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1,352 | Blossom: First Date | "Sure, I understand," Nick said into the phone. "No, no hard feelings. Well, nice talking to you."
"Shot down again, huh?" His son Anthony came ambling in from the kitchen.
"Yeah," Nick said, "and thanks for the sympathy. Hey, are you doing anything Saturday night? Maybe we could rent a video, or..."
"Sorry, Dad, no dice. I've got to work." Anthony plopped down in front of the TV as Nick's other son, Joey, came through the front door. "Hey, Joey," Anthony called out. "Dad struck out with some woman again. You busy Saturday night?"
"Uh, no," Joey said. "Why?"
"To go out with Dad," Anthony explained patiently.
"Oh. Uh, I'm busy."
"But Joey," Nick broke in. "You just said you were free!"
"Uh -- something came up?"
Not waiting for the rest, Joey ducked into the kitchen.
Just then Nick's daughter, Blossom, came down the stairs. She was about 16, just on the verge of true womanhood. She hid a developing body in an agglomeration of bits and pieces of old clothes, but her growing breasts and slender legs were becoming too noticeable to be hidden. Nick had done the best he could raising her on his own these last few years since the divorce, but secretly he feared he hadn't done enough. Was she ready for adulthood -- and adult relationships? One son was a recovering addict, another was -- not to put it too bluntly -- dumb as a rock. Blossom was his last hope.
Luckily, he thought to himself, she never seemed to realize how much hope and concern he had invested in her; she was almost always cheerful, easy-going, ready for anything.
"Hi, Dad," she called out, heading for the door. "I gotta..."
"Blossom!" he cut in. "Are you..."
"Watch out," Anthony interrupted. "Dad got stiffed again. He's..."
"Again?" Blossom edged closer to the door. "Look, I've really gotta go..."
"Doing anything Saturday night?" Nick finished.
"Looking for someone to go out with him," Anthony said.
"Out to meet Six," Blossom answered as she slipped out the door. "See ya!"Blossom seemed like a pro at it, he thought; even as he went along with it, he knew she was carefully guiding their conversation, keeping it happy, trying to boost his spirits. She seemed so mature in these surroundings.
Maybe, he thought, maybe it was because seeing her outside of the house meant seeing her outside of all the accumulated memories of her childhood. In such an adult setting, he was finally able to see his daughter as an adult -- or, he reminded himself, almost an adult.
He tried to tell her that, but the words seemed to trip over themselves, and he couldn't get them out right. Trying to make his point, he reached across the table and took her slim hand in his. It started out as just a momentary gesture, but his hand lingered on hers. He felt her downy skin, the pulse beating just below the surface. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, neither spoke.
"Ahem." It was the waiter, bringing their main courses. Nick took his hand away, slowly. The conversation lagged as they ate.
Halfway through dessert, Blossom suddenly whispered to her father. "Psst. That couple to your right. Don't look now! The ones having the lasagna."
Nick lifted his napkin up to his face, using it as a shield while he snuck a peek. A middle-aged couple surrounded by a forest of empty wine bottles and glasses looked away quickly as his eyes caught theirs.
"What is it?" he whispered to his daughter. "What are they doing?"
Blossom leaned over the table, keeping her voice low. Her young breasts pressed against the top of her dress as she bent forward, and her pendant dangled just above her pasta.
"They've been staring at us all night. You know what I think?" She winked.
"What?"
"I bet they think I'm your date, not your daughter." She smiled. "From the looks on their faces now, I'm almost sure of it!"
Nick leaned back, blushing. He was a bit embarrassed, but Blossom seemed to take it as a great joke.
"You know," she said as the waiter picked up Nick's credit card, "we could really drive them crazy. You want to?"
Nick smirked. This was the Blossom he always knew, the one who loved to pull the leg of stuffy people. With only a passing thought about pulling a practical joke in such a fancy place, he nodded his assent. "What do we do?"
"Just follow my lead," she said. The waiter brought the check back then; Nick signed off with a generous tip and rose from the table.
Blossom slid out of her side. As she did, her skirt rode up, and a slit opened wide, giving the couple at the next table a clear view of her luscious legs. She tugged on Nick's shoulder as he started to turn for the door. He turned back to her, and Blossom reached up and flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.
It was no father-daughter kiss. She opened her mouth and pressed it to his lips, slipping her tongue inside. He felt her body pressed closely to his, her breasts squashed against his chest, one of her legs wrapped around his. His arms surrounded her, and his hands met on the bare, warm skin of her back. Blossom held the kiss for a full minute, her hands tangling in his hair.
At last, they broke their embrace. "Thanks for the dinner, Daddy," Blossom said in a stage whisper as they passed the obviously shocked couple.
Nick's mind was awhirl. To his own shock, he realized he now had an erection, his hard cock pressing against his pants. He hastily buttoned up his sports coat, hoping it would cover up the bulge. For a fraction of a second, he had forgotten Blossom was his daughter and had become lost in a passionate kiss with a very lovely young woman. Now, realizing what he had done, Nick was in a daze.
Somehow he made his way to the car. As he opened the door for her, Blossom pecked him on the cheek -- a very daughterly thing to do. By the time he'd gotten in on his side, he'd almost convinced himself he was exaggerating what had gone before. He felt his erection subsiding as he slipped his key into the ignition and started up the engine. Then he looked over at his daughter. She was looking out the passenger window, the light from a passing car throwing her into silhouette. Nick smiled at the familiar profile. But then his eyes went down, down to her chest, where he could see her breasts heaving. It wasn't just him, he knew then.
And as the car passed and his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw the smooth curves of Blossom's silky legs. He closed his eyes briefly. His erection was back.
Suppressing his stormy emotions, Nick opened his eyes again and pulled out of the parking spot. "Good food, don't you think?" he said, an artificial brightness making his voice brittle.
"Hmm? Oh, yes," Blossom said, still staring out her window. She seemed far away.
"Yes, good food," Nick repeated.
They didn't say another word while they drove across town to the theater, got their tickets, and settled into a back row in the crowded screening room.
The lights dimmed, but it took a few minutes, while the trailers zipped past, for the audience to quiet down. The theater was hushed by the time the feature was underway. It was a romance -- Blossom had picked it out, of course -- filled with lingering moments and tight embraces.
Nick became aware, little by little, of a subtle scent of roses. He bent closer to Blossom -- yes, it was her perfume. She noticed the movement and bent toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. Nick watched as the light from the screen cast a flickering halo around Blossom's long brown hair. Each strand seemed to catch the light a different way, lending a sultry sheen to her appearance.
A man from further down the row bumped past then. "Excuse me! Pardon me!" Nick and Blossom settled back into their seats after he passed.
On the screen, it grew cold and wintry as the lovers struggled to make a go of it. The sound of the wind rushing through the cracks in their hovel seemed to fill the theater, and soon everyone in the audience was shivering along with the actors. Nick put his arm around Blossom's shoulder and drew her close.
She burrowed into his side. He felt his heart thump loudly and was amazed that everyone else in the theater didn't turn around and tell him to shush.
Nick's hand was resting on Blossom's bare arm. Then she shifted slightly, and his hand slipped in between her arm and her side. Instinctively he flexed his fingers and felt her warm flesh give a little. The feeling was familiar. His eyes staring straight ahead, Nick realized with a thud that he was groping his daughter's breast. His cock grew harder, and he squirmed a bit.
Blossom made no move to get away. It seemed to Nick that his hand didn't belong to him anymore. Without conscious direction, it followed the sensuous curve of Blossom's firm mound. His fingers moved slowly, tenderly across the velvet. A prickle of electricity shot up Nick's arm as they strayed off the material and onto her skin in the deep valley between her breasts. Her pendant slipped over his fingers as they explored further.
"Sorry! Coming through!" The man from down the aisle worked his way back past them, a huge tub of popcorn and a vat of soda clutched to his body. This time when he passed, Nick and Blossom remained linked.
Nick's cock was rock-hard now, squeezed so tightly by his slacks that the pain was intense. Suddenly he felt the pressure ease. As he looked down, a small, pale hand was unzipping his fly.
Nick licked his lips.
A small voice within him continued to tell him it was wrong. But the memory of his daughter's hot, burning kiss was stronger. As the lopsided battle went on with his conscience, Blossom spread apart the flap of his briefs and tugged his dick free.
Nick sighed at the relief as his massive erection sprang out. While he tenderly caressed Blossom's breasts, his young daughter grasped his shaft and began to rub. Slowly, at first. He felt her fingers slide over the wide helmet and down the rod, tugging slightly at the dry skin stretched tight by his hard-on. Soon, though, a few drops of pre-cum oozed out of the tip, and she rubbed them down, lubricating his shaft as she began to speed up her ministrations.
She was using only her thumb and forefinger to circle his cock. Nick bent down and whispered in her ear. "Use your whole hand, sweetheart. Oh, yes, like that. Honey, you know I love you. You're making your father very happy now. Oh, sweetheart!"
Blossom, her head still buried in his side, murmured back, "Is it really good, Dad? Am I doing it all right?"
