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My journey to Crete

Hello to everybody who is actually reading this. I’d like to make a few statements about this story. First, it’s a tale with some real rough sex in it. If you like romantic gf sex, feel free to move on. Second, I use abusive, discriminating and humilating language in here, especially against women. If this offends you, please don’t read it. Third, everything you read in here is fictional – but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it if chance came along. As in my story, it’d have to be consensual. Now please enjoy my story and feel free to critisize fairly. Since I think about writing a pornographic novel in this style, I also like to know whether you would buy something like that.
A holiday on crete part I
Let me introduce myself to you first. My name is Andrew, I’m 35 and with 5′ 10″ and 160 lbs. I consider myself quite an average-looking guy. Last year, my marriage broke up after 4 years of love and 1 year of pain. Luckily, there were no kids to consider so after the decree came through, there was no need to see my ex-wife again. But I have to admit that the main reason for our split was my suppression of my secret desire. When I married her, I was aware of my dark side but also sure I could keep it under control. When it broke out with force a year ago, there was no way to keep our relationship going. What exactly my dark side is? Well, just follow me on my trip to Crete and you will find out…
After my divorce became legal, I decided to go on a holiday for two weeks just to set my mind on other things. My company agreed, so I looked on the internet for a cheap but comfortable offer. 3 days later, I was on a plane to Crete. The hotel was in a city near the airport with small, but clean-kept rooms at reasonable prices and the food was good.
It was on the second day in the evening when I first noticed this waitress. I had just sat down with my dinner when she came to my table. She was not the kind of woman I was usually interested in – fortyish, skinny, nearly flat-breasted and just a little smaller than me – but the look in her deep brown got me somehow. I had trained myself to search for it in the last year and after a split second of thought, I let my dark side take control of me.
She turned around to address me. Looking straight into those lovely, weak eyes, I imagined me pushing her to the wall in my room, raising her up. She greedingly wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing my cock to thrust forward into her willing cunt. I conjured up all the feelings of lust, greed and desire in this situation and directed them at her.
She had started to ask: “What would you like…” but then our eyes locked. Overwhelmed by the rush of emotions coming from me, her eyes grew larger. Still fucking her in my mind, making her moan and scream with my hard, long strokes I finished her sentence.
“To drink, you mean? A glass of wine would be nice.”, I said pleasantly. But my eyes never left hers, and in my mind we were getting near to our climax.
She fumbled her pen and had to fight for her speech. She started stutter:”A-a-alcoholics are not incl-cl-cluded and have to be paid …” She drifted off. Unable to tear her eyes away, she was lost in the heat of her emotions, which were both mysterious and irresistable for her.
“I know. Why don’t you put it on my rooms tab?” I said in a gentle voice. But in my mind, I fucked her ferociously. As I flushed her my key to show her my rooms number, I imagined me shooting my load into her while she screamed her orgasm in my ear. When we came together in my mind, I heard her breathe deeper and saw her knees buckle a bit.
I knew I had won, so I looked away at my key. Still mesmerized from what had happened, she didn’t realize it. I had to wiggle it in front of her to get her attention. She shook her head, blushed in a bright red and jotted down the number. Turning away, she went to the bar with an unsteady walk. When she relayed my order to the bartender she couldn’t resist to glance in my direction. I smiled, giving her a small wink. She looked away abruptly, like a small child being caught doing something forbidden.
I wasn’t set back by the fact that she didn’t serve my wine but asked a male waiter instead. She was trying to get a grip on what had happened and needed time for that. That was fine by me, because I knew that afterwards, she would get curious. When I stood up after my dinner, I saw her watching me from the corner of my eyes. Feeling her eyes upon me when I left the restaurant, I mused about the old saying of the curiosity and the cat. This cat here wasn’ t facing death, of course; but as sure as hell a real good screw and a whole lot of satisfaction.
I went up to my room and took a shower. Knowing there was no need to get out tonight to look for someone to shag, I bided my time. After half an hour, I stepped out of the cabin just to hear a knock on my door. Putting on my jeans and a shirt, I called:” Who’s there?” As if I didn’t know exactly…
Momentarily, only silence came from the other side of the door. Then she answered:” Room service”. I went and opened the door. There she stood, blushing red, her whole posture showing her uncertaincy.
“Exactly what I ordered.”, I said with a coy smile, gesturing her in. Obediently, she came forward. I followed her and when she stopped in front of my bed, I pulled her close with her back turned to me. I placed my mouth on that soft space where her neck and shoulders touched and kissed her gently. She didn’t fight me. I saw goosebumps breaking out on her skin. Now it was time to take control. I gripped her blonde hair, pulling her head back. My other hand found the buttons of her blouse, opening them swiftly. She didn’t put on a bra, so I started to play with her hard, erect nipples. A soft moan escaped her as she started to shiver from lust.
“It’s rare that the prey offers itself to the hunter in free will.” I said, removing her blouse while turning her around to face me. She was breathing heavily; her feelings had clearly overtaken her. I put off my shirt, grabbed her head again and pushed her mouth to my nippel. “Suck it!”, I ordered.
This part of my body has always been very sensitive, so when she obeyed, a bolt of lust and greed shot through me. I fastened my grip, enjoying every second of my control over her. Yeah, she wasn’t my type of girl, so what? She still had a mouth, a cunt and a glory hole. Putting my cock in those three openings and fucking the hell out of her was all I cared for. She had started to lick my nipple, too. The thought of her doing the same on my rod nearly drove me crazy. I let her continue for a while. When the tension in my loins became to strong to bear, I pulled her head back again. I pushed her down, forcing her on her knees. That’s one of my favourite places for a woman to be, her mouth on the same level as my cock. She looked up to me with dazed eyes, clearly no longer in control of herself. Still gripping her head firmly, I opened my jeans. It dropped to the floor and I kicked it aside. She gasped at the sight of my steel-hard cock and licked her lips. Now it was time for her total submission.
I held my rod in front of her mouth, but when she moved her head towards it, I held her back. She looked at me again, this time confused.
“You offered me room service, didn’t you?”, I asked in a commanding voice. She nodded.
Displeased, I shook my head. “Didn’t they teach you to answer when being asked?”, tugging her hair a bit.
A hint of pain distorted her features and was replaced with a look of lust. “Yes.” , she replied.
Still looking displeased, I tugged her hair again. “Yes what?”, I demanded.
She got my line and concurred. “Yes, sir.”, she said.
“Fine. So service means that you’ll do everything in your ability to please me and satisfy my needs, am I right?”
“Yes, sir.”, she replied, her tone a mixture of suppressed wanting and devotion. But I wanted to hear it from herself, so I tugged her hair again.
“Tell it to me!”, I ordered. “What will you do?
“I will do everything in my ability to please you and satisfy your needs, sir.” She looked at me, her eyes showing she enjoyed every second of this submission but also begging me to get back in action.
I had welled in the feeling of domination and control I got over her, but now the tension had become unbearable even for me. “All right.”, I said,”Let’s check how far your abilities go.”
Still holding her head, I placed my cock on her lower lip. “Open your mouth.”, I commanded. When she obeyed, I pushed slowly forward, letting it slide in. Closing her lips around my best friend, she created that warm, wet and rubbing feeling I think every male enjoys immensly. She started to twirl her tongue around the tip of my rod, but I decided that was for later. Steadily I pushed forward, more and more of my cock vanishing in her mouth. When half of it was inside, I felt her become uncomfortable. From principle, I slid it in a little farther, but stopped then. I didn’t want her to gag, at least not yet.
I kept still for a while, enjoying the wetness and warmth of her mouth and keeping her in doubt of what I would do to her next. Changing the grip on her head, I grabbed the hair on top of it and pulled it slowly back. Just when I was about to slide out of her mouth, I pulled it back forward until I nearly reached her gag point again. I did it again and again, each time a little faster. Sometimes I moved her head a little to the left or right, making her cheeks bulge from my cock, a sight I enjoyed tremenduosly. After nearly ten minutes of that, my pace became so fast she seemed to nod furiously with my rod in her mouth. She had started to make a gargling noise but didn’t beg me to stop, which I wouldn’t have done anyway. But just before I was about to unload into her mouth, I pulled back out.
