriend; he just wanted to divert the thoughts in his head. An all too familiar migraine was rearing its ugly head.
“It’s ten o’clock, so he’s probably sleeping.” Amber spoke around a mouthful of marshmallow, looking toward the teenagers camping next to them. Blake turned in the same direction. The kids were noisy, their slurred voices indicating that they had found some unscrupulous adult to purchase them alcohol.
“You’re a good girl, Amber,” Blake smiled, reaching out to gently touch his daughter’s leg. “You’re not like those kids.” Blake sometimes wondered if Amber had been switched at birth, because she was such a wide-eyed innocent. Holly had been a nasty, lustful creature. If Holly wasn’t cheating on him, they were engaging in partner swapping.
“They invited me over,” Amber said, a pleading question in her tone.
“No.” Blake replied pointedly, giving his daughter a stern look.
“You’re no fun, Dad,” she folded her arms and pouted, kicked dirt in the fire. “You’re just like Jason!”
“I’m nothing like your stuffed shirt boyfriend,” Blake returned. “I’m just not going to give you permission to get shit faced.”
“Fine! I’m going to bed then!” Amber stood up and stalked angrily into the tent.
Blake didn’t enjoy being the fun police; it bothered him when Amber asserted her independence. His little girl was growing up, but that didn’t bother him. It was . . . It was . . . It was policing her activities. It was being the adult. It was the knowledge that Amber’s little friends viewed him as an authority figure. When Amber had been a little girl, it hadn’t bothered him to be viewed as the adult, because . . . because . . . because . . . He couldn’t put a finger on it! Why the hell did it bother him now?!!
As he struggled getting the lid off a bottle of Advil Extra Strength, he felt the loneliness creeping in. When Amber had been younger, she used to look up to him like a God, her sole provider. Now, she had ballet and all her extracurricular school activities. He sometimes didn’t see her until well after seven o’clock in the evening. The stillness of the house sometimes encapsulated him like a tomb. Oh, he dated and had girlfriends, but he never once considered getting married again. Perhaps, in his mind, he was still married. Or, perhaps, he was traumatized by Holly’s suicide. Either way, he was lonely and wished Amber was six years old again.
When he finally crawled into the tent, Amber was where he half-expected her to be, curled up on his sleeping bag. Amber had learned a little trick. If she slept on his sleeping bag, he would have to lay close to her, in case she woke up frightened. Blake lay down beside his daughter on the air mattress that she had purchased specifically for this trip. Amber, she wanted to camp with as many creature comforts as possible. He sighed deeply, the aching in his head gone, but he feeling emotionally and physically spent.
Amber rolled over and pressed her head into his chest. “Good night.”
“Good night, baby.” Blake didn’t like it when Amber fell asleep snuggled against him, because he knew they’d awake in some inappropriate, incestuous embrace. And, Blake couldn’t really object, because the fourteen-year-old virgin wouldn’t understand.
It grew silent in the tent, and Blake began drifting into a drowning sleep. His thoughts were haunted. Downtown Elmira was becoming a ghost town of vacant stores and mom-and-pop shops, shops predestined by the lack of commerce to be temporary. The nearby mall was rapidly becoming a vacant building as well. He wished that he hadn’t come, wished he were in Virginia Beach. Then, Blake thought about his childhood and wished Elmira was as it had been in his youth, with consumers shopping downtown at Izard’s Department Store and Woolworth’s. He really wanted that – for his hometown to be young again.
In the tent next door, Blake heard the teenagers’ voices growing louder. They had gone into their tent quite a while ago but were obviously still awake. As he listened more intently, Blake noticed that only two of the teenagers were talking – a male and a female. They were laughing, humorously agitated about something.
“You’re moving my mattress!” A male voice carried loudly.
There was no corresponding reply to the outcry and conversation stopped in the neighboring tent. Fully awake now, Blake laid still and listened. He could hear rustling and fluctuating human sounds. The noises didn’t appear to be fully annunciated words, merely sounds. Blake thought that perhaps . . . He didn’t want to jump to perverted conclusions, and he held his breath, trying to figure out exactly what was going on next tent. After a few minutes, Blake’s assumptions were confirmed when his ears boldly picked up what he thought he had been hearing.
“Uhhhh,” came a very long, passionate female sigh. “Uhhhh . . . “
Blake lifted his head, heart pounding fast. They were fucking in the tent next door!
From a campsite across the road, a catcall echoed mockingly, “Uhhhh . . . Uhhhh . . . Give it to her good!” Blake couldn’t help but laugh, and Amber snickered a little as well.
The same voice that had complained about his mattress moving now objected, “I’m going out to the car to sleep, give you two some privacy!”
The sound of the tent zipper followed, and Blake heard two voices – one male, one female – laughing. The grass and gravel sounded out their footsteps heading to the vehicle. A car door opened and closed. Then, all was still again. Blake wondered if the licentiousness behavior had stopped. Inside his pajama bottoms, he was throbbing uncomfortably. Damn horny and drunk teenagers, he thought angrily.
Then, from the neighboring tent, the female cried out her passionate lust. “I want you! . . . I need you!” A male’s voice followed, too low and husky for Blake’s ears to decipher what was said. “I want it!” The female begged with unbridled, wild abandonment.
“You two should be charging by the minute for the live pornography!” A taunting male voice called from across the road. A female followed with “I don’t know if I should be appalled, masturbate, or introduce myself and ask to join them!”
“Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Yeah . . . “ Blake could hear flesh slapping and the sloppy wetness of the girl’s pussy. The female was now undeniably being fucked! Blake could hear the mattress inside the tent being manipulated by the male’s pussy pounding.
“Huh . . . Huh . . . Huh,” the male puffed his exertion with each rapid stroke.
The catcalls were coming from several campsites now. But the couple appeared to be too into it to care, especially the female. “Good . . . Oh, it’s so good!” Her voice was strained with orgasm. “I love it!”
Blake enjoyed listened to the lusty girl getting exactly what she had begged for. But, he didn’t enjoy being painfully erect next to his daughter. Still, Blake was twisted enough to acknowledge that part of his arousal came from the fact that virgin Amber was overhearing the fuck.
“Oh fuck me!” The girl screamed at the top of her lungs. “Your horse cock is hitting my pussy in all the right spots!”
“Huh . . . Huh . . . Huh.” The male continued to puff through his rapid movements. The girl had the noisiest pussy Blake had ever heard, so incredibly wet, like she had dumped a full cup full of fluid into her cunt.
Then, the neighboring tent was abruptly silent. Blake listened futilely for more sloppy sex sounds. For all her begging, the female had only received a few minutes of penetration, and Blake felt a smug satisfaction knowing that he could have done better. The zipper on the neighboring tent was pulled down and Blake soon heard two male voices conversing near the teenagers’ parked vehicle.
The catcalling continued, “Is this going to be a double feature?”
The carnal couple didn’t reply to the taunts, and the female’s voice wasn’t heard from again. Blake wondered if she had fallen asleep or if she was too embarrassed to acknowledge what had just transpired. Maybe, Blake thought distastefully, she was just a stupid slut, waiting for something more to be put inside her. Some girls were like that, Blake knew, easily manipulated – especially young ones.
With a low agonizing moan, Blake closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a painful erection. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until it was remedied, and he formulated his masturbation plan. He’d wait until Amber’s breathing indicated that she was sleeping. Then, he’d carefully maneuver away from her and jack off in the men’s room. He didn’t dare move at that moment, with the head of a rock hard erection protruding from his pajama bottoms. And, Amber . . . She’d undoubtedly accompany him to the restroom, terrified to be alone in the tent. It wouldn’t do him any good to be walking up to the bathroom beside a pretty, young girl, with his cock head sticking out!
“Dad?” Amber whispered unsteadily. Blake didn’t reply, hoping Amber would fall asleep faster if she thought he was already sleeping. “Dad?” She whispered again, a little louder. Again, he didn’t reply.