"You're doing it perfect, Blossom," Nick cooed. "Just ... just ... oohhhhhhhh!"
Two spurts, then a third, and the cum boiled out of him, erupting out the tip of his cock and flowing down over Blossom's hand. She continued to rub until he pushed her hand away.
Taking his arm from her side, Nick reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to his daughter.
But Blossom lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes. Then she put her hand to her mouth, the hand glistening with Nick's cum, and licked the fingers clean, one by one. After she had finished, Nick bent down and kissed her. The taste of his own salty cum in his daughter's mouth was incredibly erotic, and his cock began to stiffen slightly.
Just then the credits began to roll, and the house lights came up slowly. Nick stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped them hastily.
Nick weaved slightly as they walked out to the parking lot; he felt unsteady and uncertain and very confused.
Blossom clung closely to him, but the crowd was everywhere, and it wasn't until they were both in the car that he felt it safe to talk.
"Blossom..." he began."You first," she said at last.
Nick began by looking at her, but found it easier to turn away and stare out the windshield. He took a deep breath.
"Blossom, I -- I'm sorry for what happened in there. I let things get out of control. It's my fault. I -- Can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?"
Blossom put a hand on his arm. Nick flinched.
"Dad, it's not your fault. You can't help what happened. It was me. I -- I don't know. Maybe I got caught up in the movie. All I know is that I love you and ..."
"I love you, too, Blossom. But you know we can't..."
"I know!"
Nick could hear her sobbing quietly, but Nick still kept his eyes straight ahead. His fingers were curled so tightly around the steering wheel that the knuckles were a ghostly white.
"It's wrong." Even to Nick, his words sounded cold and flat. "It's just wrong. Blossom, I'm your father. I should know better. But when I saw you tonight, so beautiful, so -- so sexy, I -- NO! No, I can't do that! I can't say that! There's no excuse!" His head fell onto the steering wheel. "Oh, God, what have I done?"
"Dad?" Blossom put her arm around him. "Dad, I -- maybe I wanted something to happen. I knew what this dress was like. And in the restaurant -- well, you know. I have to admit I've wondered for a long time what it would be like to kiss you like that. I've never kissed a boy like that -- well, except for one, once, but that was just to see what it was like. And it wasn't -- like it was with you.
"So it's my fault, Dad. Oh, please, don't hate me!"
"Hate you?" Nick turned toward her. He saw the tracks of her tears running down her smooth cheeks. "Honey, I love you. I really do. I always -- always ..."
Nick bent forward. The words were still dying on his lips when he kissed the tears from her cheeks. But then he went on, to her mouth. Their tongues met. A flame rose high within him. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her against his chest. He felt her heartbeat pounding madly. Eagerly, hungrily they kissed.
All hesitation and doubt had left him. There was room for just one emotion in his mind, and that was a deep, abiding, erotic love for this nubile goddess in his arms.
Their embrace lasted long after the other cars had left the lot. Finally they broke it off. With trembling hands, Nick put the car into gear and drove off.
What now, he thought? Now that I am madly in love with my own daughter?
It was Blossom who made the next choice.
"Turn here," she said softly. "At the light."
Nick swung the car to the right. Within a few blocks they had left the bright lights of the main road behind them. He looked around. It had been awhile since he'd been in this part of town, and he wasn't sure where they were heading. The street lights were few and far between now.
"There, off to the right. See, between those two posts?"
Dimly he made out a rutted path. The headlights picked out a narrow, rugged lane that went into the brush for a hundred feet or so and then stopped in a dark, secluded clearing.
He turned to Blossom. "Where are we?"
"The kids at school told me about this place," she said quietly. "They use it for -- well, special occasions. I've never been here myself. I guess I never had a special occasion - until now."
Blossom's fingertips brushed Nick's neck as she helped him off with his sports coat. The steering wheel jabbed him in the side as he twisted.
"Maybe we should ..." Blossom said, motioning with her eyes to the back seat.
She and Nick got out on opposite sides of the car. Blossom quickly opened the rear door on her side and slid in.
Nick, though, closed the driver's door and then let his body sag against the car's frame. The enormity of what he was about to do seemed to concentrate itself into a roar in his head like a massive wave breaking over the shore. I can't, he told himself.
There was a tap at the window. He looked in. Blossom crooked a finger at him. He got in.
The young girl slid back to her side of the car. While Nick loosened his tie and undid his belt buckle, Blossom slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder and reached behind her back to pull down the short zipper.
Tugging his shirt out of his slacks, Nick found his thoughts hopelessly tangled. In his mind's eye he saw Blossom growing up -- a babe in arms, a little girl taking her first bike ride, a kid singing along with him. But when he looked up he saw something else: a lovely maiden lowering her dress, exposing a pair of exquisite breasts. The thin moonlight rippling through the branches made speckled patterns on her pale skin, revealing now and again the small, dark circles at the peak of each breast, the darker nubbins protruding from them.
Nick fumbled off his shoes and socks, then slid off his slacks and briefs. Blossom reached out, her dress still half-on, and caressed his chest.
And then she wiggled out of the dress. As it slumped to the floor, she reached down and peeled off her pantyhose.
Even in the dim light, Nick could make out the dark patch of hair, the voluptuous swell of her hips.
He moved toward her, stretching out on the bench seat. His hand fluttered above her body, tracing out every curve and hollow. They kissed, tenderly, and then he moved down, nuzzling her neck, working his way to Blossom's perfect orbs. With soft, butterfly kisses he surrounded them, until at last he reached the summit. Then greedily he suckled his daughter's nipples, taking them into his mouth, biting gently at their sensitive skin.
Blossom moaned, deeply, and writhed beneath him.
Nick's hand followed the swoop of her torso down to her thighs. He ran the back of his hand over the soft skin, moving with each pass closer and closer to her virgin treasure. Blossom opened herself to him, spreading her legs apart.
Nick savored every second, every touch, every sensation. Never in his life, he thought, had he seen such a perfect body. Never had love and lust mingled so intoxicatingly.
His fingers brushed against the crinkly hair of his daughter's pubic mound, and then slid down to her labia. He was delighted to find them already slick. Tenderly he spread them, slipping a finger inside, running it up and down her lubricated slit.
"Yesss," Blossom sighed, spreading her legs further apart.
Nick explored deeper into his daughter, pressing on until he came to the maidenhead. A frisson of joy reverberated in his head. Still a virgin! For a second some almost dead part of him called out to let her remain so. But this felt so right.
His thumb found the little button of her clitoris and Blossom shrieked for a second. Her breath was coming in gulps now as he manipulated her clitoris and extended two fingers into her opening.
"I want you," Blossom gasped. "I want you in me now, Daddy!"
Nick shifted, rolling over so that his hips rested between hers. He felt the underside of his cock rub against her pubic patch, scratching delicately at the sensitive shaft.
"We don't -- we don't have to do anything you don't want to," he whispered to her. "I want you, honey, but if we're going too fast, it's not too late."
"No! I want you!" she insisted. "Please, please, put it in me!"
Nick let the head of his cock slide down to the hot, wet entrance to his daughter's tunnel. Blossom immediately began to buck up at him.
He held back, letting his cock ride up and down the slick folds. He wanted her first time to be as special, as gentle, as perfect as he could make it. Still holding his cock outside her, Nick bent down and kissed Blossom. She kissed him back hard, inflamed with lust.
Ever so slightly, ever so cautiously he pressed his cock into her. The hot folds spread apart easily, opening -- blossoming, even -- to accept his engorged rod.
With the helmet not quite all the way in, Nick pulled back again. Blossom answered with a quiet growl. "You're teasing me," she protested.
"Love isn't something to be rush, Blossom," Nick told his daughter. "It's like a fine wine. You should approach it slowly. Explore it from every angle. Sip at it lightly, then savor the taste." As he spoke, he again slid his cockhead into her. This time he let the helmet pop all the way in, but held it there.
"What if I want to gulp it?" Blossom said. He could hear the smile in her voice.
"There will be time for that later," he said. "But now, honey, this might hurt a bit."
"I know," she said. "But I'm -- I'm ready."
Nick covered her mouth with his as he pressed his cock up to her maidenhead. The thin tissue held. He thrust once, twice, a third time, and then felt it tear away, allowing his cock to slide all the way in.
Her vagina was tight, tighter than he'd ever had before. He felt every inch inside her, and it was hard to resist the urge to begin driving his shaft in and out immediately.
But Blossom was biting her lip, and a tear or two glistened in the corners of her eyes.
She must have sensed his fear. "It wasn't too bad," she whispered.
That eased Nick's fears, but he still was afraid to move. After a few moments, Blossom moved her hips under him, urging him on. Still he didn't dare.
His daughter put her lips to his ear and whispered softly.
"Fuck me, Daddy."
With a groan, Nick eased his raging hard-on out of Blossom's cunt and plunged it back in.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, her hands clawing at his naked back. "Yes, more!"