She turned aside, spit drooling from her mouth. But a few seconds was all she got from me; after her second deep breath I grabbed her chin and hair and turned her head back. Her mouth was still open, so I shoved my cock back in. Keeping her head still, I pulled it out just to push it back in. Now the face-fucking started in earnest. In a steady pace, I moved in and out of her mouth, using it like a cunt. Soon she started to gargle again. Again, I picked up speed. I didn’t care any longer whether she had to gag or not. All I thought of was my power over her. But she took my pounding of her mouth like a champion, making me think that she obviously had experience. Pushing my rod a little to the side made her cheeks bulge again. Controlling myself, I managed to fuck her face some minutes longer. When I couldn’t hold it back any more, I grabbed her hair harder. There was no courtesy clap, just three hard strokes of my cock, forcing its way nearly to her throat and shooting my come right into it. Still, she didn’ t gag, but had to swallow all of it. One hole down, two still to go I thought, my rod still in her mouth.
Not releasing the grip on her head, I pulled my still hard cock out. Gasping for air, her whole body shivered. I wasn’t about to show any mercy, so I tugged her hair hard, forcing her to stand up. I led her around the bed where a small dresser stood. I opened the upper drawer and fetched a condom. Only the lord knew how many cocks had been inside this fucking slut before, so I wanted be sure that I didn’t catch anything from this piece of meat.
I threw her on the bed which squeaked from her landing on it. She barely had time to look at me with dark, lustrous eyes before I climb after and over her, her upper body firmly caught between my knees. If she had had anything resembling tits I would have fucked these first, but there were only nippels. I tore the package open and applied my protection with the right hand, while my left found the way under her skirt and panties to her slit. Wetness and warmth greeted my fingers there and she moaned loud when I touched her clit.
“Whoa there, bitch! You enjoyed it being treated as fuckmeat, didn’t you?” Not waiting for answer, I rubbed her clit hard. She went in a kind of frenzy, twisting and thrashing on the bed, screaming and moaning and coming for herself. I didn’ t waste any more time and went off her just to rip her skirt and panty off. Her legs flew apart just like of their own will, so I placed myself between them and my rod just before her second hole. Grabbing her hands, I moved them up and pinned them on the pillow. Still in total control of her, I shoved my cock hard and fast into her cunt as far as it would go. A loud scream emerged from her throat and her cunt muscles contracted and massaged my best friend when she came again.
“Hey slut! Who allowed you to come first? You’re nothing but three holes on legs, remember?”, I shouted in her face. “And since you obviously forgot, here comes your punishment!” And I started fucking her. My rod went into her until my balls touched her slit, then I pulled back out just to ram it back in again. The raw force of my strokes made her body move upwards until her head hammered against the wooden front of the bed. I didn’t give a shit about her pain which I was sure she didn’t feel anyway. She was all lust, heat, greed, nothing but meat needing, craving to get fucked. But I didn’ t want to leave any visible marks so I turned her sideways, her head lying on the rim of the mattress. I took her ankles, spreading her legs as far as they would go and shoved my cock into its rightful place again.
I pounded her hard and fast, my rod went in the whole way all the time. Soon her head was dangling over the mattress, her body arching, her throat muscles standing out. Harder and faster I went, the sound of me nailing her mixing with her screams. I felt myself getting ready to unload into her for the second time. I wanted to shoot my come in her cunt when I was in her as deep as possible, so I pulled her back on the bed. I forced her legs up, her feet resting on my shoulders. This position I nicknamed “fucking package” because that’s all a woman is to me in this moment. She is kept in a perfect angle for my cock to enter her as far as it would go. I pushed back into her probing her depth. Then I went back to business, thrusting my rod as deep as possible into her. But I wanted to have all I could get, so I threw all constraints overboard and rammed my cock in her like trying to split her in two pieces. We both came together screaming like maniacs. With my steel-hard rod still inside her ravaged cunt, I thought: Two holes down, best one still to go.
I let myself drop to the bed beside her. Her legs fell down on the mattress like they were made of stone. We both needed some time now, me to regain my power and her to come to her senses again. After some minutes, I realised her rolling off to her side and getting up. A surge of adrenalin went through my body. I jumped up, grabbed her neck, placed the other hand on her back and shoved her on the bed again. She landed flat-out on her stomach. I threw myself on her back, my weight nearly squashing her. Pulling her head back, I shouted in her face:
“I’m not finished with you, fuckmeat. Three holes, I said!”
I sat up on her back and fetched my shirt. Holding her hands back, I tied them together. This cunt wouldn’t get away from me without her ass being fucked, I swore to myself. I raised her hips up, her upper body still on the bed and spread her legs.
“Don’t move or you’ll be sorry, slut!”, I ordered. She obeyed, but her eyes followed me as I went around the bed to get a second condom. I kneeled between her legs, put it on and pushed my rod into her overflowing cunt again. A few hard strokes was all it took to get the condom wet with her juices. I pulled back out and spit on her asshole two times, then rubbing my saliva around it. I couldn’ t care less about her being in pain while I did her ass, but still I didn’ t want to leave any visible marks. I placed my cock right before her ass, the tip of it on her entrance. Then I grabbed her ass, pulling it back while pushing my best friend forward. First, I wasn’t able to break through so I had to use more pressure. Just as I was about to give up my first attempt, her sphincter gave way and I slid in her ass all the way. Her loud screams of lust and pain got muffled by the mattress. Then I moved back to halfpoint and shoved it back again, forcing more screams from her. Her ass wasn’t as tight as I thought. I became convinced that I haven’t been the first one to treat this low-down slutty whore like a piece of meat. So I didn’t give in to pity and nailed her ass in the same speed as her cunt before. Judging from the sound of her moans I could say that she didn’t want any.
I had emptied my balls thouroghly the two times I came before, so even with her ass being tighter as her slit, I pounded her for a while before I could even start to think of coming again. But something was missing here. I soon realised what it was: the bitch enjoyed it too much! Her holes were there to give me pleasure – she was the least of my worries there. Thrusting my cock into her ass as far as possible, I leaned over her back und pulled her head up by her hair. A loud scream came from her mouth, her pain unmistakable. I leaned back keeping her body up and fucked the hell out of her ass. Seeing her in this uncomfortable, painful position aroused me greatly, but still I wasn’t completly satisfied. She was no more than an howling, screeching creature nearly lost in oblivion, under my total control. What was missing still? In the spur of the moment, I pushed her head back on the bed and raised her still-bound hands up. Holding them at the height of my breast, she was forced to press her head into the mattress. Lucky me as for the loudness of her screams would have split my ears instead. After a few hard thrusts in this position I felt myself rise up to my third climax again. Faster and faster I went, now trying to rip up her ass instead. When I came again, I shoved my cock deep into her and raised her hands to the height of my chin. The intense pain and the power of her orgasm made her faint. She slid down on the mattress and I collapsed over her back.
When I opened my eyes again, I looked at my alarm clock. It had taken me about an hour to reduce a woman to an unconscious breathing piece of meat with three ravaged holes. I still was lying on her back, so I rolled off her and got up. She started to stir now, her eyes still closed. I picked up our clothes, putting mine on the bed but throwing hers on her back. As I untied her hands to reclaim my shirt, she came back to her senses and turned around to look at me.
“The room service has been satisfactory.”, I said. Then I took my purse and searched for a 2€-piece. When I had found it, I threw it on the pillow beside her.
“This is for your efforts. Now get up and get dressed, slut. You have 5 minutes to leave my room. If you’re not gone in 5 minutes I’ll have a nice chat with your boss telling him how good your service was and how far it went.”
She got up wordlessly and dressed. After taking the money, she slowly walked to the door, opened it and went out. The door closed again. I looked at my alarm clock. There was still time for a few beers at the beach bar I found yesterday. But first I’d take a shower again. I would never get out with the smell of that whore on me.