Blake felt Amber move away from him. She appeared to be fiddling with something, and Blake wondered what she was doing but kept his eyes closed. “Yes,” he heard Amber whisper in a low, sensual tone. “Yes . . . “ The mattress was moving in a rhythmic manner. “Ooooo . . . Yeah.”
With eyes firmly shut, Blake reached out a hand, wrapped it around his daughter, and drew her to him. He wasn’t sure if his hand hugging her waist was meant to prevent his daughter from masturbating or a sexual advance. Either way, Amber tensed, quickly drew her hand away from her crotch. For a moment, she lay still. Then, “Dad?”
“Mmmm . . . “ Blake opened his eyes, feigning husky drowsiness, “I had the strangest dream . . . ”
“Really?” Amber choked.
Blake kissed the top of his daughter’s head, keeping his embrace firm. “Hey, Amber, I’m sorry for falling asleep. Do you want to – need to – discuss what they were doing?”
Amber laughed in a mysterious fashion, “No, Dad. I definitely don’t need that!”
“What does that laugh mean?” Blake’s eyes narrowed, heart pounding unsteadily with genuine surprised. “Are Jason and you having sex?” When she didn’t reply, Blake sighed with frustration. He wanted to punch himself in the face for being such a . . . such a . . . such an ADULT! Why couldn’t he just go with the flow, be one of those open-minded parents who bought booze for minors and smoked pot with them? And, why did the thought of his beloved Amber taking a cock into her tiny body fill him with such sexual desire and repulsion? “Do you do it a lot?” Blake was immediately horrified that the question came from his mouth.
“No,” Amber replied with unabashed disheartenment. “His parents are always around, and he worries about me getting pregnant.”’ She was quite for a moment. Then, “Dad?”
“Hmmm?”
“If I tell you something, you promise that you won’t be mad at me?”
“What is it?”
“No. You have to promise that you won’t get mad at me first.”
Blake hesitated. How could he possibly promise an involuntary reaction? He wished he had that kind of control over his emotions! He made the promise anyway.
“When Uncle Larry visited last month, I had sex with him.” She spoke in a hurried whisper, cringing in her father’s arms.“Why?”
Amber squirmed a little. “Because . . . the boys my own age. It’s so difficult to find someone to do it with . . . Uncle Larry wanted to and . . . ”
Uncle Larry was Holly’s brother, on his third marriage. Every June, he used Blake’s Virginia Beach home as a free hotel. Apparently, his overweight brother in law was using his daughter as well. Blake made a mental note to swing by Larry’s on his way home and beat the fat fucker to a bloodied pulp.
Blake held his daughter for a moment, stroked her long hair. Her nightgown was hiked up around her waist; she was void of panties. And, she made no movement to cover herself. Blake debated about what he should do. He thought about the teenagers in the next tent over and about his own childhood that had slipped into . . . He didn’t want to think anymore. Sighing deeply, he moved his erection slightly toward Amber, testing her reaction to it. She gave no indication that she felt his slight jab, and Blake grew agitated. He gave his daughter a strong thrust, keeping his erection against her uncovered cunt. Then, he began circling his hips, spilling pre-cum onto his daughter’s exposed belly. Amber silently circled her naked cunt in time with him. Through his pajama bottoms, Blake felt the heated wetness of her sex.
“Does it feel good?” Blake whispered very low, husky. While grinding, he kept sliding his cock head up into her pussy lips, brushing against her clit. He could feel the scattering of her pubic hairs against the tip of his dick.
“So good,” Amber returned, wrapping an arm around her father to draw their bodies even closer together, continuing to grind against him. “You are so big – bigger than even Uncle Larry.”
“Do you want to feel it in you?”
“Yes!” Amber screamed her urgency.
Wordlessly, Blake removed his clothes while Amber did likewise. He couldn’t bring himself to kiss, caress, or undress his daughter. Even in his fractured mental state, it was too perverted. “Are you ready?” He whispered once they were both stripped.
“Yes! Hurry! Give it to me, put your huge cock in me!”
He rolled over onto his daughter. Quickly, before his moral conscious reared its ugly head, he slid into Amber’s haven. Beneath him now, Blake could feel how tiny she was, her hips and taut belly barely half the width of his torso.
“Oh!” Amber shuttered. “I love your big cock in me!”
“You have to be quiet. It won’t do either of us any good for the other campers to know what’s going on in this tent.” Blake whispered, his organ stilled to give her body time to adjust to the intruding member.
“O-Okay,” Amber agreed. “But it’s going to be hard. I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a long time.”
“You’re having it now,” Blake smiled a little, “dirty daughter.”
Blake couldn’t remember the last time he had been with a woman who hadn’t given birth, and Amber’s sex cavity was like a tight glove pulsating around his cock. She was as wet as any female he had been with and so very hot. His little girl, he loved her and wanted to outdo her stuffed shirt boyfriend and Uncle Larry in providing her pleasure. “Tighten and release your pelvic muscles while I’m fucking you,” he whispered the instruction. “It’ll help you cum.”
Blake began moving his lower body, quickening his pace and increasing his depth of penetration with each stroke. Before too long, he was shaking Amber’s body with his powerful thrusts, giving her every bit of his ample endowment. In the darkened tent, he couldn’t see her very well, but the sloppy slapping sounds and the wetness against his balls let him know that she was enjoying the fuck.
“Ooooo . . . “ Blake felt his balls draw up with the urgency to cum. At his age, Blake knew that he no longer had the staying power for a second orgasm and wanted to fuck his daughter for as long as possible. Her tight vagina made an ever so slight popping sound as his overfilling instrument was removed from it.
“Did you cum?” She asked. “Inside me?”
“No,” Blake whispered. “I want to switch positions. Lay back.”
Kneeling with his knees on the mattress, he reached for Amber’s legs and lifted them up until, shoulders flat on her back, Amber’s ass was off the black air mattress. He slid into her saturated vulva with a deep moan of pleasure. Man, she was so hot and tight! In this position, she felt even better, and he would have full stroke maneuverability. After wrapping her legs around his shoulders, he began pounding her relentlessly with long, deep, and quick strokes.
“Ugh, ugh,” Amber huffed. “Oh, Dad . . . uh . . . oh, yeah!”
“Shhhh,” Blake whispered. “You have to be quiet.” He wanted to scream his pleasure, listen to her nasty words of enjoyment, but his ever-thinking adult mind overruled his carnal desire.
“I’m trying, but it’s so hard. I’ve never had it so deep and fast before. I’m coming hard,” she gasped, chest heaving. Blake laughed a little, thrilled to know that Amber was enjoying the fuck as much as he was.
As he moved his lower body again, he wrapped his hands around Amber’s ass. Her bottom was delicately soft and petite, just the slightest curvature. He guided her back toward his thrusting, controlling her movements. Amber gasped, twisted her upper body. Then, she reached out, wrapped her hands around either side of Blake’s lower legs, and dug her fingernails in painfully. The rough contact excited Blake, and he slammed faster into his daughter. The loud slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the tent, mixed with telltale squishy sounds of rock hard cock pounding soaked pussy. As Blake huffed and fucked Amber, he listened for catcalls outside the tent and was thankful to hear silence.
“Ooooo . . . Makes me cum . . . Ooooo . . . “
“Roll flat onto your belly,” Blake whispered, releasing Amber’s legs.
“H-Huh?”
“Just do it,” Blake replied testily, gulping to get fresh air into his legs. Having her was magnificent, but he knew he that could do a better job with his daughter, and a fleeting fantasy of possibilities stole through his head. The lack of privacy and inability to speak pleasured thoughts aloud were undeniable drawbacks. And, as much as he wanted to continue in that position, Amber couldn’t refrain from uttering her pleasure. Also, he was dying from the physical exertion and needed to slow the tempo.
Amber she lay flat on her belly, ass exposed to him. For a moment, Blake considered easing his cock into that ass but decided against it. She was too little, his cock too large, and he had no lubrication. Saliva would do in a pinch, he knew, but Amber deserved better than a guy’s spit in her asshole. Instead, he arched over his daughter and eased his cock into her pussy, resting most of his weight on his extended arms.