Nick complied with her request, driving his rod in and out of her no longer virginal tunnel.On each upstroke, he would lift almost completely out, so he could get the delight of feeling her tight lips spread open before his pressure again and again.
Fucking his daughter, her hole so tight, but her body so willing, made him feel like a teenager again himself, like he was experiencing his own first fuck. He tried out different rhythms, he wiggled his cock from side to side—though there wasn't much room to maneuver—he even inserted a finger in her anus and felt the pressure of his shaft through her asshole's wall.
Through it all, Blossom kept up a running commentary, complimenting his technique, suggesting new angles, screaming her joy. Her mother had been almost silent in bed, especially toward the end; this was a new and wonderful experience for Nick. Blossom's encouragement—especially, he found, the unusual thrill of hearing her use language he never thought she knew—magnified his ecstasy.
"Fuck me harder," the young girl moaned. "I want your cock in me all the way. Please, please, push it in! Harder!"
With her vaginal secretions easing the way, Nick increased the tempo, faster, faster, pistoning his rod into her eager cunt until he felt a boiling in his loins.
"Oh, God, Blossom, I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "I'd better pull out!"
"No, no! I'm on the Pill! Put it all in me!" She was a wildcat, scratching at his sides as she bucked furiously. "I want it all!"
And then Nick felt the cum explode out of him, a hot jet of jism surging into his daughter. He pressed his mouth to hers as the cum poured out.
Blossom kept humping her hips, trying for more and more. Nick's cock quivered under her attack; it had grown so sensitive after the orgasm that every touch was a delicious agony. He pounded his fists into the car's upholstery as his daughter fought to push him into her cunt.
At last, Nick's rod began to shrink, until just the tip was still clutched in her vaginal lips. He raised himself on his arms and tried to move away.
"Oh, no, you don't," Blossom said with a smirk. She had wrapped her legs around his, holding him in place.
"I can't do any more," Nick protested. "That's it!"
"Maybe not," Blossom purred as she licked his sweaty neck. "Are you sure?"
Nick thought he was, but now his daughter was caressing his shaft with her cunt, bucking up at it in short, sharp movements. To his amazement, his cock began to grow again. A third time in one night? That was a record for him, he knew.
But Blossom seemed to take it for granted. God, what a devil he had, Nick thought.
Obeying his cock's urgings, he resumed the in-and-out motions, sliding through his daughter's pillowy tunnel. She sighed as she matched him stroke for stroke.
It didn't last long this time. Nick's cock quickly grew larger, thicker, pressing against the tight walls. "Oh, God, Dad," Blossom said. "It's even better! Oh, please, please, take it slow. That's it!"
Nick played her cunt like a violin, running his bow over the strings of his daughter's cunt. It built and built to a crashing crescendo as again he felt his cum boil up.
And this time Blossom joined in his cries. "I'm cumming," she moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stooooopppppppp!" As the jism pulsed out of his cock, Nick felt Blossom stiffen and then suddenly release like a spring, and again, and again. Her wild flailing milked every drop of cum from his cock until at last she was still and he slipped his shrunken rod out of her, still cuddling her to him as the sweat cooled their bodies.
"Dad?" Blossom whispered in his ear.
"Yes, honey?"
"I'm free next Saturday." | 5 |
1,358 | HypnoTV: The X-Files | "Are they ready?"
"I'd prefer more time with them."
"We're running out of time. Are they ready?"
"I suppose so. Keywords and instructions installed."
"Tonight. Mulder first. Then Scully."
"Got it."
The office was quiet when Fox Mulder got in. Of course, the office was always quiet. Being located in the basement of the FBI building in Washington guaranteed a bit of privacy. Mulder liked it. It gave him time to think, away from all the skeptics and doubters above him. Today, he had another reason for his privacy. Her name was Dana Scully.
It had hit Mulder in the middle of the night, shortly after he'd woken up to a wrong number. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, he had come to the conclusion that he wanted Scully. Bad. It had taken a while for the attraction to come to this point, but Mulder knew he had to have Scully. The problem was how.
He had to see if Scully wanted the same thing. But Mulder's self-esteem was low to say the least. Coming right out and asking Scully if she loved him wasn't the best way to approach the situation. At the same time, he couldn't just take her and rape her on the desk. So, with the quirky intelligence that made him such a good investigator, Mulder came up with an acceptable compromise. Like many of his theories, it was pretty wild, but it made perfect sense to him.
He looked up as she came into the room. Mulder used to think it was impossible for a woman to be sexy dressed in a business suit, but Dana Scully managed it. The gray suit contrasted perfectly with her beautiful face and short red hair. Those green eyes focused on him and gave him the same thrill they always did. "So, what's on the hit parade this morning?" she asked in her cool professional tone.
Mulder smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "Skinner's sending us an assignment later," he said. "In the meantime, Forhike gave me a birthday present to give you."
Scully rolled her eyes. "I swear to God, if he superimposed my head on naked women again..."
"I had to promise him I'd show it to you," Mulder said. He pulled out a disk and slipped it into a nearby computer bank. "Now close your eyes."
Scully gazed at him doubtfully. Then, somehow suspecting she was going to regret this, she complied. His grin broader, Mulder opened the disk and hit a few keys. "Okay, now open them."
Scully opened her eyes to a dazzling multi-colored wheel spinning on the screen. Instantly captivated, she watched as the wheel turned, the spiral keeping up the pace. Any doubts she had slowly vanished as she continued to watch the wheel turn, the colors shifting at every rotation, flying into her eyes. Waves of light poured from the screen and onto her face.
Mulder had gotten his inspiration from a case in the past. He knew that Scully was resistant to voluntary hypnosis and would probably had stood up to a normal induction method of Mulder's. A year before, Scully had inadvertently become a victim of a brainwashing scheme using subminimal messages hidden in TV signals. A hypnotic effect had caused her to believe Mulder was the enemy and had almost killed him. Now, a variation of that program was working before her.
For the first time in his life outside of a crime scene, Mulder was glad he couldn't see red. His red-green color blindness had protected him from the signals in the tapes and now made him resistant to the wheel. Scully, with her regular eyesight, was easy prey. Mulder could see her facial muscles relax and her mind open to the subminimal messages that he had programmed into the disk.
*Sleep. Sleep. Obey. Sleep and obey. Mulder. Sleep and obey Mulder. Sleep. Obey. Sleep and obey Mulder. Sleep. Obey. Mulder.*
Scully's eyes shut as her head slumped forward. Mulder paused, uncertain for a moment. Then, a calm overtook him as he realized it had worked. Scully was under. Mulder shut off the computer, removing the disk. He slowly moved his chair across from Scully. "Dana?" he asked quietly. "Can you hear me?"
"..Yes.."
"Dana, will you trust me?"
"..Yes.."
"Dana, will you obey me?"
"..Yes.."
"Dana, how do you feel about Fox Mulder?"
"..Friend..He's my partner..I..I love him."
Mulder closed his eyes, trying not to cry out in joy. His suspicions confirmed, he could proceed with a much lighter load on his conscience. "Dana, do you dream of Mulder?"
"..Yes.."
"What does he do in your dreams? What would you like to have him do to you?"
"..I want him..to eat me out..Eat my pussy and squeeze my tits."
*Damn, I never knew she had it in her* Mulder thought in surprise. He looked at that gorgeous face and decided to make Scully's dreams reality. "Lift up your skirt, Dana, and dream of Mulder. Relax and dream."
Scully slowly hitched up the hem of her suit. Mulder got onto his knees and moved forward. He looked up Scully's skirt, seeing her dark panties. He moved in, his head vanishing in her dress. There was enough light for Mulder to see the hairs of Scully's pussy peeking out from her panties. *What do you know? She really is a natural redhead* He moved in, fingering aside the satin fabric and smelling Scully's lips. He took a quick stab with his tongue, tasting Scully's nectar, hearing her moan in reply. He began licking in earnest, his tongue lovingly massaging her clit. He licked harder and faster, his tongue absorbing the sweet taste of her juices. His hands moved up her body, onto her breasts. Squeezing the mounds, he used them as a handhold as he continued his licking frenzy.
Scully was moaning softly by now, her voice audible down the hall, if anyone had been there. Her breathing became more heavy as Mulder continued. Her entire body tensed as she released her juices onto Mulder's face, bringing a cry from both of them.
Mulder quickly pulled his head out, wiping Scully's juices away. He used the same handkerchief to clean Scully and hurriedly rearranged her clothes. He sat back down in his seat. "Dana, in a moment, I will snap my fingers and you will wake up. You will not remember anything that has occurred since you entered this office. You will not be able to recall anything. You will feel refreshed and relaxed. And your feelings for Fox Mulder will intensify. Remember that, but nothing else." Settling back in his chair, Mulder snapped his fingers.
Scully's eyes blinked open and focused on Mulder. "Sorry, Mulder, I must've blanked out for a minute. What did you say?"
Praying that his look of thanks wasn't evident, Mulder got up. "Skinner wants us upstairs for an assignment. Maybe we'll go somewhere dry this time."