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Broken Birds, Part 15, Maria and Juanita

Part 15
Maria and Juanita
Tim moved swiftly into action. Northern Mexico was in chaos. Miguel had been a fool to fight all the other cartels simultaneously, but he and Rafaela had made careful plans to keep his family safe.
Rafaela related their plans to Tim. He was impressed. Within hours, Rafaela’s cousins were on their way to her.
As sad as Miguel’s death had made her, she knew it had to end that way. Peter’s death had been harder to accept as they’d always dreamed of being together to be father and daughter. Now that chance had ended. Even his thoughts were gone. When his kidnappers pulled Peter’s laptop from its station, it triggered a program that erased and overwrote all files six times and then ignited a tiny thermite capsule, melting the hard drive.
Peter had always been thorough.
He had named Michael as his executor and sole heir.
The main house had been completed for several weeks, though the compound still had work to be done.
Jake had developed a virtual program of the main house, as it would look after the post construction renovations, so the girls could begin ordering furniture. Over the next two weeks, the furniture arrived and, after being thoroughly inspected by Tim’s people, it was installed.
Everyone was anxious to get into the new home. This would be their home for the foreseeable future.
Five days after learning of Miguel and Peter’s deaths, Michael and his harem were sitting in the rented house’s living room, looking at the virtual plan with the furniture that the girls had selected. Beth, Lynne, Rachael and Rafaela were having a spirited discussion on the color of the couch for the main living area. Michael smiled as Beth and Lynne opposed Rachael and Rafaela. They asked him to make the final decision. He declined.
“Why not get both? We’ll give away the one we don’t like.”
Beth recoiled slightly then laughed. Rafaela giggled.
They heard the garage doors open. The bodyguard motioned them to stay and summoned his partner on the radio. He pressed his earpiece; then just said “Copy,” into his microphone.
He looked at the family he had begun to love. “The girls are here.”
Six women seemed to levitate as one, rushing to the door that led to garage.
Michael hung back. They didn’t speak English, so he would let the girls communicate as only females can. He reached the door as Rafaela ushered the girls to him.
Maria looked into his eyes. She looked exhausted, her face sallow. The past several months had not been kind to her. She was still very pretty, having grown a bit to just over 5’2”, maybe a hundred ten pounds with 34 C chest and a magnificent ass. The Afghan clothing, though, hid her body.
“Hello Michael,” she said softly, “I’m glad they didn’t cut your cock off. Rafaela seems to have put it to good use.” Her dark Latino eyes flashed impishly. “And yes, I speak English. So does Nita.”
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. “Now you can’t run away. And I’m 16!” Sixteen was the age of consent in Queensland. Maria had checked.
Nita followed and gave Michael a tired hug. She looked like a younger Rafaela. She had clearly been crying. Rafaela led the girls to their rooms to change and sleep if they wanted.
Rafaela, Maria and Nita came into the living room, now dressed in jeans and T-shirts. Nita looked lost while Maria looked like a younger, darker version of Shoshana.
Michael had been sipping a particularly good South Australian wine. He refilled his glass and then looked at Rafaela who nodded slightly.
“Would you like some wine Maria? Nita?”
Both nodded and he poured them a small glass. As tired as the girls were, they would almost certainly go to sleep.
“What’s that?” Maria asked indicating the wide screen that still showed the virtual living room. She was sitting next to Rafaela.
“That’s our new home. We’ll be moving in about ten days. Rachael restarted the animation showing the ocean view from the pool deck.
“Holy Mother of God, Rafaela. Do you have so much money?” Maria asked a bit breathlessly.
Rachael answered for her, “Rafaela is very wealthy, yes, but so am I and my children. In fact, Lynne probably has the most money. Beth also has a large trust fund. So does Shoshana.” She giggled at the Maria’s look.
Nita sat next to Alice, to whisper something. She smiled and said aloud, “Yes honey, I’m all healed up,” looking at Michael, “much better than new.”
Nita was quiet, then whispered to Alice again. Alice’s eyes widened. She took Nita by the hand, pulling her into another room.
Rafaela looked at Maria, eyes demanding.
“You know how you and Nita look a lot alike? After you fled, he forced Nita to come to him. He did many bad things to her.”
“What about you?”
“He was tired of me. He took me to his bed when you were arrested.” Maria said calmly.
Seeing the look of horror on Rafaela’s face, Maria said almost gaily, “don’t worry Rafaela, Alice will fix Nita and me. She fixed you!”
“She fixed all of us,” Beth said softly, “With some help.”
“All of you? You mean you’ve all been raped?”
The girls nodded, then laughed when Michael said, “Not me!”
Nita fell asleep in Alice’s arms. Michael lifted her easily and took her to her room.
“Rafaela, please help me get her jeans off. She said has some genital injuries, so we may need an OB/GYN.”
Michael left the room. They came out about 15 minutes later.
“He used his belt on her. He was drunk. She’s really bruised and swollen. We’ll have to get her to a doctor for a full examination.” Alice paused, “I think it’s best that I sleep with her tonight. She’s really disoriented.”
Michael nodded, pulling out his phone to make the medical appointment through Tim.
Leaving in the dark, early morning, Tim’s men took Nita, Alice, Rafaela and Michael to a hospital in Brisbane. Tim would only allow ex-SAS or SARS drivers. They had grown up with the left hand driving pattern.
A young woman in scrubs took Nita and his two women into the examination room. Michael waited with the guards.
It was an agonizing wait. He flashed back to Beth’s rape. He prayed for this little girl as he had prayed for Beth.
Finally, the three emerged.
“I’ll be OK. He bruised my clit. That’s why it hurt so much.” She tried to smile.
The guards were talking into their microphones, setting up their return.
They approached Michael. “Tim wants us to wait until dark. We can go to a movie.” He showed Michael his PDA that had the movies listed.
“Nita, anything look interesting?”
Her eyes lit up. A romantic comedy. Inside, Michael groaned.
The guard’s hands flew over the screen before announcing, “Done. We can leave now.”
Nita and Alice took the back seat. Nita fell asleep on the ride back, a deep peaceful sleep with her head in Alice’s lap.
Michael and Rafaela sat in the second row, talking quietly.
“I really liked the doctor,” Rafaela gushed, “She’s young, single and very knowledgeable. She’s from Surfers Paradise and has a lot of local contacts. And you know, I need a local doctor.” She placed his hand on her growing belly.
“Did you get her card?”
She handed it to him. “I’ll have Tim check her out.”
She squeezed his hand.
“Anything you want to share about Nita?”
She took a deep breath. “Miguel, God rest his soul, was a total, sick bastard. I think you have two more broken birds to help,” turning to face him, her eyes fiery, “as a father figure, not as a lover!”
“He used them. Because Nita looks like me, he turned his sick fantasy into reality.”
“With Maria, he shared her with his friends until she got a disease, then he wouldn’t touch her or talk to her. She’s clean now, or at least Nita thinks so. Miguel was looking for me when he was killed. It was his men that tried to kidnap my father.”
“Michael, I have access to Miguel’s accounts. What should I do?”
“Concentrate on our little girl,” he said rubbing her belly.
“Girl?” she giggled. “We don’t need more girls!”
Several days passed. Tim cleared the doctor and said he would make the contact.
Michael was in a deep sleep when he began to feel something wet on his cock. One of his women was slurping his cock, beneath the sheets. For a few seconds, he laid back and enjoyed the incredible pleasure of the unfamiliar technique. He threw back the sheet.
Maria lay naked with his cock in her mouth.
A hand on his shoulder, crying urgently, “Michael.” It had been a dream.