“Now, cross your legs,” he instructed. “It’ll fill you up all the way.”
“You already fill me up all the way,” Amber cooed lovingly, doing as instructed. “Oh, you feel even thicker like this! Oh, Dad, I’m so full!”
His daughter was unbelievably tight in this position, and he varied his movements from fast and jerky to slow and deep, switching it around to prevent himself from cuming. He could feel Amber’s sex fluttering against his cock. Looking down at her, he noticed that she had his sleeping bag in her mouth and clawing at another part of the fabric.
“I’m enjoying it, too,” Blake whispered tenderly.
“Oh . . . It’s so hard . . . to . . . Oh, it’s . . . “
“Going to cum . . . ” Blake whispered between clenched teeth. He was filled with glowing happiness, the urgency of a pressing orgasm. His being was filled with the glory of being young again. He was transported to Cancun, on his honeymoon with Holly. A high manic state came over him. He thought about how, in his mind, he could be anyone. In his mind, he could be young again. It suddenly seemed so simple.
Amber was having a major orgasm, Blake could feel it, and he moved his body quickly in respond to it. “Oh,” she gushed hotly. “Oh, yes!” Blake no longer cared if Amber spoke her pleasure aloud. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to hear her scream it! As his orgasm spouted into Amber’s hot interior, Blake didn’t give a fuck about anything. He knew that he was filling her up with life giving sperm, possibly impregnating his own offspring, but he didn’t care. He was so sick and fucking tired of thinking.
Blake’s high manic state was almost immediately replaced with immeasurably guilt after he came. Pushing out of Amber’s sex cavity as though it were made of hot coals, he put a hand to his mouth, gagging with the awareness of what he had just done. Uncaring of his nudity, Blake bolted from the tent. Standing nude before a quieted campground, Blake finally realized what had been alluding him, and he began projectile vomiting. He finally knew what he wanted to do, what was stirring all of his anxiety. He knew now that dusk represented death, and Blake didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to grow old. He didn’t want to admit the truth – that he was no longer young. While his horny little girl Amber had screwed him out of desperation for cock, he had screwed Amber for an even sicker reason. He wanted her youth! He wanted to be those teenagers in the neighboring tent! He wanted it so badly he screwed his daughter for a virtual taste of it!
He also understood why he despised Amber’s teachers. It wasn’t only because of their Pollyannaish views of the world; it was because they had managed to hold onto something that Blake had lost somewhere along the way. Time had aged his mind, dried up his soul as he became an adult, capable of seeing and accepting painful truths. Those instructors, they weren’t hampered by the bleak realities of adulthood. Although they were aged in birthday years, they were children still. Blake wanted that. But, after screwing his daughter, he knew he could never have it again. It wasn’t in him. Oh, God, it wasn’t in him! And, because it wasn’t in him, he needed to erase the memory of what had just transpired. Oh, God, he had screwed his flesh and blood, his beautiful Amber!
“Dad,” Amber whispered sternly, standing above Blake. “Get up! You can’t be out here like this! For pity’s sake, it was only sex!”
“You’ll hate me for it in a few years, Amber,” Blake lamented, following his daughter back inside the tent. “You’ll become estranged from me. I’ll lose you!”
“If you say so,” Amber returned. “All I know right now is that you rocked my world. I never came half that much before!” She lay down.
“Don’t get too cozy,” Blake said, shakily gathering up their possessions from inside the tent. “We’re leaving.”
“Now?” Amber asked ridiculously. “In the middle of the night?”
“Yes,” Blake emphatically replied. “We need to bail out before morning comes. I don’t want to be here just in case someone overheard us. And, Amber?”
“Yes?”
“What happens in western New York, stays in western New York.”

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Fantasm

Tristan

Hot rape scene, if you dont want to read The scenes before sex just skip down to sex. Appreciate all comments, especially the ones with your thoughts abou writing style.

Fantasy

The Weekend – Day One

Hi all. This is my first attempt at a sex story, so any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Personally, I would like to know how you found this story, what you think I should include and exclude, what you think I should do more of and less of and how you feel the storyline should go.
I want to develop this into a trilogy, spanning over three days; Friday, Saturday and Sunday, hence the name.

True Story

The Sex Shop – story 16

Firstly, my name is Lucy and I’m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32b breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. I didn’t find it difficult to get guys. They just came to me and I had difficulty saying no. Young, old, good looking, ugly, thin or fat. If they had a dick I needed it inside me.
I’d been working at the brothel for a little more than four months and I was still fucking Faith’s Dad whenever he came to London for business. But there were some days when that just wasn’t enough. I hadn’t worked for three days and it was mid week, which basically meant I hadn’t fucked for three days. I know that that doesn’t sound like a very long time to go without, but for me, a girl who needs to be fucked or finger fucked (at the very least) on a daily basis it felt like an eternity.
It was periods like this that I felt unsure of myself. Days when I knew I’d have difficulty in controlling my urges and I’d do something stupid like fuck a stranger in an alleyway or go into a bar I hadn’t been in before, wait till a guy tried to chat me up and then ask him to take me somewhere and fuck me. Often that would be in the toilets of said bar, the back seat of a car, behind some bushes or on one occasion bent over a wheelie bin.
My heart was pounding in my chest and it felt like my blood was boiling inside me. I checked out guys walking past me in the street wondering how it’d feel to have them inside me. My knickers were soaking wet as I turned the corner and felt a wave of relief. There was a sex shop on the corner. I remembered seeing it before but I’d never been in. I’d been to a few sex shops before and I knew a lot of them had cabins where you could pay to watch porn. I had a vibrator in my bag so at the very least I thought I could get myself off before continuing on my mission to do some grocery shopping.
I walked straight into the shop without looking around outside and closed the door behind me. I surveyed the shop. There was one guy I could see checking out some DVDs. He was maybe 55. I walked past him and looked at the title. ‘Daddy does teen’.
I walked to the counter. There was a younger guy, maybe 30 behind it. He looked up at me and smiled.
“We don’t get a lot of women in here,” he said. “Especially women who look like you.”
I smiled. “Thanks. Eemm, do you have cabins here?’ I asked.
“To watch films?. No, sorry. We have a porn cinema down stairs. But there are normally a few guys down there wanking themselves off.”
“That’s ok,” I replied. “How much is it?”
“Normally it’s £10, but you can just go down if you want,” he smiled.
He pointed out the stairwell and I started towards it. He called me back before I got there. The old guy looking at the DVDs left the shop and we waited for the door to close. “You know, if you go through the door on the left there’s a glory hole.”
He smiled at me. “If you want.” He added.
I looked around. “There’s no one here.”
“Someone walks in every 5 minutes around here.” He held up his hands and added, “ it’s up to you.”
I turned and walked away towards the stairs, but the idea of doing a glory hole was making me wet. Just before I reached the stairs I changed direction and went through the door. I was inside a small closet, with just enough room for a stool. I sat in front of the stool and looked directly into a dark hole. I sat and waited for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes.
I was a little scared and excited. I hitched my skirt around my legs pulled my panties off. I sat back down on the cold stool and played with my clit. Suddenly a dim light came on on the other side of the hole. I looked through but all I could see in front of me was a pair of jeans so I pulled my head away and waited. I knew the guy behind the counter was wearing shorts and so I wondered who was on the other side of the hole.
I semi-hard cock poked through the hole. It was big and black even semi-hard. I wrapped my fingers around it and massaged it to full erection while the voice on the other side moaned. I took the cock in my mouth and licked the tip. I spat on his cock and rubbed my saliva up and down before deep throating him as best I could with the wall pressed against my head. I rubbed my clit as my head bounced up and down on his cock sucking and licking while massaging the base with my hand. I heard him moan and thrust his cock forward as much as he could.
“Suck it slut. Suck my big black cock like a good little whore,” he shouted.
I wanked and sucked him harder, egged on by his filthy mouth.