"I hope so. Cutting up bodies is tougher when they've been soaking in a swamp.""But doesn't that take the fun out of it, Scully?"
Before she could reply, the phone rang. Mulder picked it up. He stood for a moment, then closed his eyes and opened them. He hung up without a word. "Who was that?" Scully asked.
"Hm? Oh, I don't know. They hung up as soon as I answered. Sounds kind of suspicious."
"Mulder, you're suspicious of your own shadow."
"Yes, you notice how it's always following me?"
"How'd it go?"
"His memory's been erased. Ready for Stage Two."
"Tonight. You know where."
The duo's latest case was less intense than some others. They were investigating a series of abductions in Minnesota. Four teenage girls had been taken from their homes in the same night. All four were found lying in the middle of a field the next morning. Mulder, naturally, leapt to the conclusion of alien involvement. Scully, naturally, rolled her eyes and tried looking for a more straightforward explanation.
The afternoon was filled with interviews with the abductees. At Mulder's insistence, each one was hypnotized but could offer no other information to shed light. It was as if their minds had completely shut off during their missing time.
It was late when the two finally got back to their hotel room, exhausted after a long day. Because of overbooking, the two had to get a room together, with twin beds. It was a little tough, but they managed. Mulder immediately collapsed onto his bed, fully clothed. Although he could go without sleep for irregular periods of time, he was still human. Plus, he had driven the hour-long trip from the airport to the town. He was overly exhausted, something his quiet snoring soon confirmed.
Scully was shifting through some reports when her gaze fell upon her partner. She stared at him, his handsome features quiet in sleep and bit her lip. For some time now, Scully had become aware that she harbored a major feeling for Mulder. It wasn't just sex, although god knew Scully needed that as well. She truly loved the man, but wasn't sure the feeling was mutual.
As Scully stared at her sleeping partner, an idea occurred to her. At first, she shook it off as too insane. But it stuck with her, refusing to go away. Scully wasn't sure if what she was planning would even work, but before she could talk herself out of it, she was close to Mulder's ear. "Mulder, can you hear me?"
A small grunt answered her. Mulder was in a state under sleep, where his subconscious was open to suggestion. It was that part Scully spoke to. "Mulder, you are feeling very relaxed now." Scully wasn't sure if she was doing this right, but she had seen enough hypnotic regression sessions to wing it. "Very relaxed. Your mind is open to me and you can trust me. You can always trust me. How do you feel about me, Mulder?"
Mulder's brow wrinkled, his eyes moving beneath their lids. "Scully...I love her.."
Scully leaned back and closed her eyes. Oh, god, he did love her. Now what? She moved her eyes down Mulder's body, an eyebrow coming up as she saw the slight bulge in Mulder's pants. Scully hesitated only for a moment before deciding. She moved forward, unzipping Mulder's pants, pulling them down. She quickly pulled down Mulder's skivvies, allowing his cock to pop out. She stared for a long moment at it, then slipped off her panties.
"Relax, Mulder. Just relax and let yourself go. Let yourself grow more relaxed and aroused. Just think of your favorite erotic dream and let yourself go." With a sigh, Scully sat herself onto Mulder's cock. She slowly began shifting, moving herself along the erect rod. Mulder began to answer her, shifting his pelvis to match. The two moved slowly, Scully managing to pump Mulder's cock into pleasure. The two could feel the tension rise, even though Scully was the only one aware of it. Scully pushed herself harder, trying to continue the rhythm. The ecstasy in her grew and was finally released when she felt Mulder shoot his wad into her.
Scully was still for a moment, still not believing what had occurred. She disengaged herself from Mulder, juices dripping. She quickly wiped off Mulder's cock with a towel from the bathroom and replaced his shorts and pants. She sat next to him. "Mulder, listen to me. Go back to sleep. A nice, restful sleep. When you wake up, you will not remember this occurring. It was simply a dream. Sleep now." Mulder seemed to sink deeper into the pillows as he obeyed. Scully hopped back onto her bed and shook her head. What the hell had gotten into her?
Before she could answer the personal question, the room's phone rang. Scully picked it up. She listened for a moment and shut her eyes. She put the phone back on the hook and sunk onto her bed, fast asleep.
"Phase Two successful. No memory for her."
"Should we go on to the final stage?"
"Go for it."
The next day held disappointment for Mulder. The agents learned that the girls had been abducted by the local oddball, a handyman who had chloroformed them and kept them in a state of unconsciousness while raping them. Videotapes found at the man's home showed his crimes and he was all too willing to confess, seemingly proud of what he had done. Mulder and Scully had met a lot of despicable characters throughout their careers, but this man ranked among the worst.
Once again, it was late as the two came back to the hotel. They silently packed for the morning flight to DC. Mulder was quieter than usual, a sign that he was deep in thought. Scully sat down on the bed next to him. "You really thought you had it this time, didn't you?" she said softly.
"I always hope," came Mulder's reply.
Scully bit her lip as she looked at her partner. "Do you ever worry that you won't find it?"
Mulder shook his head. "I always believe I'll find it, Scully. I just wish it'd be soon."
Scully nodded. "It's a lonely life, isn't it? Giving up everything to satisfy your quest."
"You make me sound like I'm on the Holy Crusades."
"Well, in a way you are. You have no friends, no contacts, no hobbies, nothing outside your search."
Mulder looked at her. "I have you, Scully."
An uncomfortable silence was broken by Mulder. "I've made sacrifices, sure. But so have you. And I appreciate that."
"You do?"
"Scully, you had a good career going when you got assigned to observing me. You could have refused the assignment, you could've asked for a transfer after a few months. But you didn't. You've stuck with me. That means a lot to me. It's been a long time since anyone trusted me like that."
"Well, it's cost a lot. My social life is almost on a par with yours. But I don't regret it. You need someone to keep your head on straight and bail you out."
Mulder chuckled. "We're a couple of loners, aren't we?"
Scully stared at him. "No one should be alone, Mulder."
He looked up at her, at those green eyes that carried so much beauty, intelligence, pain, happiness and more. Now he saw something in them he'd never seen before: Love.
He took her gently by the neck, pulled her in close and kissed her. She responded passionately, her tongue wrapping around his. Four years of desire came loose in seconds as they pressed against each other. Slowly, they sank onto the bed, still kissing. Eyes closed, her lips locked on Mulder's, Scully quickly disengaged Mulder's belt and began pulling down his pants. Simultaneously, Mulder started unsnapping the buttons on Scully's suit. "Scully, are you sure..?" Mulder got out of his mouth.
"Mulder, shut up and make love," was the reply.
Pants, jackets, shirts, holsters, cell phones and underwear fell to a growing pile on the floor. Naked, they embraced each other harder, Mulder feeling Scully's breasts pressed against his chest. He buried his head between them, lovingly kissing the nipples, an action that delighted Scully. After suckling the luscious mounds, Mulder moved again to kiss Scully. He couldn't get enough of her taste, her passion, her love. She felt the same way as she felt her tongue slip around his lips and mouth, touching his chin. She groaned as she felt Mulder enter her.
Contrary to opinion, there is a definite difference between having sex and making love. The few times Mulder and Scully had sex with other partners, it was energetic but somehow lacking. This wasn't. The two were consummating a relationship, letting their feelings out. Sex was secondary that night. Love was foremost.
Mulder pressed into Scully, moving his hips to form a rhythm. Scully quickly matched it as the two began building themselves up. Mulder arched his back as he pumped, feeling the juices in his erect cock grow. Scully grasped a handful of bedsheets as she felt her own juices drip around Mulder's cock, arousal on full blast. Mulder finally released himself into her, bringing out a cry in Scully. Mulder, spent, collapsed onto her. The two held each other as the aftermath hit them. It was a position they would hold when they finally drifted off to sleep...three hours later.
In a nondescript van across the street from the motel, five people were toasting each other. They were a myriad group. One had a dark beard and a business suit. Another had long blond hair, glasses and a torn T-Shirt. One also wore glasses, with a short haircut and a somewhat grungy outfit. One was a man in his fifties, with glasses and a balding plate. The last one was a dark-haired, attractive woman in her mid-forties.
"I have to hand it to you guys," Walter Skinner said. "You came through all the way."
"It wasn't that difficult," the Lone Gunman known as Byers said. "Simple subminimal messages piped into their bedrooms while they slept set up the initial code keys."The hypnotic triggers worked great too," Forhike added. "Implanted the suggestions and then removed all trace of their actions from their memories."
"Thanks again for setting up that training seminar," Langly put in. "It was a great way to test and streamline the implanted suggestions."
"All the credit can't go to me," Skinner stated. "This whole plan was due to the lady of the hour."
They all turned to Margaret Scully, who blushed. "Well, the two of them obviously belonged together. Dana's always been stubborn about things like that, so a little push was required."
"And now that they are together," Skinner said, "we can actually get on and get some lives of our own."
"Amen," four voices answered.
As one, they turned to a monitor inside the van. On the screen, transmitted via a special miniature camera, was Mulder and Scully, sleeping quietly. Together. | 4 |
1,376 | Wonder Woman: The Puppetmaster | "Stop! Please!" giggled Diana as her vagina moistened.