He snapped fully awake, bolting upright, ready to do battle.
He sat in the middle of his women. Beth giggled, “You were moaning. We thought you were having another nightmare,” now gripping his cock, “Or maybe a dream about your harem.” More giggles.
His cock was very hard. He looked at Shoshana. She moved to him without hesitation. A deep kiss as her body molded to his. As Beth’s wet lips closed around his throbbing shaft, he realized that the dream feelings had been real.
Shoshana was totally committed to Michael. They both knew it. Looking into his eyes, she slid sensuously down his body. She whispered, “I love you,” and lay atop him, her back against his chest. Loving hands guided him into her. She wiggled down his body until he was deep inside her. Then she sat up, driving his cock deep into her tunnel. She rotated her hips moving in a circular dance.
He grabbed her hips. He was too close. She kicked one then the other leg out, lying down, her back to his chest. Hungry mouths sucked her long nipples and clit. She felt her climax build. But her senses were really only tuned to Michael.
With one arm around her waist, he whispered, ”Feel your sister’s tongue on your beautiful pussy, licking both of us,” he paused as she shivered, “Feel your sister’s sucking your beautiful, long nipples, their tongues caressing you,” another pause as Shoshana began to moan loud, her climax almost there, “feel my cock joining us
forever,” using his hands, he told Lynne to suck and bite Shoshana’s clit. She screamed her delight, her physical climax minor compared to her heart’s.
She stayed wrapped in a blanket of pleasure and joy.
There was a gentle knock at the bedroom door. Beth answered it, opening the door just a bit.
“I heard you,“ Maria said, “It sounds like an orgy in there. Is Rafaela in there? Can I come in?”
Rafaela jumped off the bed and grabbed her robe. She slid through the door and closed it firmly.
“Busted,” Beth said giggling, “No use in letting this goes to waste.” She faced away from him, threw her leg over his hips and began to work his cock into her VERY wet slit.
“Rafa, you all have sex with him?”
Rafaela nodded, looking closely at Maria to see the effect.
“What about Alice?”
Rafaela nodded, smiling.
“What about me and Nita? Will we have to have sex with him?”
“No. First, Michael is our man and we give ourselves to him. He would never force us.”
“What if we want to have him too?”
Rafaela sighed. “Then he and all of his women would have to agree. Chika,“ using her nickname, “he is a good man, maybe the best. But to be one of his women would mean you would have a very closed life.”
“But isn’t that what will happen anyway?”
Shocked, Rafaela looked into her cousin’s eyes.
“For now, you’re right. I think Michael has a plan,” she thought, ‘Dear God let him have a plan,’ “but you have your whole life in front of you.”
“Right. I’m a diseased whore with my whole life in front of me.” Maria spat with bitterness and pain.
“You’re no whore,” Rafaela said, her mind reeling.
“No? More than a hundred men have fucked me. Miguel gave me to them. I’ve sucked many more. Isn’t that a whore or at least a slut?” Pain etched on her face, “and it hurts like hell to pee. It feels like I’m on fire. So I’m a diseased whore.”
Rafaela calmed her. They talked about her room in the new house, Rafaela hiding her desperation to get to Michael. Eventually Maria slept. Rafaela kissed her temple and silently exited.
Early the next morning, three Escalades sped back to Brisbane.
In the car, Michael sat with Rafaela while Alice sat with Maria.
“Michael, do you think I’m pretty?” Maria asked with a sultry voice.
“Sorry Honey, No,” shocking Rafaela, Alice and Maria, “you’re beautiful.”
Maria giggled. “You know how to pay the game, huh?”
“I’m learning.”
The same doctor attended Maria that had attended Nita. This time she came out with Alice, Rafaela and Alice.
She held out her hand, “Jennifer Doland.” Michael’s eyes showed shock. She looked like his dead wife, Vika.
“Michael,” he couldn’t remember the last name of his cover identity.
“Two abused young girls in one week?” anger flashing in her eyes, “do you want to explain or should I just call the police?”
“Doctor, please,” Rafaela tried to rescue the situation.
“If you will, doctor,” Michael indicated a secluded alcove of the waiting room.
“Doctor, I have not had sex with either of the girls we have brought in,” firm and undeniable, “they were abused by their uncle and, before that, by their father.”
“You know Maria has internal injuries?”
They shook their heads no.
“I don’t mean physical, I mean emotional.”
“I, too am a doctor, a trauma counselor,” Alice spoke up, “We’ve had remarkable success with rape victims. If, however, you call the police, you will never see us again. ”
The doctor looked dubious.
Michael hesitated, “you have been approached to be a private, concierge doctor to a family on the Sunshine coast?”
She nodded. “You?”
Michael nodded. He watched as she fit all the information together.
“They said one woman was four or five months pregnant?” looking at Rafaela. She stroked her stomach.
“Doctor, 
” Michael started.
She held up her hand, “I know, no notes and keep my mouth shut. You’re an Afghani family, running from the Taliban.” She led Rafaela back into the examination room.
When Rafaela returned with Jennifer, both were smiling.
“She’s in great shape,” looking at Alice, “obviously she’s had a lot of care. Single heartbeat, so no twins. Slow heart rate, so probably female. Rafa says she wants to try to nurse, so no cosmetic surgery for a while. We’ll need an ultrasound machine at the house. I know some good plastic surgeons. Some of your women have scars?” Michael nodded. “We’ll get them fixed up. Can you get me the plans for the clinic? There are some things I will want if I am going to be delivering babies!”
He handed Rafaela a bottle of pills. “She takes two immediately, then one a day for a week. Then she pees in a cup and you get it to me. I’ll be there in two weeks. If they let me go earlier, I’ll be there earlier.”
Michael smiled. She had just told him to swing his influence bat. She would be there whenever they needed her.
Workers finished the clinic in three days, the day before Jennifer arrived. A few pieces of equipment were still on order, but most was already installed.
“Moving day” finally arrived.
The move itself went off with military precision. The Afghani embassy proved to be a problem. They demanded the names of the Afghani residents. A single phone call soothed ruffled feathers.
They moved at night. Jennifer arrived shortly after Michael, his harem and the two girls. While Jennifer’s apartment was on the second floor of the clinic, she would have access to the main house and lap pool as well.
Around 10 PM, the guards brought Jennifer to the main house. She had reviewed the medical files of each woman. Incredible. 8 rape victims with one man. She wanted to meet these women in their home environment.
She entered a room filled with love. Rafaela lounged in Michael’s arms while Beth rubbed her feet. Lynne, Rachael, Shoshana and Nita sat at a table, two laptops in front of them. Maria and Alice were absent.
Michael rose to greet her.
Maria and Alice came from the back of the house, waiving happily.
Jennifer was clearly uncomfortable. Michael offered her a glass of wine that she accepted quickly.
“Everything OK?” Michael asked.
“My apartment is fantastic! Once everything arrives, the clinic will be great. I was just a little lonely
” Nita came over and hugged her.
Beth came to her. “I’m Beth. Not sure you’ll see too much of me. All my plumbing’s been taken out.”
“You’re on You Tube. You’re the rape victim that begged them to release her rapists!”
‘Shit’, Michael thought, ‘this could ruin everything.’
“Now I understand. You just wanted to be left alone. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
Rachael, Lynne and Shoshana introduced themselves.
Jennifer looked into Shoshana’s radiant eyes, “Honey, we need to schedule some time together tomorrow. I want to see how the treatments are coming.”
Rachael extended her hand. “I’m Rachael and you need to have some more wine.” The older woman giggled. “You need to catch up.”
Jennifer smiled, liking these people. She began to relax.
The guards escorted her back to her new apartment after three bottles of shared wine.