“Harder slut.”
Then I felt it. His hot sticky, salty spunk striking the back of my throat and coating my tongue.
“Drink my cum you filthy bitch.”
I swallowed as fast as I could, but rope after rope splashed out of his japs eyes. I chocked and pulled away as the last squirt struck my lips. I caught my breath and licked his black cock clean.
When he pulled his cock back through the hole I stood up and pulled my skirt down. I picked up my knickers, wiped the cum off my face and then I slipped them into my handbag and turned to leave. That’s when another cock came through the hole. It was big and white and attached to grey pubes. I couldn’t go without giving the old guy a day to remember so I sat back down. I drank the old guys cum, then another three guys after that before I opened the door and left.
I looked around the shop, the guy was still standing behind the counter. He gave me a dirty smile and I wondered if I drunk his cum. The though that I might have, got my pussy tingling. The idea that I might have let him cum in my mouth but I didn’t know if I had or not was exciting. So much so, even with five different loads of cum in my stomach, I was hornier than when I walked into the shop.
I smiled back at the guy behind the counter and went down the stairs. I could hear the sounds of fucking coming up the stairs. It was obviously a porn film. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. There was a guy stood I front of me. His back towards me looking at the film on the big screen. I walked up behind him. With the noise of the film he didn’t hear me or see me. He was lent against the left wall of the passage and I could see that he was rubbing his cock as fast as he could.
I stepped up beside him; lent my stomach against his right side and looked at him. He was a shocked to see me standing there so I reached out and grabbed his cock knocking his hand away. I wanked him hard and fast and his left hand went for my tits. Pushing inside my red v neck t-shirt he squeezed them hard. His right hard went around me, found the hem of my skirt and inched it up around my waist. He pushed and finger up my arse and a moaned.
I looked across, from right to left. There were maybe thirty seats. Three older guys sat, watching the film slowly rubbing there cock. Then I noticed the fourth, just a half meter away to my right. His left had reached out and rubbed up the inside of my legs until he found my pussy and massaged my clit with his fingers.
Suddenly the guy standing in front of me moaned and his cum flew from his cock as I continued to rub it frantically. His spunk coating the aisle between the two sides of the cinema. He turned away and almost ran back toward the stairs.
I felt a pair of hands around my waist. “Cum here bitch,” he said and pulled me down into the seat. My back pressed against his stomach. I dropped on top of his cock.
“Wait,” I moaned.
“Shut the fuck up. The only reason a girl like you comes to a place like this is to get fucked. So stop fidgeting and let me get my cock in you.”
I stopped moving and I felt him directing his hard cock towards my pussy. But before I could do anything he used all his strength to pull me tightly against him, thrusting his hard cock straight up into my arse.
I screamed out in pain. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. And yet it felt so good to have this stranger inside me. Then I noticed the other three men in the cinema. All looking at me, alerted by my scream.
The guy with his dick in my arse signalled for them to come over. They all stood in at the same time and walked towards us, there cocks out.
When they stopped in front of me the guy behind me said. “This filthy slut came to get gang fucked. Help me get her cloths off.”
The guys in front of me pulled at my t-shirt, pulling it over my head leaving me just wearing my red bra. With each movement I rode up and down on the cock in my arse. Feeling it ripping the flesh inside me each time he tried to thrust up inside me. He unclipped my bra and suddenly my tits were out in the low light.
One of the guys must have been close because he stepped up and shot his cum on to my tits before directing his cock into my mouth so I could suck it clean. He buttoned up his trousers and left.
When he was gone one of the others said “What a waist. I’m going to cum in her cunt.”
He quickly pulled his trousers off and climbed into a position in front of me. With some manoeuvring of my little body his slowly pushed his big fat cock into my tiny little cunt stretching it wide.
I lent back as they lifted my legs over the seat in front. I was now sandwiched between these two strangers and with each hard thrust of a cock in my cunt my body lifted off the cock in my arse and then dropped back down onto it as the guy in front pulled his cock from my cunt.
He fucked my cunt harder and faster forcing my arse up and down on the second cock filling me.
“Ahhhh,” I creid. “Don’t stop. Fuck me harder. Please,” I begged.
I could feel tears running down my face as the road me like a cheap slut. “I feel like a real slut,” I moaned. “I’m a whore,” I creid out.
“You’re a fucking filthy slag,” the guy behind me shouted.
“I’m cumming,” they shouted in unison and I felt a hot stream of spunk flow into my arse. A second later a second thick load of cum filled me cunt.
“She a fucking cum filled slag is what she is,” the other said as his cock dropped from my cunt.
I screamed out loud as I orgasmed. My arse clamped down on the cock inside it and my pussy lips vibrated as cum dripped out of it. Everything went white for a second and then they tipped me onto the floor in the aisle. Stood up and started to get dressed.
The final guy, the only one who hadn’t cum looked down at me on the floor. His cock was out and hard. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs for him. It didn’t seem fair to let every guy here either fuck m of cum on me and leave him unsatisfied.
He dropped down on top of me positioned his dick at the opening to my cunt and pushed his old cock inside me. He was easily the oldest guy here, 65, maybe a little older. I was surprised my the force he used to drive his cock inside me and pull it out again before fucking me rigorously. He breathed heavily as he thrust away.
I cried out as I came again.
“Fuck her old timer,” one of the guys said.
“Yes, fuck that young cunt,’ the other shouted and then they walked away.
“Call me Granddad,” he mumbled into my ear as he continued to thrust his hips, ploughing his dick into my cunt.
“Fuck me Granddad, please,” I begged. “Make me cum Granddad.”
I moaned as he fucked me. “I’m cumming,” I screamed; arched my back and tipped my head back I let out the loudest scream as I came for the final time.
Then I felt my pussy filling with hot spunk as the old man collapsed on top of me. “Thank you little girl.”
“That’s’ ok Granddad. You made me cum.”
He smiled at me before climbing to his feet and putting his cock away. He left without saying another word. I slowly got dressed and made my way up the stairs. When I arrived at the top I could see it was dark outside.
“I’m just closing up,” the cashier said.
“So much for getting some shopping done,” I said.
“Do you want to go for a drink?” he asked.
“A drink or do you want to fuck me?” I asked.
“Ok, I want to fuck you,” he replied. “But you look exhausted.”
“How about we get a drink,” I smiled, “then you can take me back to your place. Then I can take a shower before you take your turn,” I replied.
“As long as I get to fuck you tonight,” he smiled.
“You can fuck me all night. I think I’ll be too tired to go home by the time you’ve finished with me.”
He grabbed his coat and keys from the table. “Let’s go,” he said and grabbed a DVD from behind the bar.
“Where we going to get a drink,” I enquired.
“My place,’ he smiled.
“So much for giving me the time to get some rest.”
“Don’t worry, I got us a film to watch.”
I looked at the title ‘teenage gangbang’ and smiled.

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My Nightmare

This is my my first time writing a story hope every one likes it! My Nightmare started when I got off of work early. Two guys attacked me and I was saved by a nice guy or so I thought he was nice but I didn’t know what nightmare he had planned for me.

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3 Evil Sister-Part 7

3 Evil Sisters-Part 7Introduction: (I’m not SomeStory. This isn’t his/her account and I haven’t spoken to SomeStory at all. This is an unauthorized continuation of the Evil Sisters stories. Like a lot of you, I really enjoyed the stories and thought they deserved an ending. Hopefully, this first try at continuing the series will live up to the standards of SomeStory’s work. If it doesn’t, I won’t continue making more parts, but if you guys like it, I’ll try to do at least a couple more parts to finish the story off. I’d love to hear whatever feedback you guys have to give, but try not to troll. Remember, I’m just trying to help out the other fans that were frustrated by SomeStory disappearing.)
Mom was back.
“Shit.” I hissed. I looked at my sisters. “Get it together! Pick everything up!” I ordered them, then I headed outside, hoping to stall Mom long enough for Ashley and Riley to calm down and pull themselves out of each others’ hair. As I walked up to Mom’s car, I could see her bent over the trunk, her navy-blue skirt hugging her hips as she pulled out her luggage.