The strongarm puppet finally stopped, patted Diana on the head, and left through the air vent.
"Thank... goodness..." breathed Diana as she started to slowly maneuver her arms and shoulders out of the sand. "Lucky for me this sand is pretty soft and very fine, it won't take long to get out...." said Diana to herself. Several minutes later, Diana worked her arms out of the sand and eventually pulled herself out. Spinning in a circle, Diana Prince became Wonder Woman once more.
Leaving the indoor beach, Wonder Woman began her search for Michelle and Emily.
"Unnnh! Unnnh!" moaned Michelle as she continued struggling against the tight ropes. Kicking as hard as she could with her legs, the ropes didn't budge."I have to get out of these ropes and warn Emily and Diana," Michelle thought to herself.
Emily was carried upstairs where she was placed on a mattress where the doll Cecil awaited.
"Hi, babe, what's up?" sneered Cecil.
"This is too weird... I get captured and tied up by a bunch of dolls, and find out that you're the ringleader?" said a confused Emily.
"Strange enough, babe. But not as strange as this will be," laughed Cecil as he began tickling Emily's chest with a feather duster.
"Eww! Ah! Mmm!" laughed Emily. "This isn't very nice, you know, tying me up with this string," giggled Emily.
"That's the idea," replied Cecil as he continued tickling Emily. Emily began panting heavily from the tickling and couldn't stop laughing. Cecil's tickling was soon interrupted by another puppet who signaled Cecil.
"What? Wonder Woman's here? Are you sure? Dang! I will have to take matters into my own hands now," said Cecil as he left with some doll escorts.
Wonder Woman searched room after room, with no luck in finding any sign of Michelle or Emily. Her search ended when Wonder Woman reached an isolated room with only a large cushioned chair in the middle, with the evil doll leader Cecil sitting in it.
"Wonder Woman, you're even hotter in person," said Cecil. "But I gotta tell ya, you gotta do what I say or I'm gonna have to kill Michelle and Emily."
"All right. What do you want?" reluctantly said Wonder Woman.
"Nothing really," said Cecil as he leaped out of the chair. "Just have a seat and let me take care of the rest."
Wonder Woman gave a solemn and grim look of determination as she sat down.
"There you go," smiled Cecil as he went to work. "Just relax, babe, I'm gonna show you a REAL cat's cradle..."
"What?" said Wonder Woman in a perplexed tone.
Cecil first tied Wonder Woman's hands behind her back with some silver ropes, then wrapped it around her entire body from her shoulders to her ankles in a random, twine fashion. "Restrained, Wonder Woman?" asked Cecil.
"Quite," sarcastically replied Wonder Woman.
"Good," answered Cecil. "But I'm not done yet," responded Cecil as he began wrapping more silver ropes all around Wonder Woman and the cushioned chair at random, entangling Wonder Woman and firmly binding her to the chair.
"There, not a bad job if I do say so myself. Struggle all you like, Wonder Woman, your bonds are reinforced steel cables. Now for some fun..." said Cecil as it went up to Wonder Woman and felt her breasts.
"Ah, nice and hard...you ARE enjoying this, aren't you. Well, I'll leave you alone...for now," evilly laughed Cecil as it left the room.
The instant Cecil left the room, Wonder Woman began struggling with all her might, while the cables held her firmly in place. "Ungh! Ungh!" moaned Wonder Woman. "Ooh! Ungh!" strained Wonder Woman against the cat's cradle trap Cecil planted, with no luck in breaking free.
Meanwhile, Emily continued trying to get loose from the tight string bonds that wrapped her up from her shoulders to her feet. Despite her struggling, the string held her tightly bound, and she noticed the harlequin puppet approaching her with the feather duster.
"No! No! No!" exclaimed Emily as the harlequin began tickling her chest and legs with the feathers, which soon became hysterical laughter.
"Ungh! Yes!" exclaimed Michelle as she was able to slip her hands free from the ropes. Freeing her hands, Michelle wiggled her arms out of the ropes and untied the knots of the ropes that strapped her to the bed. Once free, Michelle left the room looking for Diana and Emily.
Minutes later, Michelle entered the room where Wonder Woman was held captive.
"Wonder Woman?" said a shocked Michelle.
"Hurry! Untie me, please! Emily's in great danger!" said Wonder Woman.
Seconds later, Michelle began untying Wonder Woman, freeing her from the tight steel cable restraints.
"Where do you think Emily is hidden?" asked Wonder Woman.
"I don't know...maybe the old attic," answered Michelle.
"Michelle, I want you to call the police and hide. I will stop the cause of this," authoritatively said Wonder Woman as she turned and headed for the attic.
"So, she's escaped, huh?" said Cecil to himself as he lay hidden. "Get ready for a big surprise, babe..."
Wonder Woman reached the attic and opened the door slowly, cautiously entering. A few steps later, several dolls and puppets ambushed her, leaping on top of Wonder Woman in an attempt to bring her down. Wonder Woman reacted quickly, throwing them off her back and chest while kicking others. Soon though, the numbers overwhelmed her, and Wonder Woman fell backwards onto the floor.
Wonder Woman felt tight ropes grabbing her wrists and ankles, placing her in a spread-eagle position on the floor. The bonds were tight and taut; at best, Wonder Woman could bend her elbows and knees slightly.
"Welcome to another trap, Wonder Woman," smiled Cecil as it held a feather duster in its hands. "Now, where were we?"
"No! Stop!" laughed Wonder Woman as the evil doll Cecil continued tickling her chest with the feather duster. Tossing the duster away, Cecil went to work on tickling Wonder Woman's underarms. "Ah! No!" hysterically laughed Wonder Woman.
Suddenly, Michelle appeared through the doorway. "Get away from her!" yelled Michelle as she picked up Cecil and threw him across the room, hitting the wall. A loud 'thud' later, Cecil was groggy and confused.
"Whoa...you're strong, babe, stop her!" yelled Cecil, and a dozen or so puppets and dolls leaped on top of Michelle, wrapping white gauze around her body, until she fell onto the floor wrapped up like a mummy from her neck to her ankles.
"Ungh! Ungh!" grunted Michelle as she started to try to break free.
Meanwhile, in another part of the room, a gagged Emily was struggling to get loose from the string that bound her tightly. The harlequin puppet was keeping her company, though, and occasionally tickled her feet.
"Mmm! Mmm!" giggled Emily.
"Where's Emily?" sternly asked Wonder Woman.
"I don't think you're in any position to make demands, Wonder Woman, but I'll tell you. She's in the attic also, and is quite safe. This is my great theft operation, Wonder Woman, and I don't want you to screw it up. My puppets and I have this neat operation of stealing valuables since we are small enough to evade the security systems in addition to escaping through air ducts. Pretty sweet, huh?"
Wonder Woman gave no response and merely angrily looked at him while she struggled against her bonds.
"Nothing to say? Perhaps this will generate a response..." smiled Cecil as he began tickling Wonder Woman's underarms again.
"No! Stop! Stop it!" giggled Wonder Woman.
Meanwhile, Michelle had managed to wiggle her arms free from the gauze cocoon. Grabbing Cecil from behind, Michelle began slamming it on the floor over and over again like a club.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" yelled out Cecil.
"Untie me and Wonder Woman NOW!" commanded Michelle.
"Okay, okay..." said Cecil, and he motioned to some other puppets which quickly untied Wonder Woman and cut the gauze from Michelle.
"Bring Emily to us and untie her too," said Michelle.
Reluctantly, Cecil released Emily as well and gave the stolen diamonds back to the trio to be returned to their owners.
After Michelle released her grip on Cecil, Cecil dashed toward the end of the attic and said, "You're never gonna take me in alive!" as a puff of smoke appeared out of nowhere and suddenly Cecil disappeared! The puppets, without the magic Cecil possessed, dropped to the floor as harmless toys.
"Thank you, Michelle," smiled Wonder Woman. Michelle smiled back.
Michelle and Emily got dressed and left to go to the police to return the stolen diamonds. Wonder Woman remained behind to make sure Cecil and his minions were long gone.
Unknown to Wonder Woman, another woman had snuck into the resort hotel and set up shop in the basement, filled with assorted gadgets and gizmos. Viewing Wonder Woman on the monitor screen, the woman said, "Yes, Wonder Woman, come downstairs and you will soon have the pleasure of meeting...DR. GIGGLES!"Giggles strapped Wonder Woman down at her shoulders, waist, arms, thighs, and finally her feet.
Dr. Giggles then placed a series of miniature vibrators on Wonder Woman's vagina, sliding them gently under the blue and white starred satin portion of her costume. Activating the mini vibrators, Wonder Woman's breasts hardened and vagina moistened, making Wonder Woman stir.
"Mmmmm? Oh! Oh, that feels nice. What the-?" exclaimed Wonder Woman as she awoke and struggled against the straps.
"It will do you no good, Wonder Woman...while your strength should be enough to break free, you cannot, for you are held captive by your own ecstasy," assured Dr. Giggles.