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Never in a Million Years Ch. 01

I had worked as a Paleontologist for most of my adult life. Nearing thirty, I had already seen and traveled to more exotic places than most would over their entire life-time.
I loved my work. But it had left me very little time to develop any serious or long term relationships. Not that I hadn’t had my fare-share of women here and there. I had. But there was really no time for any permanence in my life at the moment.
I’d been working on a new site in Guatemala when the telegram arrived. It was from mom, short…sweet and to the point as I’d come to expect from her. I had to take a moment to think back to the last time I’d even seen her, or come for a visit. Nearly five years now since I had done so…and only then because dad had passed away due to a long suffering illness. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my mother, but she and dad seemed to constantly be at odds around one another, which made whatever time I spent with either one of them, less than enjoyable. And once again, the news I’d just received wasn’t good either.
“John. Uncle Fred passed away suffering a heart attack. Susan’s coming here to stay with me for a while. Next time you’re in town again, come by. Would be nice to see you again. Love mom.”
Like I said, short and sweet…to the point. But it was what she hadn’t said that intrigued me. One of the reasons I hadn’t spent as much time with my folks as I might have, regardless of their constant bickering, was the fact there had been a bit of a family scandal years ago. If I hadn’t left when I did to begin my new adventure in life, my Uncle Fred would have no doubt killed me.
I had just turned nineteen at the time. I was still in the process of trying to decide which school to attend to begin my new career. But prior to doing that, I’d been invited to participate in a dig not too far from home, something I was looking forward to doing. Gain some much needed experience for one thing, but for another…to actually get away and out on my own. As such, mom and dad had more or less put together a going away party for me. A few friends, family…including my Aunt Susan and Uncle Fred. Needless to say, the alcohol flowed that evening, plenty of wine and beer…too much so for my Aunt Susan who had become pretty intoxicated during the course of the evening. Not that I wasn’t feeling it myself, but what happened after that I can only blame on the free-flowing booze…my Aunt’s very real attractiveness, and the fact that I was still a typically horny nineteen year old kid.
I had just entered the upstairs bathroom in order to take a leak. I had caught movement out of the corner of my eye just prior to doing that, glancing back and saw my Aunt slowly weaving her way towards me down the hall. Like I said, it was obvious she’d had a bit to drink herself, but I didn’t think much more about it. After all, I had gotten there first. Standing over the toilet, I whipped out my cock in preparation of taking a pee when she knocked on the door.
“Hurry up in there!” She called out. “I need to pee too!” She added.
I don’t know why it is…maybe it’s just me, though I’ve since discovered that several men can become “pee-shy” for whatever reason. But the thought of my Aunt standing there listening to me urinate suddenly made it even more difficult as I stood there struggling…trying to make it go. Which of course is when she simply barged in rather than waiting outside any longer. Unfortunately, the lock on the door had broken years ago, and dad had never gotten around to having it fixed. Saw no real point in it anyway as there was another bathroom downstairs, and a half bath in their bedroom…also down stairs. And though this really wasn’t my own personal bathroom, it was the one I always tended to use as my bedroom was just down at the end of the hallway.
I was still standing there, holding my dick in hand when Susan suddenly barged into the room. I had simultaneously just managed to start peeing when this happened, so it wasn’t like I could just shove it back inside my pants without pissing all over myself. I tried turning, just a bit off to one side, calling out to her as she came stumbling in, just managing to reach the sink clinging to it without falling over as she boldly looked down at me, dick in hand.
“Aunt Sue!” I just managed, red in the face for one thing, though all she did was laugh.
“Ain’t like I aint seen a man’s prick before,” she slurred slightly. “Though admittedly, not sure I’ve seen one that big before,” she giggled more to herself suddenly reaching out towards me of all things. Though thankfully, I had managed to stop peeing, even though I was far from being finished as I stepped back suddenly, out of reflex and self protection more than anything in an attempt to actually keep her hand from finding me. When I did that however, I stumbled, stepping back into the shower stall nearby. The small ledge causing me to fall back, where I luckily just managed to catch myself before falling flat on my ass inside the shower itself. All this did was cause my Aunt to laugh however, as she suddenly pulled down the slacks, along with the panties she was wearing, and lay claim to the toilet I’d been trying to use.
The problem with that was…she’d forgotten to lower the seat. Suddenly she’s half disappearing down inside the bowl, totally taken by surprise and now as shocked as I was at the somewhat comical events taking place here. Me standing there with my dick sticking out, my Aunt, bare-assed now half wedged into the toilet bowl.
“Well don’t just stand there gawking at me John!” She cried out. “Help get me up out of here!” She demanded.
She was waving her arms wildly, motioning for me to come over to her, not to mention half yelling as she did. At least there was enough noise downstairs to cover her sudden cry of alarm, or so I thought anyway, as I hurriedly moved towards her. More as a measure of shutting her up as opposed to actually helping her I suppose. The last thing I wanted was for someone to come rushing in, and find the two of us like this. Hard enough trying to explain that let alone anything else. Which is basically what actually happened. Grabbing her hands, I had expected to pull her up and out of the toilet. Slightly off balance myself however, she pulled instead, bringing me crashing into her. The next thing I hear is her saying, “Ah ha! Gotcha!”
Before I even realized what was happening, my Aunt’s suddenly got my dick inside her mouth, sucking it. Her hands now dropping mine, and clenching onto my ass, pulling me even more fully into her. I had hardly any time to react to what was happening. My thoughts suddenly going in a million directions at once.
For one…believe it or not, this was my first EVER blowjob! Though at the time, I’m not sure it really qualified as one. But the fact my dick was actually inside a woman’s mouth, even if she was my aunt was enough to cause me to stand there stupidly for a moment, just taking this all in. Secondly…and not that anything had ever happened between us prior to this, growing up…I had always had a bit of a minor crush on my aunt. Not something I had ever actually acted upon, but she hadn’t exactly helped in that department either. About the time I had hit some level of maturity…my Aunt Susan had taken a bit of a sadistic kick out of teasing me, even flirting with me a little. There’d been brief, subtle glimpses down her blouse…things like that when I knew damn good and well she hadn’t been wearing a bra. And I swore she knew it too, allowing me these quick peeks, a knowing look and a smile right behind that. The occasional brushes up against me, kisses on the cheek or forehead as she allowed a lingering caress of breast against my arm. My sexy looking aunt had become a major portion of my masturbatory fantasies back then. She really was sexy looking, though hating to admit it, so was mom. Though she had put on a few extra pounds over the course of the years, mom too was still an attractive looking woman. Both sisters with dishwater blonde hair, curvy figures, more than ample bust lines…which again, my Aunt Susan seemed to enjoy flaunting in my face whenever she had the chance.
But up until this moment…it had never gone beyond any of that. Certainly not with me standing there, my cock in her mouth as she sat there, still half-wedged inside the toilet bowl, with her slacks and panties down around her ankles as she sat there sucking on it.
Which is when the fucking bathroom door opened once again.
Apparently…even with the noise going on down below us, my mother had just managed to hear my Aunt’s cry for help. Ascending the stairs, she had taken a moment more to inform my Uncle that she’d just heard her sister’s cry for help. So he too then had followed her up the stairs in search of my Aunt. It had taken a moment for them to figure out where she was…even laughing about it as they opened the bathroom door. No doubt already well aware of her somewhat inebriated state and expecting something…just not what they found as they suddenly stepped into the room. Me…head slightly tossed back now, hands on my Aunt’s head, fucking her face as she in turn sat gobbling my cock.
Needless to say, sounds of their laughter suddenly fell silent as the sound of my mother’s voice suddenly crying out, as she said “Oh my God! John!” And then my Uncles, right behind that…”I’m going to kill you…you…you, mother fucker!”
Needless to say, the party ended at that point, and it’s safe to say, I barely escaped from the house with my life, thankful for mom who had somehow managed to throw herself between the two of us before he could grab me. I jumped into my car and headed off to a friend’s house where I spent the next two days more or less hiding out. Eventually I came home again after my Uncle had calmed down enough and quit looking for me. There was of course a bit of a row between my mom and her sister as well, not to mention my father, who was almost as upset with me as Uncle Fred was. I think everyone was more or less really relieved when I finally left on my new life’s adventure the following week.
In time…all was more or less forgotten, and never really discussed again until several years later, and then only really in passing the last time I had come home for a brief visit after dad had died. I had of course run into my Aunt Susan again back at the house during my father’s wake. Luckily for me…Uncle Fred was away on business and hadn’t been able to return for the funeral in time. It was at first awkward, seeing her again, even after all this time. The only reference being made, with a small knowing smile once again, was when I had headed off upstairs to use the bathroom again. And then hearing my Aunt say, I need to go too…only this time, I think I’ll use the one downstairs.”
Nothing more was ever said about it. And now, here it was…several years later after that as I stood there with the telegram in hand, telling me my Uncle had died.
It was time to go home for a visit again.
**
As it was, it still took me three days to make arrangements to leave the country. I didn’t bother replying to the telegram. Mom would know that I’d eventually make it home when arrangements could be made so I didn’t bother telling them when I might be there, or how…or when I’d arrive. A few days later I was standing in front of the home I had grown up in, paying the cabby and watching the taillights in the still dark morning as he pulled away. Not too surprisingly, there weren’t any lights on in the house, but it was early yet. I figured that mom, and my Aunt, if she was indeed staying there, were still fast asleep. And though I no longer had keys to the house on me, I knew where mom kept a spare one in case she lost hers, or locked herself out. I headed towards the back of the house where I knew the planter would be that hid the spare key. Rounding the corner, I was surprised to find that there was a light on, coming from the kitchen area. So…someone WAS up after all. I started to head towards the back door, when I caught movement just then, mom coming into the kitchen from the other room. I stopped dead in my tracks when she did that. She was obviously talking to someone, though what she was saying I couldn’t hear. Her movements animated, even laughing as she came into the room, turning leaning against the kitchen counter. I was taken in at the changes I saw. She actually looked younger than the last time I had seen her. Nearing sixty, she looked far younger than her years, certainly less aged than the last time I had actually seen her. She had obviously colored her hair again, more her normal color, or the way I once remembered it, perhaps adding to that. But it was the even more obvious change that suddenly filled my eyes that had me standing there, gaping at her with my mouth open. Though wearing a bathrobe, it suddenly seemed to open as she leaned against the counter. She was naked beneath it, her full breasts suddenly fully and completely exposed. I’d maybe seen them once or twice growing up as a kid. But I’d never seen them looking like this, or like she did now. Mom had definitely lost some weight. No…she wasn’t svelte or anything like that. But she wasn’t frumpy looking any more either. She’d actually toned up some. She still had a bit of a mature belly pooch, but it was nothing like it once was. And though her breasts certainly weren’t sitting high up on her rib-cage any more like they once might have, they were wonderfully full and round in appearance. Each capped by fairly large, dark brown areola’s that drew my eyes to them like a beacon. I shook my head as though trying to clear my mind. Looking at my own mother like this, feeling a certain stirring below was not only inappropriate, but totally sick for me to be standing there gawking at her the way that I was.