“Hey!” I called out as I reached the car. “Let me help you, Mom!” She stood up and smiled at me.
“Max! Come give me a hug!” She opened her arms as I walked up, then wrapped them around me and pressed me against her. “You’ve gotten so tall!” She said as she tightened her arms around me. She was warm and I could feel her breasts through her blouse. They were as big as Izzy’s, maybe bigger, and that was saying something. I’d never thought about them before, but after everything that had happened, I felt myself getting hard, so I cut the hug short.
“Let me get these for you.” I told her as I looked in the trunk. Her red roller bag was already on the driveway, and her purse was sitting by her feet, but her other two bags were still in the trunk. I picked up the first one and grunted as I heaved it out of the trunk. It was so heavy I could’ve sworn she was transporting bricks. After setting it down, I went to grab the other one when Izzy called out,
“Mom! We didn’t know you were coming back!” I pulled the other bag out and set it down in time to watch Mom give Izzy a hug.
“I didn’t either! They cancelled the conference at the last minute, so I suddenly had five days off and I wanted to see you guys. I took the first flight out of Ontario. Where are your sisters?”
“Oh… um,” Izzy stalled for a second. “They’re cleaning.”
“Riiight. Should I expect a major pigsty? You three always make your brother do all the cleaning and poor Max can only do so much.”
“Wha?!” Izzy replied, startled. Mom smirked at her and gave me a wink.
“Actually, they’ve been helping me out a lot.” I said, looking at Mom. “Izzy dusted and Riley and Ashley vacuumed and helped me cook.”
“Really?” Mom cocked an eyebrow at Izzy, then looked back at me. “What’d you do- black mail them?” Izzy and I looked at each other nervously, then Mom started laughing. “Come on. Let’s go find them.” She picked up her purse and pulled the handle out of the red roller bag, then started walking towards the house. Izzy and I looked at each other again, then let out a sigh of relief. Mom had a wicked sense of humor and she liked to mess with your mind. Combined with her innate mother knowledge, she always left me feeling like she knew more than she let on.
I tried to give Izzy the lighter bag to carry, but she could see how heavy the other one was, so she took it from me and hefted it onto her shoulder, then we followed Mom inside. I hoped that Izzy had gotten Ashley and Riley to calm down, but from the way they’d been going at it, I was ready to find blood on the floor. Instead, when we walked in the door, the two of them were standing next to each other. Riley had her blanket folded under her arms and Ashley had her arm around Riley’s waist. They were smiling and chatting with Mom. When she heard us come in behind her, Mom turned and looked at us.
“Movie night on a weeknight, Izzy? You must’ve gotten soft while I was gone.” Mom said to Izzy as my oldest sister set the black bag of bricks on the floor.
“I just, uh, thought everyone needed a little pick me up. Max and Riley were sick earlier this week-” That was true according to the school records at least. “-and Ashley’s been having a hard time.”
“You do look a little worn out, Darling. What’s been the matter?” We looked at Ashley, but she just looked down at her feet. Mom looked at Izzy and I, but we didn’t know either, so we stayed quiet.
“Actually, Ashley and I were just discussing that when Max saw you pull into the driveway.” Riley said, jumping into the conversation. I’d never been so glad that at least one of my sisters had a brain in her head.
“Why don’t we all sit down and talk about it? You’re all home and I wanted us to all spend some time together.”
“Sure, Mom. Max and I will take your bags up to your room and Ashley and Riley can get you something to eat.” Izzy said, tapping me on the shoulder.
“Hahaha. No, I remember the last time you girls tried to cook for me. I’ll be okay with the pizza I’m sure you just stuffed in the fridge. I can still smell it. If you’ll make me a glass of water, Max, your sisters can take the bags up.” We quickly fell to our assigned tasks as Mom sank down on the couch, worn out from her flight. I pulled the pizza box out of the the fridge where Riley or Ashley had stuffed it and put a piece on a plate. After dropping some ice in a clean glass and filling it, I walked back into the living room, handed Mom the glass, and set the plate on the table. I sat down next to her, and she took a sip of water, then a bite of pizza.
“Max, how much pizza have you guys eaten lately?” Mom asked, covering her mouth as she chewed and giving me her sorcerer’s all knowing stare, like my eyes were two crystal balls that she could see everything in. I grinned nervously, then the girls came back down, sparing me from having to answer.
Riley snatched the spot next to me so fast, I couldn’t believe that Mom didn’t notice something odd, but she was too fixated on her pizza. Izzy pulled up the big chair to where she was facing us and Ashley turned the love seat. Once we were all sitting and Mom had finished her slice of pizza, she took another sip of water, then started talking.
“So, what’s been the matter, Baby?” She asked, looking at Ashley. Ashley’s face fell and she glanced down at the ground before looking back up.
“It’s just a boy thing.” She grumbled.
“What kind of a boy thing?”
“Well, the guy I’m dating, he kind of… he cheated on me…”
“I’m sorry, Baby! That’s awful.”
“… and there’s this other guy. He was really nice to me and I think I like him a lot-” Riley snorted next to me and made a little sound of disapproval. “-but I think I messed everything up with him.”
“Why don’t you break up with your boyfriend and talk to the other guy?” Mom said sympathetically. “I’m sure if you apologize, he’ll forgive you.”
“I don’t think so. I, uh, he…”
“She cheated on him with her boyfriend.” Riley spat, reverting to the angry state she’d been in a few minutes earlier. I thought Ashley would scream back at her, but she just tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stared at her hands.
“Hm. Well, I don’t know if I’d forgive someone who cheated on me either, but you never know until you ask, Ashley. Max, you’re the only boy here. What would you do if a girl cheated on you, then wanted to go out later?” Mom looked at me with such a weird look that I couldn’t tell if she understood everything already, which should’ve been impossible, or if she was just feeling bad for Ashley.
I looked around the room and saw everyone’s eyes were glued to me. Riley looked like she wanted me to tell Ashley that I’d tell her to fuck off. Izzy was hard to read, I could see a little of Riley’s anger her eyes, but she’d been where Ashley was. I think she felt bad for her- if Izzy could even muster up that much empathy for another human being. And Ashley… Ashley was hard to look at. Her eyes were glistening with tears and you could see she was already getting choked up. I closed my eyes for a moment and rubbed my hands over my face, then I looked back at Ashley.
“You have to start by apologizing.” I said firmly. “I think if this guy really likes you, anything’s possible, but it may take a long time before he trusts you again. I don’t know for sure if he can forgive you, it sounds like you really hurt him, but I guess you’ll never know unless you try.” I stopped talking and looked at Ashley. She was really crying now and she covered her mouth with her hand before nodding at me. Riley gave me a look that didn’t exactly say she was pleased, but I didn’t think she was angry either.
“Come here, Baby.” Mom said and Ashley stumbled over for Mom to pull her in for a hug. She laid her head on Mom’s shoulder and cried. After a few seconds, Mom looked at me and asked me if I’d bring the lighter black bag back down. I went up and lugged it down, then she told me to open it. At first, it looked like it was full of her underwear, there were tops and bottoms, and I shot her a surprised, half-horrified look before I noticed that the tags were still on everything. They were swimsuits. There was even a pair of shorts for me in there.
“The black one is for Izzy, Riley has blue, Ashley’s is yellow, and I think you’re smart enough to figure out which one’s yours.” Mom said with a grin.
“This one?” I asked, holding up the black bikini bottom that went with Izzy’s outfit. Everyone giggled, then I tossed Izzy her bottom and a black top with orange flames on it. I handed Ashley and Riley theirs, then grabbed my suit and sat back down between Riley and Mom.
“It’s your birthday tomorrow, Riley. Since you have school, I thought we’d just go out to wherever you wanted to eat for dinner, but Saturday, I was wondering if the four of you wanted to drive up to Water World and we’d stay there over night. Would you like to do that for your birthday, Riley?”