"That's absurd!" said Wonder Woman as she tried to break loose with no luck. In response, Dr. Giggles elevated the power, raising the stimulation level.
"Ohhh! Oooooo! Ohh!" moaned Wonder Woman. "Stop! Stop it!" panted Wonder Woman. "These are making me moisten!"
"That is the idea, my dear...perhaps full power is in order...." smiled Dr. Giggles as she raised it to full power.
"OHHHH! OOOOOOOH! YES! YES!" cried out Wonder Woman as the vibrators induced an orgasm. "AHHHH! YES!" yelled Wonder Woman as she fainted lightly with heavy panting.
"Hmmm, makes me wet just watching this," smiled Dr. Giggles as she turned off the machine. "Rest while you can, Wonder Woman, because the fun has just begun...." said Dr. Giggles as she untied Wonder Woman.
Dr. Giggles then placed Wonder Woman on a bed and bound her hands above her head with a strange, red scarf, and then spread her legs and bound her ankles to the bed posts with some more red scarves. Laying at Wonder Woman's side, Dr. Giggles began to rub and massage Wonder Woman's crotch area.
"MMMMmmm?" stirred Wonder Woman. "Oh!" said Wonder Woman in surprise.
"I knew that would wake you up. Now for some tickling...." smiled Dr. Giggles as she began tickling Wonder Woman's ribs and underarms.
"AH! NO! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NO! AH! UUU! UUU! AH! NO!" laughed Wonder Woman as she fainted again from the intense tickling. Removing the scarf bonds and removing Wonder Woman's boots, Dr. Giggles went to real work. Procuring some silk ropes, Dr. Giggles tied Wonder Woman's hands behind her back and then bound her elbows together. Afterwards, Dr. Giggles criss-crossed some ropes around Wonder Woman's chest and legs, then binding them together around her thighs and ankles. Lastly, Dr. Giggles wrapped an intricate crotch rope around Wonder Woman's vaginal area.
Wonder Woman stirred. "You tied me up again!" angrily said Wonder Woman, struggling to get loose. This time, as Wonder Woman struggled, she felt something rub against her clitoris, making her moisten.
"Surprised, Wonder Woman? The more you struggle, the more of a sexual response you generate! Keep it up, and you will induce your own orgasm!" gloated Dr. Giggles.
"NO!" exclaimed Wonder Woman in denial as she struggled to get loose, making her breasts hard and vagina moisten in before.
"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Wonder Woman.
"Because I am a villainess and you are the heroine, my dear," replied Dr. Giggles.
"UNNNNH!" grunted Wonder Woman in a final surge of strength, breaking free of the ropes.
"uh-oh...." muttered Dr. Giggles as Wonder Woman walked toward her with an angry look on her face.
Wonder Woman dropped Dr. Giggles off at the police station and returned back to the resort with Michelle and Emily in the form of Diana Prince.
"Wow! I'm glad that's over with. Now we can relax...." smiled Emily.
"We'll see," Diana replied. "We shall see...."
THE END | 1 |
1,390 | X-Men: Condition of Psylock 2-2 | "Hey, Wolvie. What took so long? I mean, if Gambit beat you back here, your age must be getting to you." She didn't dare assume anything when it came to his hidden agendas. Sitting at a small nearby table, Gambit, already in his outfit, ate the breakfast prepared earlier. Rogue sat partially on a countertop eating her share. Beast hung from a conveniently placed bar in the corner of the extended kitchen. Just down the hall came the leader of the team, struggling with each step, still quite dazed, Jean helping him along.
Gambit looked at Psylocke every few moments, turning his attention back down to his food, his eyes never meeting Rogue's all through breakfast. Scott's head always kept Betsy in view, even though Jean stood right next to him. Jubilee stepped next to Logan, and Betsy went to get her share. Wolverine glanced around nervously, wondering why no one else could smell what had just happened. Jean held his gaze, but his fear of discovery was more disconcerting than her look.
Gambit was the next to address Logan, "So, you got sum'tin' planned fo' us today, Wolverine?"
Hesitating a moment, he responded, "I spent all night working on a Danger Room sequence that should prepare us for our next mission. Charlie told me yesterday about what we have to do. It's supposed to be simple, but we have to be ready for anything. Of course, the Danger Room is only for the fighting aspects of the mission, but the opponents we might be facing would be rather unique, even for us. I'll explain it in the briefing room. Scotty, make sure you bring the mission folder Chuck left in your room yesterday."
"Yeah, sure." He was clearly out of it, still. As he looked at Psylocke, she refused to engage in eye contact. Jean nudged him, and they just dabbled in the hash browns.
Psylocke stood by herself in front of the sink, vaguely listening. Rogue approached her, saying, "Hey, Bets. You been workin' early this mornin'? Ah think you been a bit too serious, lately."
"No, Rogue. I've just been trying to sort some things out. How are you and Gambit doing?"
"As well as any couple could without kissin'. You know, you should use that body o' yours to get yourself a man. Ah think you'd feel a lot better."
At the suggestion, Beast notwithstanding, the men kept Betsy in the corner of an eye, and an ear directed straight at her, awaiting the reply.
"I'm not sure if I should. I think I've gotten through everything pretty well, just by keeping an arms distance from personal."
"Come on, I've got to have someone to live my fantasies for me."
'If only you knew' Psylocke thought, but didn't project. "Let me know sometime, then. Maybe I can get some juicy gossip for your sick libido." Psylocke made sure to smile when she said it, drawing the laugh.
Logan interjected, "Since our fearless leader doesn't seem to be quite here yet, Everyone to the War Room in fifteen minutes. Jean, you can come along, too, if you want."
"I think I will. Thank you, Logan." She let her eyes linger, just to make sure he was uncomfortable.
"Well, Rogue, I've got to shower before our big briefing here, so I'll see you there."
Beast watched everyone, silently noting the oddness.She jumped up and kissed his cheek, like a little girl.
Madrox, the Multiple Man, feeling rather stressed, decided to relieve himself, the way only he could. "Val? I've already made my dupes for mission, and I have a couple sitting monitoring the War Room. I'm going to eat now, okay?"
"Sure, Jamie. Actually, mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." As he turned from her for the slightest second, his tight grin escaped him a second until it returned as he turned back.
"So, where's the kitchen, Jamie?"
"It's down this hall, last door on the right. By the way, Val. Pick a number between one and a hundred."
"I've always hated games like that. Okay, a hundred. A hundred what?"
"Oh, you'll see."
As they arrived, he turned the knob, let Val enter the dark room first. Stepping behind her, he punched the frame of the door with both hands. As his mutant ability dictated, two Madroxes appeared on either side of her. Stepping inside, he closed the door, but left the light off.
"By the way, Val, this isn't the kitchen." The two dupes held her arms tight and her mouth covered. "Oh, and a hundred is the number of dupes you gotta empty before the night's over." Her eyes were wide, and her body was tense. As she kicked one of them, another one appeared in front of her. This one systematically began removing her clothes. First her skirt was dropped, and then her panties joined it. Next, her suit jacket reached the pile, and then her blouse was torn from her, just to shock her. Her bra was first flipped down, and then removed.
"You've always been in charge, haven't ya' babe? Well, guess who's in charge now."
She was thrown to a bed, her screams now echoing in the enclosed room. "Jamie!! How dare you! You have no idea what I can do to you, do you?"
"Maybe not, but I have a great idea as to what you can do for me."
"I mean it, Jamie. I barely lasted that last time when there were only ten of you."
"You always said, we need to grow. Don't try to excuse yourself from your own rules, now. I tell you what, I'll let you off with ten this time. Tomorrow, you get twenty, the day after, thirty, and then forty. That way, you can still make that hundred mark you set earlier."
"Jamie..."
"Val? Remember, I outnumber you. Let's see, there are four of me, right now." Two hits to each of the other three allowed six more to join the fray. "Okay. Now Val, you know how I like to start, so get to work."
Crawling off of the bed, she walked on her knees over the first one. Looking up at him, she took his partially flacid member between her lips. Once he was fully at attention, she went onto the next one. After all ten of them were sufficiently hard, she fell to her hands. The first one she sucked to firmness mounted her from behind. The next one she helped stepped in front of her to receive more oral ministrations. The others encircled the three, gently stroking themselves as she submitted to the sandwich.
Feeling their spasms increasing, she felt no need to draw them out, so she increased the pressure her tongue was delivering, and pushed back on the one behind her. Her back arched and her mouth overflowed as they each came into her.
"Two down, Val. Good job. Now,"
"Try me," another stepped forward. Pulling her to her feet, he maneuvered her to the bed, lay her down, facing up, and slid into her, missionary style. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing gently, and his motions revealed his awareness to her body.
The others waited in the shadows. The eyes didn't move as he calmly increased his thrusts and spilled himself into her.