I paused…taking another step in preparation of heading towards the door…knocking. But that’s when my Aunt entered into the picture, suddenly coming into view from wherever it was that she’d been sitting. No doubt at the kitchen table, which was currently out of my sight. When she did that, I nearly tripped over my own two feet.
Aunt Susan was completely naked.
Once again I found myself feet frozen to the spot, unable to move, not daring to lest outside movement might be seen by either one of them. As dark as it still was, I knew I was covered in the darkness outside, the light inside masking my even being there, for the moment anyway. Mom again laughing as my Aunt approached her, once again animated, though so was my Aunt as she closed the distance between them. And then suddenly, she was standing there right in front of mom, both hands coming out to capture, and then cup my mother’s heavy pendulous breasts in her hands, hefting them…as though weighing them. Gently shaking them up and down just before her thumbs seemed to find both of mom’s thick extended nipples at once, thumbing them, rolling them, and finally pulling on them as she stood there playing with my other’s tits, teasing her nipples.
I finally took a breath, realizing only then I’d been holding it as though afraid that had I actually taken a breath, they’d have heard it. But by the way they stood there facing one another, mom’s hands finally coming up, and now beginning to do the same thing to my Aunt’s breasts that she was doing to hers…neither one of them would have been aware or even remotely concerned or worried about any other presence standing there outside the window area.
“Fuck!” I actually said out loud, though knowing as I did, neither one of them could have possibly heard me. “What the fuck?” I then asked again, though this time silently to myself as I stood there watching the two of them, no longer sure about walking a few feet further towards the door, or letting them know I was actually there. “Would they then realize that it was very likely I had actually seen them? Seen this? Seen them doing what I now stood there watching them do?”
I was confused beyond words. Shocked…appalled even. And eerily aroused.
As I stood there watching the two of them fondling one another, I noticed that my Aunt had changed as well. Where mom had definitely lost weight, my normally almost too skinny Aunt had gained it. The thing was, she looked as good as mom now did, having done that. The two of them almost identical in shape and size now, though Aunt Susan was still an inch or two shorter, just barely over five feet. She always had, had slightly larger breasts however, and by the looks of it…still did. Which is what I was now gawking at as the two of them embraced, their breasts heavy, pressing against one another as I now watched them actually kiss.
“Holy fucking shit!” I exclaimed, this time loud enough that I was afraid I actually might have been heard, quickly ducking down well below the window before daring to stand up again in the event I might have. The fact that my mother…my aunt…were being obviously intimate with one another was something I was having a very difficult time wrapping my head around. “How long has this been going on anyway?” I now silently asked myself. I thought back as far as I could, but there was nothing I could even remotely put my finger on that pointed towards anything ever going on. Aside from my Aunt’s occasional flirtatious teasing towards me, I’d never once caught any sign or indication of anything else. And especially towards mom. And…knowing mom, not that she was prudish or anything like that, but sexual topics and discussions were never the norm around home or when I was growing up anyway. And now…seeing her like this, basically naked even if she was wearing a bathrobe, standing there in the kitchen with my Aunt as the two of them openly fondled one another was the furthest thing I’d ever expected to see.
And I knew then, there was no way in hell I was going inside, not now anyway. Not until I’d had a chance to sit down, collect myself…and think about what I’d just walked in on. I stood up, but the two of them had already moved off…god knows where to do god knows what. The thought of which STILL bothered me, both good and bad. I was oddly aroused, still confused, and quite unsure of how I was going to approach this, if I even approached it at all.
I found myself back out on the sidewalk shortly after that, and then down to the corner store where I called another cab, and then took it to a nearby hotel room. I figured I’d make my grand entry of having come home. AFTER I had called first, and told them I was on my way. It took me a long time to finally get to sleep. And then only after I had jerked off, thinking about the two of them standing there in mom’s kitchen, fondling and playing with one another. I was still aroused, and yet feeling guilty about it for some reason as I finally drifted off to sleep.
**
It was late that same afternoon when I actually showed up at the door. This time, they were expecting me as I’d called ahead, letting them know I’d arrived. There were hugs and kisses all around, my normally stoic mother in a surprisingly good mood…though I certainly had to wonder at that. Aunt Sue was her usual, normal self…perhaps too normal, as once again I swore she allowed the press of her full breasts to linger a bit longer than usual against me in greeting. But then again, it may also have been my own over-active imagination having its way with me. We spent the next hour or so catching up, and I had just begun to really relax, finally chasing away certain thoughts I was still entertaining as the evening wore on. Especially when we sat down to eat. Things seemed perfectly natural…normal again, with no hint of anything going on between them. I had even looked for it, checked for signs. Nothing. I had even almost convinced myself that what I’d seen earlier on that morning was just some sort of silly horseplay between them that had possibly gotten out of hand, and that I’d then read far more into it than what was actually going on. By the time I headed upstairs to bed, I had basically convinced myself that what I’d seen…was far less than what I’d thought it was, and soon put it out of my mind.
I woke up a couple of hours later, needing to pee. And once again, was given reason enough to think otherwise.
Though it was late, it wasn’t quite midnight yet. As I headed down the hall back to my bedroom, I could hear voices coming from downstairs. From the bits I gathered, my mother and Aunt where just then preparing to head off to bed themselves. I could hear them moving about, turning off the lights, and then giggling. I quite naturally perked up, trying to hear what was being said, but they were still too far away, and speaking quietly so as not to be heard, though their suspicious sounding giggles now seemed far more than innocent. I crept towards the stairway peering down, seeing the last of the living room lights being shut off. I could hear them as they made their way down the second set of stairs leading to the downstairs bedrooms. I hadn’t even considered the fact…up until now anyway, that they might actually be sleeping together. As soon as I was sure they couldn’t hear me, I made my way down the rest of the stairs, soon inching my way down to the lower floor where once more I heard voices. This time a bit more clearly as they no longer whispered the way they had been doing. And though they had indeed closed the bedroom door, there was a good two inch gap beneath it, the light showing through indicating that they at least had the small bed stand light on.
I felt like a pervert. At the very least an about to be “Peeping Tom,” as I slowly crept towards the door, trying to control my breathing along with everything else. I knelt down next to the door, not quite looking beneath the two inch gap as yet, not willing to risk it yet. But I could hear everything being said very well.
“Are you as horny as I am?” I heard my Aunt asking. Mom giggled. That had been her I’d heard earlier. I swear in all the years, I’d never heard her giggle like that before, or as often.
“Probably more so. But I also know why you’re so horny this evening, and it’s not because of me either!” Mom responded. My Aunt must have made some sort of face, though I couldn’t see it of course. “Don’t give me that look,” mom chuckled once more. “You’re not fooling anyone Susan. I saw what you were looking at earlier. John’s John!” Mom openly laughed once again.
“Oh, and you weren’t?” Susan retorted.
“Didn’t say I wasn’t. I just wasn’t as obvious about it as you were.”
“Oh, but seeing it…thinking about it, didn’t add to your horniness either. Is that what you’re telling me?”
I wish I could have seen mom’s face just then.
“Ah huh…just what I thought,” Aunt Susan stated then. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
“I’ll admit to looking yes. I mean Jesus Susan, John had a fairly noticeable lump there, hard not to wonder what it looks like. I mean after all, it’s been what…six? Seven years now for me? I might be enjoying what we’ve been doing, but it doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize having a real cock inside me you know.”
“You mean fantasizing about having your son’s cock inside you, you’re not fooling me Maxine, I am after all…your sister.”
I almost fell over having heard that. “Mom and my Aunt were checking out my package earlier? And now…actually talking about…about what it might be like to actually fuck me?” I asked myself. And as I did, I felt my cock lurch with arousal as I finally leaned forward placing my cheek at the bottom of the door. But all I could see of course was the bottom of the bed, and their feet on the other side as they finished undressing. Looking around hoping for something…anything, I finally saw something. Mom’s full length dressing mirror. Unfortunately, my Aunt Susan was currently standing in front of it, and so I couldn’t yet see anything more than their legs and feet, though suddenly Aunt Susan stepped out of her shorts and panties that she’d been wearing. And then as she did, slipping up and onto the bed, I finally had a fairly good look at mom as she finished undressing herself. Reaching back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall down the length of her arms. I lay there on the floor watching her in the mirror as she caressed her own breasts, massaging them, even going so far as to tug on her own extended stiff nipples before climbing into bed.
Once more however, I couldn’t see anything, not even with the help of the mirror.
I then heard more giggling, and the sound of a soft buzzing sound seconds after that. “Think he’s this big?” Susan asked.
“I don’t know…maybe,” mom purred as my Aunt no doubt lay there teasing her to some extent with the vibrating toy.
“I bet you’d love to find out wouldn’t you?” Susan pressed. “I bet you’re wishing the tip of his cock was rubbing this hard little clit of yours the way that I am…don’t you?” She asked once more, though mom’s only response was to moan pleasurably.
“I bet your wishing that John’s hard, stiff…swollen cock was sliding into your hot sticky pussy, just like this is…don’t you sweetie?” She pressed again. “Go on, admit it…tell me you want it, tell me you’d love feeling your son’s hard stiff fucking cock sliding inside you right about now.”
“Oh God yes! Yes!” Mom suddenly blurted. “No more than you do!” She then added to that as though that was some sort of a defense. Now Susan laughed.
“Never said I didn’t sweetie. Now then…just lay back and pretend this really is John’s cock fucking you while I make you cum. And then after that…you can fuck me with it while I pretend he’s doing it to me, how’s that sound?”
“Shut up and fuck me!” Mom shot back. “You’ve got me so horny now…I’m ready to climb the walls!”
They weren’t the only one’s who was horny now. I was so damn hard myself at the moment that I was half tempted to open the door and walk in on them as they lay there and damned everything else. Instead, I rolled over onto my back, listening to the sounds of my mother’s orgasm minutes later, joining her there outside the door as I showered myself almost entirely with a nice thick heavy spray of cum cream.
**
Once again everything seemed totally normal in the morning as we gathered around the kitchen table for a light breakfast together. Though I continued to look for any tell-tale signs, there weren’t any. No looks, no secret lingering smiles, touches…nothing. They continued to pretend their relationship was nothing more than it had been during all the years I had grown up with them. I pondered once more what if anything I was eventually going to do or say to either one of them. I knew that I couldn’t continue to pretend I didn’t know myself…and that eventually the truth would come out, and that I’d end up confronting them about it. But how…and when. I simply didn’t know. What I did know, and had come to accept, was the idea or thought of the two of them being together was arousing, like it or not. And on top of that, the fact I now found myself entertaining thoughts regarding the two of them, even though I continued to push those thoughts away every time I found myself thinking about them, was becoming harder and harder for me to do.