“Um, yeah! Yeah, that’d be awesome, Mom! We can all go.” Riley said and squeezed my thigh just above the knee. “I’ll just have to get my homework done after school tomorrow.”
“Great! And I have something else for you in the other bag.”
“Is it a bowling ball?” Izzy cut in. It seemed like a good guess to me.
“Don’t get sassy with me, Isabella. I remember one Christmas where you just had to have the single biggest, most humongous Goth-Girl playhouse I’d ever laid eyes on. Ah- AHHH.” Mom suddenly yawned. “I was going to have you try on your swimsuits for me, but I think it’s getting too tired and I’m still late…” Mom cut herself off as the four of us snickered and shot each other looks. “I mean, it’s late, I’m tired, and I had no idea I’d managed to raise four smart asses. Max, if you don’t mind washing up, I think I’m heading to bed.”
“I’ll take care of it.” Ashley said suddenly, getting up to take Mom’s plate and glass for her. Mom thanked her and came by to hug each of us, then she stumbled upstairs. After we heard her door shut, Izzy, Riley, and I relaxed. Izzy yawned as well and told us she was going up to get ready for bed too. I heard the faucet running in the kitchen which meant Ashley was washing dishes. Finally alone, Riley turned to me and before I could say or do a thing, she lifted her head, tilted her chin up, and pressed her lips against mine. My lips parted and I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. I kissed her back and wrapped my hand around her waist as she laid her hands on my chest, pressing me against the couch. The kiss was so different from the ones I’d had before. There was lust, but there was something else too. When we finally broke apart, Riley leaned forward until her body was almost touching mine and her lips were just a few inches away from my ear, then she whispered,
“I’m going to get ready for bed too.” But from the way she said it, I was betting it wasn’t her bed that she was getting ready for. As she pulled back, I stared into her eyes and they were pretty, I couldn’t stop myself. I pressed my lips against hers and started kissing her like crazy. She let out an aroused sigh, then I grabbed her chest, feeling her breasts through her tank top. I ran my thumbs over her nipples. They were already stiff and I could see them poking up under her top.
“Max!” She moaned in my mouth and I pulled back. I didn’t want Ashley hearing us. When I looked at Riley again, she gave me a sultry stare, her eyes filled with lust. She was breathing heavily, the breaths coming in and out of her parted lips, but she managed to control herself. “I’ll see you upstairs.” She smiled at me, then turned and headed upstairs.
I heard the faucet in the kitchen cut off, so I walked over to check on Ashley. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but she was still my sister and I wanted to make sure she was alright. When I walked in, her face was looking down at a plate as she dried it off, her long, brown hair hanging forwards like silky curtains. When she heard me, she turned and I could tell she’d been crying, but not as much as before. There was still a tear on her cheek and I walked up to her and brushed it off with my thumb. I looked at Ashley and she looked back into my eyes with her green eyes shining. Suddenly, I realized how close I was to her and took a step back.
“Are you okay?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah. Did you…” She swallowed. “Did you mean what you said before, that you might be able to forgive me?”
“I don’t know… maybe…” I looked back up at her and she turned to put the plate she was holding in the dishwasher, then she looked at me again.
“Thank you, Max.” She whispered, then she kissed me on the cheek. Her lips felt so soft, almost like two small rose petals. When she pulled back, she looked so sad and so beautiful, I almost kissed her right there, but before I could, Ashley whispered good night, then turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the kitchen with my fingers pressed against the spot where that she’d kissed.
A few minutes later, I was in my room. I’d pulled off my clothes and was just changing into a fresh pair of boxers. They were about two thirds of the way up my legs when I felt the breeze from my door opening blow across my body.
“What are you doing that for?” Riley asked as she walked in and shut the door behind her. At first, I thought she was being funny, but when she walked towards me, I saw the look in her eyes and realized just how serious she was being. Her long, blonde hair fell behind her shoulders and all she had on was a nightie that I could see right through. It was incredibly sexy and innocent at the same time. She walked up to me and laid her hands on my chest. I let my boxers fall to the floor as I reached up and caressed her body, feeling her narrow waist flow into her hips, then around to her perfect, tight ass. I reached around and squeezed it, eliciting a moan from Riley. Wanting to hear more, I craned my neck to the side and brought my lips just below Riley’s jaw line. I ran my tongue along her skin, then started planting kisses down her neck. She let out little sighs of arousement as my tongue slid along her skin. When I reached where her neck met her shoulder, I sucked down hard on her, almost biting her.
“Unh!” She moaned, her arms writhing around my body, clutching at my shoulders. I switched sides and started sucking on the other side of her throat. At the same time, I let one hand continue kneading her ass while my other snaked its way under her nightie, up her body, and onto her breast. It felt so warm and soft in my hand, but firm at the same time and her nipple was already stiff. I ran my thumb over it and Riley made another noise. I knew she was only going to get louder, so I pressed my lips to hers and drove my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues wrestled as our hands caressed and squeezed one another’s body. Her perfect, C-cup tits felt so good in my hands, but I wanted more. I pulled the straps of her nightie off her shoulders and Riley wiggled back and forth until her nightie fell to the floor beside my boxers, then I brought my lips down to her chest and starting sucking on her tit. Riley let out a soft moan that turned into a shriek of pleasure when I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.
“Max… Maaax…” She moaned, then she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my rock hard cock. Taking the hint, I let my one of my other hands trail down her body until it brushed across her pubic hair. I felt her whole body shudder and Riley squeezed my cock, making me grunt. Sliding a finger along her slit, I almost pulled back in surprise. I’d expected her to be wet, but she was practically flooded. I brought my lips away from breast and looked down.
“Oh my god… Riley…” I whispered, awestruck. Her cum was running down her legs she was so wet.
“Please, Max, don’t stop. I want this… I want you so badly.”
“Then would you like me do this?” Before Riley could say a word, I crouched down and brought my mouth up to her lower lips. I stopped to smell her and the aroma was so arousing my cock twitched as I took in the fragrance of my beautiful sister’s cum. Then I licked from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. RIley moaned and I took that as permission to keep going. Finding her clit, I rubbed my fingers back and forth against it, making Riley squirm with pleasure. Once the tips of my fingers were glistening and wet, I let my tongue take over, flicking it back and forth across her clit. The taste of her cum was so overpowering I almost threw her down on the ground and took her right then.
As my tongue went to work, Riley started bucking with every wave of pleasure I sent racing from her clit, so I grabbed her ass with one hand and held her still, pressing her cunt against my lips. With my other hand, I let one of my cum coated fingers slide down her slit until it reached her entrance, then I pushed inside of Riley, feeling the warm wetness of her insides envelope my finger.
“Ohh!” Riley groaned, digging her fingers into my hair. Pulling out, I slid two fingers into her and started pumping in and out of my sister as my tongue kept working on her clit. “Oh, god, Max! Yes! More! More!” Riley yelled. Her wish was my command. I curled my fingers in, brushing them against her g-spot, and at the same time, I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed it between my lips.
“UNH! YES!” Riley screamed, barely keeping her voice low enough to not wake the others. As I felt Riley’s body buck harder and harder, I picked up the pace of my finger thrusting, then finally left them inside her and fluttered them against her g-spot, driving her wild. “Max, I- I think I’m gonna…” I pressed her clit between lips again. “Unh… don’t … st-stop… oh, I’m- ” I stopped. I held my finger still and brought my lips away from her clit. “W-Why?” She asked, looking down, then I attacked twice as hard as before. I pumped my fingers in out of my sister so fast they were a blur, driving straight into her g-spot. I was almost drinking her cum at this point, she was so wet, and her clit was a little pleasure button my tongue couldn’t taste enough of. “YES! Make me cum, Max! Make me cum for you!” I thrust in and out of her as fast as I could and if not for my hand on her ass, I think Riley would have crumpled to the floor. “Oh, GOD! Yes, Max, yes! Unh- c-CUMMING! I’m CUMMING!” Riley’s body went wild, humping my hand and I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers as she came. She was gripping my fingers so tight, I couldn’t even move, but I kept my tongue flicking across her clit, making her orgasm last as long as possible.