"After such a tender display (I'm so ashamed of me)"
"I get to chart some unexplored territory," another finished again. Gruffly picking her up, leaving her face in a pillow, and facing her down, his member found its way between her smooth, firm buttocks. Holding out a hand, he received a tube of lubricant from another, and he placed a golf ball sized load on her puckered hole. With his tip, he mashed slowly into the pile, and then slowly wedged his way in. As his hips met hers, he withdrew completely, and started over. Suddenly, he pushed his entire length into her, and found the muffled scream. Rapidly, he thrust into her rear, as her screams died down to a silent open mouth. As he neared his climax, he reached forward, grabbed her long blond hair, and pulled her up, making the angle more difficult on her, making her tighten around his spewing length.
"Oh, man. That was great. I gotta try that." The next one mimicked him, but pulled her up by grabbing her breasts from behind as he sent his load into her.
"Okay, Val. That's four of me. Now, we'll make you feel better. Guys?"
Four more stepped forward, each grabbing a limb. Facing her up, they tied her to the posts, spread-eagled, classically. One of them climbed between her knees, his face in her groin. Another straddled her stomach, and the last two stood on the side of the bed. The first one set his lips to hers, his tongue darting around her genitalia. The one on her chest rested his member between her breasts. The other two placed their lips on her nipples, their hands pressing her breasts together. Her moans were instantaneous, and deep. As she tried to twist and writhe, her frustration at the ties heightened her pleasure. The penis between her breasts now started to oscillate. In the throes of her bondage, the waves of her orgasms passed over her in rapid succession.
At the height of it, she felt herself penetrated below and another presented himself to her lips. She accepted this out of sheer gratitude, and as she fellt one spill himself between her legs, she lost track of the member between her breasts. Opening her eyes, she found another member in waiting by her mouth, and a hand stroking it. Just as one pulled back, the other touched on her lips. With the two heads touching each other right in front of her mouth, they sent simultaneous loads into her mouth.
When the flow stopped, and she came up for air, she felt her bonds being broken. Moved over in the bed, the original Madrox lay down next to her. His member resting on her thigh, she rolled over on top of him and settled down onto it. The other two stepped onto the bed. One came up behind her, settling himself between his creator's legs, he moved his member up into the rear of his superior. Val yelped as he reached full depth. As she opened her mouth for a large breath, the last one's instrument found its sheath. The indomitable triange was formed, and everyone was being more than satisfied.
Being the same person, they all found a simultaneous orgasm, filling her every orifice. Val collapsed onto the groins of Madrox, and they collapsed onto her. She drifted into a fierce slumber as she was settled into the bed more comfortably.
The War room was busy with roughly forty Madroxes running around, doing various tasks, checking monitors, scribbling down odd notes, and generally keeping the job as difficult as possible.
In the hangar, the two teams, with all thirteen mutants boarded the Blackbird and found their seats. Guido remained slightly cramped in the tail of the place. Lorna Dane, known commonly as Polaris, walked back to the compartment he was strapped into, and checked his harnesses. "Gee, thanks, Lorna. Did I ever tell you how ravishing you look when you strap me in?"
"Every chance you get, Guido." Her voice was tight, and nonchalant.
"You know, Lorn', I think you should really look into working out with bigger men. I think you're the second best looking person in the world."
"And who's supposed to be the best, Guido?" she was still checking his belt.
"Ce moi." His fingers fanned across his neckline just to imitate a commercial model.
She giggled slightly. "Oh, really, now. Guido, you should watch who you flirt with, 'cuz you might not always get what you expect."
"Oh, don't break my heart, Lorna." His lips formed a pout that melted her icy demeanor.
"Oh, come on, Guido. I'll always love you." She kissed his cheek, and left a big grin on his face.
In an coffeehouse on the outskirts of London, two faces hovered over a wooden checkerboard. Plain pieces rested on its surface as a clockhand on one of two faces moved silently.
"So tell me, Gamesmaster, exactly who are we playing against?"
"The challenge of the game is to measure the opponent, not identify him. You really must learn quicker to be a key member of the Upstarts, young Shinobi."
"But the Acolytes are just as worthy opponents as the X-Men. What use is it not to let us know who the game is with?"
"I have reasons for every move in the game. The opponents constantly change, but the game still goes on. The opening, even though non-standard, is still rather predicible in its outcome. The middle game has been played to the fullest by the X-Men in the past. Now with the Acolytes coming onto the board, the only thing changing is the perspective. The goal remains the same, only now we're looking at the board from a slightly different angle."
"Your riddles are tiresome. Why don't you speak plainly?"
"If I did that, I'd be no better than a mutant."
"So what are we up against here, Scott?"
"We're not exactly sure, but with Madrox and Val running the mansion, and hooking up with a couple contacts here, I'm sure we'll be more than enough for them."
"Who are our contacts?"
"You'll see them in a couple seconds." Before the hatch even opened, two more were among the crew on the grounded plane. The smell of brimstone marked off the presence of Nightcrawler. And the spooky phasing ability of another through the floor made everyone aware that Kitty Pryde, aka Shadowcat, was present.
After all of the pleasantries were done, eventually outside due the cramped quarters of the jet. As they headed off to the cars in waiting, Polaris heard a soft but definite cry, "Lorna..."At that moment, she forgot to let Guido out of the harness in the Blackbird, and guessed that he fell asleep. Telling everyone else just to leave a car for her, she ran back to the plane. As she entered the compartment he sat in, she found him in tears as his large fingers were unable to manipulate the harness. Seeing him like this made her maternal nature come out and she hugged him as she magnetically undid the lock.
"Oh, Guido. I'm sorry. It's just that Kitty and Kurt showed up and we all got wrapped up in greeting them."
"Don't worry about it Lorna." He sniffled quietly, his childish performance unquestioned. "I'm used to being left alone. Lila did it before. I would've just waited until nightfall to break the damn thing and go back home, wherever that is." The guilt trip worked flawlessly.
"Oh, come on, Guido. I'll never leave you like that again." She hoped he understood her. "How can I make it up to you?"
Guido understood perfectly. "Help me out of this cubicle." As he tried to get up, she pressed against the wall, trying to direct his huge body out the door. Unable to avoid contact, his chest pressed against her face as he stood. Unable to look down, she felt something push at her stomach.
"Guido, back off, you're crushing me."
"Sorry, Lorna." He pulled away, only long enough to shut the door as she looked down to see his huge penis poking her. For some reason, she didn't quite expect this from an eight-foot-tall, four-hundred-pound man. Perhaps she never thought about it.
"Guido, what are you doing?"
"Trying to be made up to." With that, he lifted her by her uniform, and let her fall out of it as though a rag doll. Her pants still on, he pulled them down to fully expose her.
"Oh, God, Guido. I don't think it's going to happen. We both already know that we shouldn't, but I just don't think it would fit in the first place."
"I think we should make it fit the first place, since the second would be even worse, Lorna."
"Guido, I'm serious."
"So am I, Ms. Dane. First, say ahhh..."
"Guido..." was all she could get out before it was at her lips. Even as she opened her mouth, only about five inches of him could fit into her straining mouth.
"Oh, Ms. Dane. I don't think your mouth was made for this," was his response after a few minutes of trying to work her tongue, just before he took himself out.
"Guido. I really don't think this is going to work."
"Work with me here, Lorna. Open 'em wide."
As she spread her legs, he noted first her absolute baldness below, and then asked her, "Do you shave, or are you normally like this?"
"It was completely removed, back in the days when the Shadow King was in control of Legion. He yanked it out hair by hair."
"I was just wondering, what color it was."
"Just like all the blondes you normally see, it was brown."
"Then?" he dawdled a finger through her green locks.
"It was a bet I made with Havok. He bet me he could make me come thirty times in an hour."
"And if he hadn've won?"
"His hair would be green."
"Oh," he sat in mild contemplation. "Climb on up, Lorna. There's only fifteen inches to take. This was the main reason Lila kept me around for so long. No one else could fill her up like I could."
"I'm trying to, Guido, but look."
Bending down slightly, the height between their groins was matched, except the shadow of the head of his penis completely covered her open lips. In wonder, he prodded against it a couple times, drawing a couple yelps from Lorna.
"Okay, then. Try my finger first." With that, his index finger slid effortlessly into her.
"Oh, God, Guido. That's thicker than Alex."
"Okay, then try this one." His middle finger, soon replaced his index.
"Christ. That's worse than the Shadow King."
"Good. Now try them both on for size." As they both penetrated her, she let forth a ghastly scream, and if not for her juices flowing down his hand, she might have projected and image of pain.
"Good, Lorna. Now, you seem ready." He lifted her onto him, her weight resting on the head.
She reached down, pulled her thighs up, and tried to pull the lips apart even further.
"Jesus Fucking Christ. Guido, it's going in. I never thought I could."
"I always knew you could, Lorna. Now, hold onto something. I want to give you a good sound fucking."
Her hands reached out and got hold of some cables, and her legs moved from his chest to around his waist. His hands held her buttocks and supported her lower body. When she settled into place, he started moving himself further into her. Even as her eyes rolled and fluttered, he kept going until reaching a barrier two inches short of complete penetration.
"Don't do it, Guido. It that's my cervix you're bumping into."