It was when mom announced that she had an appointment to get her hair done that an idea came to me. It meant that for a time at least, Aunt Susan and I would be alone in the house together. I wondered then when that happened, IF she might in fact continue her past flirtatious teasing with me with the two of us alone. I decided to give her a little additional incentive, and see if she’d act on it.
I waited until mom had left to get her hair done before announcing the fact that I was heading upstairs to take a shower. They had also mentioned that they wanted to head into town later to do some shopping, which I too needed to do as the few clothes I had brought home with me were hardly appropriate, or in good enough shape to be going out to dinner in. Which is something else they were planning on doing that evening.
“Ok, well…I think I’ll head upstairs and take a shower,” I announced, catching a bit of a sparkle in my aunts eye as I said that. She merely smiled however, nodding her head as I pushed my chair back under the kitchen table and headed upstairs to the bathroom. “Maybe that was a bit too subtle,” I wondered as I quickly discarded my dirty clothes, tossing them in the nearby hamper. I had purposely done so, figuring I’d eventually exit the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel around my waist. I even had a plan for that, figuring that if my Aunt happened to be anywhere’s near around me when I did that, that I’d find a way to “accidentally” let it fall.
I needn’t have worried. I had no sooner stepped into the shower, getting it nice and hot when I heard a quick knock on the bathroom door. Even before I could answer it, I heard the bathroom door opening. I smiled inwardly. Ironically perhaps, the door still didn’t have a working lock on it.
“Thought I’d best bring you in some clean towels,” my Aunt announced.
Once again I found myself smiling as she said that. I knew that the shower glass enclosure was opaque just enough that it fairly well hid everything. Only the hint of my nudity in the shower itself, likewise obscured with the steam would be revealed to her. And with that in mind, I decided to act as nonchalant as possible with her presence there.
“Thank you,” I called out to her, chuckling to myself however, as mom had already placed new clean towels in the room only yesterday.
I felt my cock already starting to grow, though thankful that it wasn’t standing at full mast, turning slightly off to one side, wondering if she could even make out the dangling appendage within the somewhat distorted pattern of the glass within the enclosure. I noticed as I did that, the same vague outline of her as she sat down on the toilet seat.
“Sort of ironic isn’t it?” She suddenly said as she sat there, no doubt looking at me, though again I had to wonder just how much she could make out. Not much since I couldn’t make out any more of her either, though I did step over towards the door just a bit, which I knew would give her somewhat of a more definitive look at me anyway.
“How’s that?” I called back to her.
“Oh you know…the last time we were both in here…I was sitting IN the toilet, rather than on it,” she half-laughed. “Which is one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you…to apologize.”
“No apologies needed,” I answered back. “That was a life-time ago now anyway, and no reason to apologize for it. I was as much at fault as you were.”
“That’s not what I wanted to apologize for,” she then said, surprising and confusing me to some extent.
“For what then?” I now asked.
“I’ll tell you when you come out of the shower. I don’t want to apologize to you through a door…but face to face.”
I wondered then if she would leave and wait for me downstairs to come out. But she didn’t, continuing to sit there on the toilet seat, which told me that she had every intention of actually waiting for me there. Once more I smiled, turning off the shower, I figured if she was bound and determined to see me, I would grant her, her wish. I slid back the door stepping out, her eyes immediately drawn to what I damn well knew she wanted to see as I reached for one of the new clean towels she had waiting for me. I pretended not to notice however, once more trying to act nonchalant about her sitting there as I grabbed the towel, even being bold enough to first towel dry my hair. I knew doing that, it would give her a moment more of an unobstructed view as I did that before facing away seconds later to begin toweling off the rest of my body.
“So…what is it you feel like you need to apologize to me for?” I finally asked facing her though I had now wrapped the large fluffy towel around my waist.
“Like I said…face to face. Come here,” she told me. I turned walking over towards her, now standing in front of her only a foot or so away.
De’ja’vu
“I wanted to apologize for not finishing what I started out doing the last time we were sitting here like this,” she told me. This time I didn’t respond to that, nor did I shy away as she suddenly reached up taking the towel away in one fell swoop. My semi-rigid cock now dangling only inches away in front of her face as she briefly looked up at me, before wrapping her hand around it, drawing me to her. Once more I was forced to take a step in her direction, but this time happily doing so as I felt the warmth of her mouth suddenly surrounding me. She began to suck softly, lightly, enjoying the sensation of my prick rapidly hardening inside her mouth perhaps as she did that.
By now of course, I had certainly experienced several rather exquisite blowjobs by other women, but I had to acknowledge the fact, that once more being given one by my own Aunt, added an additional wicked thrill to the heavenly sensations she was suddenly bringing me. All I could do now was moan in response to her ministrations of my now rock-hard shaft.
My Aunt mewled contentedly as she licked and sucked me, paying particular attention to the very swollen bulbous head of my dick. “Hmm, have to admit John, I don’t remember it being quite this big and this hard the last time,” she giggled slightly before taking a goodly portion of its length deep into her mouth again.
“I don’t think it had time to get as hard the last time as it is now,” I groaned back, once again placing a hand on the top of her head just as I had done the last time. This time I kept my eyes open however, looking down, watching her, enjoying the sensation of seeing her sucking and milking my prick every bit as much as enjoying the sensation of her actually doing it. And as I did that, I was enjoying another view as well. The blouse she had on was low-cut, billowing out just a bit as she leaned forward lavishing my prick. She had either removed, or had purposely not worn a bra. I could clearly see her amazing tits, her hard pink extended nipples clearly revealed. I simply had to touch one. Reaching down, I knew she could feel my hand as it invaded the opening of her shirt, traveling down, and then moments later, encircling, capturing, and then gently kneading one of her soft pliant breasts. Aunt Susan moaned now, just as I was, though seconds later she released me, suddenly standing up.
“I always knew you were a breast man, the way you used to ogle my tits every chance you got.”
“Every chance you gave me,” I shot back, letting her know that I damn well knew she had done so purposely back all those years.
“I enjoyed doing that,” she freely admitted.
“And I enjoyed looking. Though I always wondered if the day would ever come when I’d actually get to touch them.”
“I think…that day has arrived,” she answered reaching down, and then pulling the blouse she had on up and over her head, now revealing those luscious looking tits of hers in all their glory. With her hand once more back on my cock, stroking and playing with it, I leaned forward, capturing one of those magnificent hard nipples of hers within my mouth, sucking it. My hand freely caressing and toying with her other nipple as she placed her hand on the back of my head, holding me against her. “Oh yes…yes, suck it John. Suck that little fucker, make it feel good…make my titties feel really, really good!”
“Oh fuck,” I moaned hearing her say that, not to mention finally and at last…actually getting to fondle and play with those tits of hers. “God, Aunt Sue,” I moaned pleasurably. “Never in a million years did I think I’d ever feel your mouth sucking my cock again, let alone…ever getting to play with these big fat titties of yours,” I said lewdly. She chuckled, rubbing the head of my prick against one of her hard extended nipples now.
“I like it when you talk dirty to me,” she stated. “Just something about doing that huh?” She asked squeezing the head of my dick, producing a nice fat droplet of pre-cum fuck cream which she now smeared against the hard nubbin which she now seemed to almost be trying to force into the slit of my dick head. “I like having two sides of me,” she then added to that. “The sweet, affectionate, prim and proper Aunt everyone else see’s and knows, and the dirty, horny, wanton one that I get to let out every once in a while, that very few know about…including your Uncle Fred, God rest his soul,” she said almost sarcastically. I looked at her curiously.
“I take it…you weren’t as vocal with him?”
“Not hardly John. Your Uncle and I didn’t really have much of an active sex-life. Though I wouldn’t even go so far as to call it that. Once a week, Saturday, just before bed, he’d shove it in a couple of times, cum…and that would be about the extent of it. Needless to say, I became more familiar with a few of my toys…and one or two excursions on the side, in an effort to maintain my sanity, and any assemblance of a happy secure marriage. Don’t get me wrong John, your Uncle was an otherwise good man, a good provider, and even a good friend. But sexually speaking…there wasn’t much pleasure and enjoyment there. You know…I never once gave him a blowjob?”
“You’re kidding me!” I responded back to that. “As good as you do it?” I chuckled out loud. “Shit Susan,” I said dropping the formality. “If I’d been married to you…I’d have been hoping for one of these blowjobs of yours every day of my life!”
She smiled at that. “Well then, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” She grinned further. “Though I will ask you one thing.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“For the time being at least, let’s keep this just between the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not my intention to keep my feelings and desires for you a secret from your mother. But I do want to approach her with all this in my own time and way. Can you agree with that and let me deal with it in the meantime?”
“Sure, no problem,” I told her, though glad to hear that this wasn’t something she wanted to keep and maintain just between the two of us for hopefully too long. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my own desires and affections for her under wraps without eventually giving something away. Though I was curious about her comment regarding this new level in our relationship. From the little I secretly knew…this topic had obviously been brought up before, though I had to wonder if mom knew that her sister would eventually act upon it, as she already had.
“And one more thing,” she began, now placing my prick between both of her well rounded tits, slowly working and moving them up and down my shaft as we stood there. “Your mothers had a much harder time of it too, ever since your dad died. Believe it or not John, she’s a very sexual individual too, with wants and needs the same as any other woman. There’s a lot you don’t know yet, things you need to know…but now is not the time. We’ll talk more on that later. But for now, let me work on the aspect of all that, and in eventually letting her know about all of this,” she told me, once more slithering her breasts up and down my shaft by way of punctuation to that.
“Ok,” I said simply, unable to say much more than that. The pleasurable sensations she was once more bringing to my cock, which was hovering on the edge of release at this point was robbing me of my ability to even speak.
“Now then…where were we?” She asked, and then answered herself. “Oh yes…now I remember. I was sucking your cock. So…how about you give me all that creamy cum of yours? I’ve been dying to taste it!”
I gladly succumbed to the sensations of her talented mouth as she went back to work on me, feeling the tightness in my balls as her other hand now fondled, caressed, and began to coax the boiling cauldron of semen that was contained in them.
“Oh fuck…Sue!” I cried out, feeling the intensity and early warning of my impending release as she drew the tip of my prick even more firmly into her mouth, sucking it almost desperately.
“That’s it baby, that’s it…give it to me…cum for me baby, let your dirty, naughty Aunt have your creamy, nasty fuck juice!”
Needless to say, I gave it to her.
I think it was one of the most intense, longest climaxes I had ever had. I lost count of the number of spurts that I felt skyrocket from the tip of my cock into her mouth as she swallowed it, even to the point where she could no longer keep up with it, allowing some of my juice to roll out of the corners of her mouth, dripping down and splashing against her bare breasts in an obscene display of further decadence. Even when the last throb, the last spurt had left my cock, she now held, rolling my dick back and forth against her hard nipples again, smearing the remnants of my spending around those, licking her lips, looking up and smiling at me.
I smiled back at her, and then said….”Oh by the way, apology accepted!”
All credit to Many Feathers-original writer.Prince Leon. Plz do read Part 2,3&4.