When her orgasm finally died away, Riley’s legs went weak and I barely got her to my bed. “Oh my god, Max. That was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.” Riley panted, out of breath. I was pretty out of breath myself, but if I thought I was getting a break, I was dead wrong. Riley pulled me onto the bed beside her and wrapped her arms around me, running her hands through my hair as we made out. I ran my hand through her hair as well and pushed my cock between her legs with my other hand, letting it rub against her sopping wet pussy. She was so wet and hot it almost felt like being inside her.
“Riley, I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you!” I moaned as she ran her tongue along neck, her thighs squeezing my cock against her pussy.
“N-not on here.” She managed to tell me.
“What? Why not?”
“Not where she’s been.”
“Where then?”
“Stand up.” I got off the bed and stood up and Riley grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the wall. Standing with her back against it, she spread her legs. She took my rock hard cock, slippery wet with her cum, and guided it between her legs. When my head was pressing at her entrance, she wrapped her arms around me and I kissed her as I pressed into her.
“OHHHH!” We moaned together as our bodies became one. Her pussy was so tight, it was unbelievable. As I pulled out, I could barely manage to bring my hips back, it felt like her pussy was sucking me into her. Then, just as I had filled her back up, Riley almost leapt into the air and threw her legs around me. I grabbed her ass, holding her in the air. With her back against the wall, she was light enough that it wasn’t too hard to keep her up. I pulled out, then thrust into her again.
“Unh. Fuck me, Max. I need you to fuck me.” Riley moaned. I started thrusting into Riley, meaning to go slow at first, but her pussy was so tight and hot that I couldn’t help speeding up. It was like it was sucking me in. Her ass felt so good in my hands and I could watch her tits bounce every time I pushed into her. “Yes, Max! Harder!” Riley yelled and I started pounding my sister as hard I could. She started screaming at the top of her legs and I clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her as she kept screaming from our fucking. When she stopped screaming, I grabbed her ass with both hands again and Riley groaned out, “Oh, you own me, MAX!”
Hearing her say that was so sexy, I almost blew my load right there. I started thrusting faster and faster, our bodies making wet, slapping sounds every time we came together. “R-riley, I’m getting close.” I said as I felt my balls beginning to tingle.
“Cum inside me! Fill me up!”
“No, I want to… cum together!” I yelled, then I angled my hips under Riley and took her hips in my hands. Guiding her body, I rubbed her clit against me as I kept thrusting into her as hard as I could.
“Ohmygod… ohmygod…” Riley panted as her back arched against the wall. Her cunt tightened around my cock, milking it and sending me over the edge.
“I’M CUMMING!” I yelled and Riley screamed out at the same time as her orgasm erupted. I felt my cum exploding out of me, shooting into her as her pussy milked my cock, rippling as Riley came, her body shaking on top of me. It seemed like our orgasm would never stop as I shot fifteen, sixteen, seventeen ropes of cum into her and her pussy kept drinking it all in.
Finally, our orgasms subsided and my legs gave out, exhausted from the strain of holding Riley up and thrusting into her. We slid down until I was laying on the floor and Riley was on top of me, my deflating dick still inside of her, then Riley flopped down on top of my body, her head resting on my chest. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I barely had the energy to speak.
“That was incredible…” I said dreamily.
“Mhmm…” Riley hummed. “I love touching you.” She cooed, rubbing her body against mine. “-ove you…” She mumbled, her eyes shutting.
“Come on. We should at least get in bed.”
“Uh-uh.” Riley replied cutely, almost falling asleep. Somehow, I got her to stand up and slip her nightie back on, then I finally pulled on my boxers before turning off the light and sliding into bed next to her. “Max, look.” Riley said, closing her eyes and pointing to my digital clock. It was twelve o’one. I smiled down at Riley, then gave her a gentle kiss.
“Happy birthday, Riley.” I whispered, then I snuggled down next to her, my body pressed against hers, my cock nestled between her ass cheeks, and my arms folded around her. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
The next thing I knew, I was blinking up in the darkness. I thought that I’d just woken up before I needed to, but then I felt Riley move next to me.
“Max, are you awake?” She asked, laying her hand on my shoulder.
“..nnn…” Was all I managed to get out. I shut my eyes and was falling back asleep when I heard something like a sob from Riley. I blinked my eyes open and looked at my sister. In the dark, I could make out the outline of her sitting up, crying.
“Riley, what’s the matter?” I asked as I sat up, stealing a glance at my clock- three fourteen… wonderful.
“I- I’m sorry, Max.”
“It’s okay. I’d rather be awake than be asleep and not help.”
“No, I mean, I’m sorry about everything. I’ve been so shitty to you. I always call you names and… and I insult you all the time, call you stupid.” I wrapped my arms around the blanket over my knees and looked at Riley’s silhouette.
“Well, I do have two D’s at the moment.” I said, trying to make her feel a little better.
“Yeah, because we make you do everything. We fuck everything up for you. You’re not stupid, Max… you’ve never been stupid.”
“No, I really do suck at Math… and Science isn’t exactly my strongest point either.”
“…those are what I’m good at… I should’ve been the one to help you. I’m your big sister. I’m supposed to help you with your homework, not insult you for every problem you get wrong.”
“Well, I mean, why do you then?”
“Because you’re really not stupid.”
“What?”
“I mean, you’re really not stupid. You’re smart. Smarter than me.”
“Hah!” I laughed, a little louder than I meant to. “You were in the ninety fifth percentile for the SATs. You get all A’s. There’s no way I’m smarter than you.”
“Max, most kids would be failing if they went through what we put you through. And you’re good at English and History and you can draw so well… I can’t do anything like that.”
“Riley, is my drawing what’s making you sad? Or my grades? If you’ll help me study, I can do better.”
“No… I mean, yes, I mean… Max, have you ever wondered why you’re the only guy I don’t feel weird touching… or being touched by?”
“When I was little, I just thought you liked torturing me. I thought you liked laying on top of me to pick on me. But yeah, the other night, Izzy and I were talking about it. Why is that?”
“I don’t know…” Riley said quietly. “It was never one thing. I just remember you being born and we were all so happy. I mean, I was barely old enough to remember, but I do. I remember holding you in my arms and thinking you were so heavy for a little baby. Izzy and Ashley were happy too, if you can believe that… and Dad. He thought having a son was right up there with landing a man on the moon or winning the Super Bowl.”
“…so what happened?” I asked.
“Like Izzy said, Dad died and Mom had to go away and everything fell on Izzy. She had shit happen to her and some of it was her fault, but most of it wasn’t. She took it out on you and I guess Ashley and I just followed along. I thought it was okay.”
“Yeah, but after you were about nine, that doesn’t cut it.” I shot back, a little angry. Riley was plenty smart enough to have figured out it wasn’t okay to torture me.
“I know… I know it doesn’t. It’s just, guys have always liked me… ever since I was about eleven, they started putting their hands all over me and without Dad, I never felt safe. I didn’t like them touching me and the more they did it, the less I could stand it. And I watched the guys that Izzy was around and I didn’t like them touching her either. It was like they didn’t care about her at all. They just wanted her body and when guys touched me, I felt the same way. But touching you… it always felt okay, you felt clean… safe.”
“So why couldn’t you be the nice sister?” I asked, caught somewhere between feeling grumpy and touched.
“After Izzy taught me about masturbating… even before that… you were kind of the only guy I ever thought about. I mean, sometimes I could imagine a guy up and pretend I felt okay with him touching me, but mostly it was you. And you were still just a little kid, but I had a pretty good imagination and I thought about you getting older and when you finally did… I could barely control myself. I had to make myself hate you or I thought I’d… I’d do something like we just did.”
“Have sex?”