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I Did Knock

This is just a fantasy. I have chatted online with many mothers who “Take Care” of their sons.

My Wife closes big deal

My wife has to complete with a bunch of men in an outside sales position. They don’t play fair with her and try to sabotage her sales efforts. She learned to fight back and has since climbed to the number one sales position. I have teasingly accused my wife of using her feminine enticements to close the really tough deals. She typically just grins and winks at me.

Another Failed Attempt

This couple had been dating for about six months, but the guy had been afraid to make any sexual advances because of his tiny organ.
Finally one night, he gets up his courage, and takes her to a secluded spot in his car.
While they are kissing, he opens his zipper and guides her hand onto his penis.
“No thanks,” the girl says. “You know I don’t smoke.”

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My unknown submissive side

We met at a friend’s birthday party. He was about 6’1″ average looking with short brown hair and in his late 20’s from what I could tell. To be honest, I’m not much of a model either at just past 30 years old, standing at 5’6 and a bit overweight with 36Cs and short brunette hair. Anyway, we got along from the start, he was polite and charming and seemed very mature for his age. I was immediately drawn to him since I had a few bad relationships recently and was in desperate need to have a grown up conversation again. Time flied and before I knew it, it was almost 4am. We were both tired, so we exchanged phone numbers and went home by ourselves.
A few days later, he called me and we arranged to meet at a nearby restaurant. Over the phone he insisted it wasn’t a date and that all he wanted was to have a casual dinner with someone. I obviously agreed and although he said it wasn’t a date, I dressed in my best clothes. By best, I mean formal and respectable, not slutty and revealing. I was tired of my partners “forcing” me to wear those types of clothes for their pleasure, and for some reason I thought he would like this more mature style better anyway.
I got there early, probably from the anticipation of meeting him again and going a bit faster than I normally do. Luckily for me, he was already waiting for me at the entrance. We greeted each other and complimented each other’s attire. We had a great dinner with great, intellectual conversation which was a breath of fresh air for me. By the end of the night, I was completely head over heels for him and didn’t hesitate when he offered to carry on the night at his place.
We got to his apartment, which was nothing fancy, just a single bedroom apartment, but well furnished. He brought out some wine and we continued to chat. Once again, the time flew and it was 2am before I realized it. Somehow, I was incredibly turned on, but not in the “I need sex right now” sort of way, but more in the “I love being with this guy” sort of way. He didn’t even mention sex, which I thought was sort of weird, but again, another breath of fresh air to finally meet a guy who wasn’t driven by his cock. When he saw the time and me yawning, he offered to drive me home. I was taken by surprise to be honest, since I was expecting to “sleep over” at his place. I declined his offer however, and drove home myself.
When I got home, I just had to masturbate. I had a incredibly strong orgasm thinking about how much I loved this man. I fell asleep soon after, but still dreamt about him all night. When I woke up in the morning, I still couldn’t get him out of my head. I couldn’t wait to see him again.
The next day, he called me saying he wanted to see me again. I again agreed without hesitation and we agreed for him to meet me at my place.
He arrived around 7pm and we once again sat on the couch and talked for hours. Soon after 10pm, he finally brought up something more sexual in nature. He wanted to know how I like to dress. Seemed like a fairly routine question, so I said I like comfortable clothes, but I don’t mind showing some skin if that’s when he was looking to find out. So in response he asked what about my underwear preferences. I told him its mostly just normal panties with a few thongs. Then he really surprised me by telling me to get all my underwear and bring them to him. I was shocked initially, but was too turned on by him to say no.
I said “ok” and went to my room. I put all my bra and panties into a basket and brought them into the living room. Then he told me to lay them out on the carpet in order from least favorite to favorite, starting with the panties. I was beginning to like this more and more for some reason, and obediently began laying out all the panties like he wanted. It took a few minutes, but eventually I was happy with the order. Then he told me to match any bra’s to their corresponding panties and order the rest in the same manner. Again, I did what he asked without hesitation. Once I was done, he asked if I was sure that I was done and happy with my selection, to which I answered a hesitant yes, since it sounded like a trick question.
After a short pause, he asked if I was wearing any underwear. The realization hit me that it was a trick question since I was wearing both a bra and thong. I looked at him and with shame said that I did. He didn’t seem to displeased and told me to lay it out as well then. I was not exactly sure how to take them off, so taking the conservative approach, I took of my panties from under my skirt and undid my bra and took it out under my top. I placed them in the 2 lines of underwear in their place and stood next to them, waiting for my next assignment. There were about 20 pairs of bra and panties and for some reason, I was not embarrassed at all at him seeing them.
He told me that I did a good job, but that I won’t be needing the rest of my clothes. By now I was totally under his control and slowly took off my top first and then slid out of my skirt. He seemed relatively pleased at my obedience, which made me incredibly happy inside. Next, he told me to go to my computer and find a porn video, of no more than 10 minutes, which I like to masturbate to.
I walked into my room and began searching for something that both I would like and hopefully he would to. I heard him go out the front door, but I continued to search. I finally found a video to his specifications which involved a young girl being tied to a bed and fucked with her toys and then by the male in the video.
He came into my room and told me to kneel under my desk. I immediately did what he ordered as he sat down. He told me that I know what to do, so that I should do it. I proceeded to take down his pants from under the desk and take out his 7″ semi hard cock. I first stroked it and played with his balls to get it fully hard. Then I proceeded to use my mouth and give the most dedicated blow job of my life. As I heard him watching the video, he would slow me down every few minutes, presumably so that he didn’t cum.
When the video ended, he told me to kneel in the middle of the room. I crawled to the spot he instructed to and knelt down. He told me that I have to make him cum and then make sure to get it all on my face. So I once again began sucking on his hard cock and going as fast as I could. After a short while, he said that he’s about to cum, so I took it into my hand and continued to stroke him in front of my face. He started to cum and I closed my eyes so that the cum didn’t land in them. He shot about 3 strong spurts, followed by a dribble which I felt on my chin.
He then said that I must rub it all over my face and that I’m not allowed to wash it off until tomorrow morning. I began rubbing his cum all over my face, while he got dressed. Once I was done, I looked up at him and he said sternly, “you’re not allowed to cum until I give you permission, understand”. I nodded and said, “yes sir”. He smiled and left the room and then the my house.
I was feeling a million emotions while I heard the door close and realizing what had just happened. Most of which was the kind of arousal I have never felt before, the other noticeable one being of humiliation of being treated like that and still kneeling with his cum rubbed into my face. Then the surprise hit me when I realized I let it all happen, and very willingly at that.
I walked into the living room again, to find that all my underwear was gone. I was confused at first, but quickly realized that he took them and obviously didn’t want me wearing any. The thought of that made aroused once again, but I was afraid that if I touched myself, I would cum. So I refrained from doing so and went to bed, with the smell of cum as I fell asleep.
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Just a bus ride…Honest 4

Ok, guys, after a 2 hour wait that felt like 12 hours….its finally here! as always, read the parts before, no sex blah blah, and yes, this part does not make medical sense so sue me, i’m not a doctor 🙂 enjoy!

Violating Angel

A few months after our first night with the Angel she began school. She lived over an hour away so when Brendon would bring her to visit it was a special treat. Most times he would just take her up to his room and lock the door. All we would hear through the cracks in the floorboards were her pitiable cries. On rare occasions he would invite us up to watch and masturbate while we all took turns with the Angel. It was cute in a way. She knew what was coming; yet we in turn knew that she was too afraid to leave and we used this to our advantage.
We would play games with her. Psychological and Sociological mind tricks that broke our Angels spirit so as she would never leave us. We would tie her up almost completely naked (with the exception of her bra and panties); and hover over her. Laughing as she squeezed her eyes shut when we would pretend to be breach her. We would also let her fall asleep and just before her mind completely shut off we would enter the room and quietly position ourselves over her.
By the time she was 16 our Angel was much taller, standing at 5’6” she had pretty well fully developed. She had filled out, her waist was still slim and her breast had finished off with a nice D. She gave up crying when we would entertain her and we decided to stop tying her hands up.
One night we heard the Angel start to take a shower and we walked up the stairs. Brendon met us at the top of the stairs and told us to get the camera ready in the bedroom.
After we were done setting up, he came in carrying the Angels clothing.
“Ok guys, disperse yourselves!” He smiled.
The Video
Brendon hid in the closet just before the Angel entered the door in nothing but a plush blue towel her wet hair sticking to her back and neck. She leaned over the bed to get her clothes where she ‘forgot them’ and dropped the towel before getting dressed. She pulled her bra and underwear on first and as she was pulling her shorts on Brendon snuck out of the closet and grabbed her from behind.
He put his hand over her mouth and drug her onto the bed. She arched and pulled away as Brendon pulled a pair of scissors off the bedside table and cut her underwear off. He must of gotten her leg because she screamed and her body spasmed. But that didn’t stop our Brendon as he thrust into the Angel rapid fire. He pulled out and slammed back even harder. He bit her neck and shoulders as he released inside of her.
This past year our Angel grew daring and told Brendon that she was in love with someone from her school. She also informed us that this person was also a girl. Livid by the audacity of the Angel, Brendon grabbed her by the throat and began yelling.
“You ungrateful bitch! I spend my time trying to please your needs and when I didn’t think I was enough I let my friends fuck you to try and get you off; and you never appreciate it!” With this he threw her into the mirror that donned the closet door.
Incensed he jumped on top of her and tore her clothes off. He pinned her down and we could hear her screams echoing through the walls of the house. He screwed her harder than anything she’d ever taken before. She arched up and grabbed Brendon’s shoulders so that she didn’t have to keep lying in the glass shards.
After this night Brendon came up with a set of rules. The first of which was that she was never allowed to communicate with that bitch from her school ever again. But the poor Angel didn’t listen.
One night while the Angel was lying in his room, Brendon took her phone from her jacket and checked out her text messages. When he realized who most of them were from he got furious. Apparently the Angel was talking to this girl behind his back and he didn’t like that very much.
He messaged the girl from the Angels phone and she seemed extremely flirtatious. She started asking questions trying to get intimate details from our Angel. The question that Brendon lost it at was “What turns you on the most?”
He told us to meet him upstairs in half an hour.
We heard screaming, and crashing. Then we waited; when the half hour was up we walked up the stairs into the bedroom.
The Angel was lying on the bed her hands tied above her head. She was unconscious from what we could tell and her abdomen was covered in cuts and bruises. He was standing by the door waiting for us.
“Chris I want you to fuck her as hard as you can.” Brendon said with a stern look in his eyes.
Without hesitating I took off my clothes and climbed onto the bed.
I lined myself up and thrust in. I set a menacing pace and it was a few minutes until she woke up; she let out a pain-filled moan as I rocked her lithe body. The next thing I knew Brendon was standing next to the Angel.
He pulled his hard penis out of his pants and told her what she was to do with it. When she refused he punched her in the face.
He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him.
“Do it or I’ll kill you!” He threatened.
She opened her mouth and he smashed his penis into her throat. While he was thrusting into her throat and I was fucking her tight cunt: he looked into her face and asked her “Does this turn you on most?”.
That night we all fucked the Angel harder than we ever thought possible, and that night our poor Angel got pregnant.

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The Drive-in Movie

I wanted to make it exicitng for my daughter and her friend to enjoy a movie from a car before the venue closed for good. I was surprised how much secret fun it could be when her friend made it beyond exciting for me!

Aratheon: Wicked Witch of the Woods

Hey all! This is my first Aratheon story. There will be more. It contains a witch with a dick and a traveler with a butt. You can do the math. Haha. It’s a Halloween Special! So enjoy it! Also leave a review and comment below if you liked it or if you didn’t leave some feedback on how I can improve.