“Make love. I… I know you I love you, Max. I’ve always loved you… even when I was being shitty to you, but I… I’ve started feeling something else. Do you know what I mean?” I felt my cheeks blushing in the darkness. Was Riley really saying what I thought she was saying? Then it hit me. I’d heard shit like this before. Izzy and Ashley had both told me whatever I wanted to hear and then it’d turned out to be a bunch of lies. I wasn’t getting fooled this time.
“You’re lying.” I tightened my grip around my knees. “You’re just going to use me like-” I was suddenly cut off by Riley’s lips pressed against mine, the tips of her fingers resting under my chin as her other hand rested on my cheek. My heart started beating like crazy and my face felt like it was burning. Riley opened her mouth and her tongue slid past my lips, but she didn’t just thrust it into my mouth. It was almost like… I didn’t even know. No one had ever kissed me like that before. I ran my fingers through her hair and we fell back against the bed. When we finally separated, I looked right into Riley’s face, just a inches away, and I could see her eyes glinting in the dark.
“I’m in love with you, Max.” She said the words quietly, but with conviction.
“Is this the part where you tell me that all you want for your birthday is me?” I asked cheekily. I thought I could see her smile in the darkness.
“No, I’m going to give you something for my birthday. All the love you should’ve had every day of your life. I want to be the sister you deserve… and maybe a little more… a lot more… if you’ll let me.” Riley pressed her lips against mine again and we started making out for real this time. As we kissed, I let my hands come up to fondle her chest and she snaked her hand down around my cock. Within a few seconds, I was hard again.
“Riley, we shouldn’t… We’ve got school in the morning.” I groaned as she squeezed me.
“We’re already going to feel like shit when we wake up. Here, maybe this will help convince you.” Riley grabbed the waistband of my boxers and slid them down after I lifted my hips. Then she threw her legs over my body, leaving her perfect ass spread a few inches from my face. I felt her tits brush my body as she tilted my cock back, then I felt her mouth wrap around my cock.
“Unh. Riley…” She bobbed her head up and down a few times, then pulled off and looked back at me. “Um, I’ve never done this before… so I’m sorry if it’s not the best.”
“You’re doing great.” I replied breathlessly. “And besides, you’re smart. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” I continued wittily. Then I could’ve sworn she put me in her pussy. It felt so much like pushing inside it was incredible, but Riley had only pursed her pouty lips, making it tighter on my cock as she pushed me into her mouth. “Oh my god…” I moaned as Riley started bobbing up and down my cock, rolling her tongue around my head. If this was her first time giving head, I could only imagine what she’d be like after some practice. I ran my hands through her hair and started pushing her down lightly, guiding her to take more of my cock into her mouth. She wasn’t about to deep throat it, but after a minute or so, she was taking almost two thirds of it at a time. Suddenly, she pulled off, pursed her lips again and pushed my cock into her mouth again.
“Unh!” I grunted as I reentered the hot, wet interior of my sister’s mouth. Riley wrapped her hand around the part of my shaft that she couldn’t fit in her mouth and started stroking it as she sucked my cock. Her technique was still a little raw, but it felt incredible and knowing how she felt about me and that she really wanted me to feel good… it made all so much better. After a few minutes, it started feeling really good and I could tell I was getting close.
“R-riley… I’m gonna cum soon.” She pulled off my cock for a second.
“Good. I wanna taste you.”
“Um, are you sure? It’s your first time.” I replied, but her only answer was to wrap her lips back around my cock and start bobbing twice as fast. As I started feeling better and better, I couldn’t stop from thrusting into Riley mouth, trying to drive as much of my cock into her mouth as possible. She gagged a few times, but only stopped the first time. When I started really getting close, I reached out and cupped one of her tits, squeezing it in my hand, turning me on even more. With my other hand, I grabbed her ass, then slid it across her until i reached her pussy. She was wet, but it felt weird, thicker than her usual cum. I realized my cum was leaking out of her pussy just as Riley bobbed down on my cock, forcing more of it into her mouth than ever. It was too much and I felt myself tip over the edge.
“RIley, I’m cumming!” Riley pulled back and kept jerking me with her hand.
“Yes, cum for me, little brother! Cum for me, Max!” I felt myself starting to shoot and it felt like the whole bed was shaking. I couldn’t help yelling it felt so good. I shot more cum out than I thought I could’ve possibly had after fucking earlier. Finally, I stopped cumming, but the bed was still shaking!
“It’s an earthquake!” I yelled to Riley. My clock fell off my end table and I heard a couple other things hit the floor, but after a few seconds, the shaking stopped. I heard the sound of footsteps upstairs, then Mom called out.
“Guys?! Is everyone okay?!”
“I’m good, Mom!” Izzy called back. I didn’t hear Ashley, but then Mom called out, “Max?! Are you okay down there?!”
“Yeah, Mom! I’m alright!” I yelled up to her, opening my door a crack.
“Where’s, Riley?” Mom yelled. I looked at Riley and she ran over to the door.
“I’m down here with Max! I came to check on him when everything started shaking!” Mom would buy that, Izzy and Ashley… not so much, not that it really mattered anyway.
I heard the sound of Mom and Izzy and Ashley congregating, so I rushed over to the bed to find my boxers. Slipping them on, Riley stood beside me, but I saw that a few drops of my cum were still on her face. I pointed them out to her and she responded by wiping them onto her finger tip and then sucking her fingers clean. I felt myself starting to get hard just watching her, but I didn’t need to be hard right then, so I turned away and headed for the door.
I found Mom, Ashley, and Izzy coming down the hall. Mom was wearing a lacy black bra that barely held her chest in, with a pair of matching panties, and a silk night robe pulled over her. Ashley had on an old t-shirt and a pair of panty-shorts. Izzy’s chest was stuffed in a tank top and I could see the lines of a thong coming out of the sweatpants she’d pulled on. Between the three of them and Riley in her nightie, it was a distracting sight.
The whole family went around the house and checked everything out. One of our vases was broken and a couple things had fallen, but mostly everything seemed alright. Mom turned on the news and a reporter said that a 6.8 on the Richter scale had hit our area. There wasn’t anything to do though, so Mom told us to go back to bed, she’d wake us up in the morning. As I went up, Ashley gave me a longing look before heading to her room and Izzy grabbed my ass as she walked up behind me,
“Checking on your brother during the earthquake… uh-huh. Good story.” She teased Riley behind her. Riley ignored her though and came up next to me as Izzy planted a rough kiss kiss on my lips, driving her tongue into my mouth forcefully. Licking her lips lustily, she looked at me, then headed up to her bed room. Ordinarily, I would’ve made plans to follow her up, but I was so exhausted that I decided to just endure her wrath. I felt Riley take my hand and I turned to face her. She was so gentle, the difference between her and Izzy was almost like night and day.
“I guess I should go back to my own bed. I wish I could sleep with you… it is my birthday.” She whined adorably, almost like a little kid. I opened my mouth to tell her that would be nice, but that she did need to sleep in her room, then I stopped.
“Fuck it.” I said suddenly. “It’s your birthday. There was an earthquake. You can sleep with me. But, uh, grab some panties first.” I smiled at her. A few minutes later, at a little after four, I snuggled back up against Riley and fell asleep. My alarm went off two and a half hours later and I almost smashed the thing after I tried to turn it off and found it was still on the floor, out of reach. When I’d finally gotten up and shut the damn thing off, Mom opened the door.
“The earthquake damaged the school. You guys have a three day weekend. Go back to bed.” Mom said, leaning in, her tits hanging out of her silk robe, her bra leaving tons of cleavage for me to ogle.
“Um, yeah, thanks, Mom.” I said, shaking my head.
“And that’s sweet of you to let your sister sleep with you.” Mom said with a grin as she looked at Riley. “You guys haven’t slept together since you were kids. But I guess you’re not a kid anymore.” She glanced down at my boxers. I looked down and saw they were rapidly tenting. I looked back up just as Mom shut my door again. I was still so exhausted, physically and emotionally, from everything that had happened that the sensation of Riley’s warm body pressed against mine lulled me right back to sleep.

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