"I know, Lorna." At that, he began to withdraw himself. When his head was the only part remaining inside her, he began to thrust his length back into her. She cursed as he picked up speed. She cursed as he bumped her cervix again. She cursed as he shoved a finger into her rectum.
Finally, after about twenty minutes, and a good pint of fluid from her, Guido yelled to her, "I'm gonna cum now, Lorna. I'm gonna be in real deep, too, so hang on." As his load started to loose into her, she accepted its warmth. Still more came out, and he began to slide out of her. When he slipped free, he let her hang from the cables, and aimed his spurting member at her, each load landing on a different part. Her face was being drenched, her breasts, completely covered, her thighs, glistening. When he let it down, a string still hung from it to her, and then to the floor.
"Oh, God, Guido. I never knew you had so much."
"Anytime you want a bath, just let me know, honey." With that, he replaced himself in his pants. "We better get you cleaned up. Do you remember where we're supposed to be going?"
"Yeah, an inn just outside of London. They should have left directions in the car."
"Gee, Lorna. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Here, hand me a towel, would ya'?" She proceeded to wipe herself down. "Now Guido, you have to be careful. If Alex catches you, you'll be off the team."
"Oh, don't worry about him. I'm sure, by the time this is over, that everything should be worked out."
"Well, I just want to say that I warned you." She proceeded to get dressed, and lead them to the car. She let the rain pour on her outside. On a backstreet, she even got out and stripped, allowing the rain to wash any more evidence from her. Guido just watched. | 3 |
1,399 | The Girls of Friends (2/2) | "Hey, Rachel, I'm home!" Monica called out as she entered the house. She looked around, seeing nothing around her but a little bit of water on the floor. She sighed, grabbing some paper towels and cleaning the mess up. "Come on, guys, when you make a mess, clean it-" She rose to her feet, looking towards the door of Rachel's room. "-up," she finished with a breath.
Standing at her door was a totally naked man, with firm, well-defined muscles and a long penis that stuck out at least a foot. His hair was a light brown, with bright, green eyes that looked right at her.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "Rachel and I had gotten a little carried away with our activities, and we didn't have the time to clean up." His voice was deep, and incredibly friendly. Monica felt a small twinge appear, helped by Steve's stimulator.
"Oh, that's okay," she said, fidgeting slightly in her arousal. "It's just been a long cock- I mean day." She turned around to the sink, hiding her embarrassment from her faux pas.
Steve took in this lady's good looks, from her short cropped black hair to her bright blue eyes. She was wearing a short pleated skirt with a button blouse that did little to hide her well-shaped breasts. He started walking towards her, his long cock acting like a divining rod.
Monica turned around, finding the handsome- and naked!- stranger standing right in front of her. His penis was just a few inches from her pussy, while he stood another 10 inches away.
"If you'll excuse me," he said, reaching behind her. He reached behind her, pulling a glass off the shelf. His cock tilted down, slipping underneath her short skirt. He stepped forward, turning on the sink and filling his glass. His cock lifted up her dress, rubbing against her silk panties.
Steve brought the cup to his lips, watching as the girl's eyes got wide as his cock pressed right into her sweet snatch. Her eyes glazed over just a moment, and he could feel her press into him.
Monica suddenly came to her senses. This was some guy that Rachel had brought home, and his large cock was pressing right into her cunt! She slid to one side, smiling politely.
"Well, I think I'm going to freshen up a little, if you don't mind," she said, trying to keep her eyes off of his large cock.
"Feeling a little tense," he asked, walking towards her again. He took her hand, pulling her towards him. Monica twisted her wrist, cutting off the contact.
"Really, I don't think this is a good idea," she told him, feeling her anger rise.
"You're probably right," he said, that smile still on his face. "But, I just can't help myself." Steve took one giant step forward, grabbing her shirt with both hands. He pulled it apart, the buttons exploding everywhere. She wasn't wearing a bra, her small but well-shaped breasts holding up fine on their own. He pulled her to him, pressing those soft mounds into his chest.
"What the hell- let me go!" Monica snapped as she tried to pull away. Steve kept both hands on her blouse as she twisted, her nipples feeling wonderful against his naked chest. His hard-on kept connecting with her skirt and panties as she moved.
He let go of his right hand, reaching down at her panties, tearing them off. Monica turned around to run, slipping out of her blouse as she did so. Her heels impeded her progress, tripping her onto the couch.
Steve wasted no time. He slid up behind her, pulling up her skirt. Monica tried pulling herself away, but Steve's hands were already on her smooth thighs, pulling them apart and towards him. The head of his penis connected with her snatch, slightly wet from the Stimulator, but it would have to do.
Monica kept crying out, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear her and come to her rescue. Surely that grumpy old man downstairs could hear her! Unfortunately for her, Steven's force field system prevented the movement of sound beyond the apartment's radius, effectively silencing her to the outside world.
Steven started forcing his stiff cock into Monica's tight pussy. Her cunt hairs scraped against his penis as his head parted her pussy lips and started moving inside. There was just enough moisture for his penetration for his tool to move in and out. She was incredibly tight, and Steven almost wondered if he was going to even get inside. Then he smiled to himself; of course he'd get inside. He grabbed her breasts and pulled her onto him.
Monica held a death grip onto the couch, trying too pull herself away. She remembered her first fuck, when Ross had entered her room all those years ago and shoved his 5-inch cock into her. She had thought that tiny pecker was enormous at the time. Now, she knew true size as the monster started working its way inside of her. The head suddenly popped into the tight ring of her cunt, the sensation threatening to tear her apart.
"No- don't do this- we'll get the couch dirty" she squealed as the long cock pushed further up inside of her. Steven couldn't fuck her like he wanted, her incredible tightness feeling wonderful, but restricting. He fed her another inch, working it into her as she struggled. His hands kept kneading her apple-sized tits. She would raise her hips every few moments to get away, her smooth thighs rubbing against his legs. Then he'd pull her back down, impaling another half an inch of her onto his cock.
"Damn, seems like I'm stuck in second gear," he said as he tried to pick up the pace. It was going easier now, as her juices started to make her hole slicker every time he pressed further inside. He was now able to work several inches into a steady back and forth movement, pressing further and further inside of her. He started moving faster, feeling her body react against her will.
"Feel that, cunt?" he asked her as she started pushing onto him. She would cry out every time he worked himself further inside of her, the pain/pleasure jolting through her.
"Oh, god, don't do- I'm ovulating, please," she cried out as her pussy kept pushing back onto his prick, eating more of it with every stroke. She knew that right now was the most dangerous time for her, that her egg was sitting inside her womb, just waiting for a man's sperm to fertilize it, but she couldn't make herself stop fucking this man. He had worked all but the last few inches inside of her, the enormous head pressing against her cervix. A part of her kept crying out to stop this, to prevent herself from getting pregnant, but she was too far gone to notice. All she could feel was the violation, not knowing that the same man who was about to knock her up had just taken care of her best friends.
Steven felt his cock begin to lengthen, signaling his upcoming orgasm. He pushed even harder into her, snorting air out of his nostrils from his exertion. Monica had stopped struggling and started pressing back into him. She couldn't see their joined parts with her skirt in the way, but she could feel the large knob begin to work itself right into her unprotected womb. "Don't- not inside of me- not- in- side! AHHH!" Monica cried out as the first hot spurt erupted inside of her, coating her inner walls. Her body started shaking in tremendous orgasm, her cunt muscles milking and pulling on his cock.
Steven kept fucking her, his orgasm burning into his mind. His eyes rolled back into their sockets as he gave himself up to the sensations, squirting thick streams of his sperm into her, feeling her belly swell slightly from the enormous amounts of cum flooding her body. He fell onto her, feeling the last few drops dribble into her as she came down from her orgasm.
The two of them lay there for a few minutes, exhausted from their ordeal. Steven recovered first. He used the Inhibitor on her, putting her into a deep sleep. He then collected his clothing, put on his hat, and stepped out into the night, collapsing the force field on his way out. He went back to his hotel and started packing to leave town.
Aftermath
Life changed for the three girls of FRIENDS, their bellies starting to swell through the season. This, of course, opened up a whole new line of pregnancy jokes, especially the episode when all three went into labor at the same time. All three girls never told what had really happened, leading Chandler, Joey, and Ross to think there were different men and all three girls were just unlucky.
Monica kept her child and started up a new line of baby food, using her picture on the cover. While not an overnight success, her picture got her several modeling jobs, including a Penthouse spread that helped her launch her cookbook, "Cooking Naked," which was an overnight success, thanks to the plentiful pictures for instructions. Her son grew up to become a world-famous chef.Phoebe never did make it as a singer, but married a physicist who returned from Russia after discovering the first proof of gravitational particles, a theorem which led to Steven's own time machine a few centuries later. They had a beautiful baby girl and several children after that.
Rachel, unsure of what to do, slept with Ross a few days later. After her doctor appointment which confirmed her pregnancy, she told him that he was the father. The two of them argued about marriage, Rachel unsure, and Ross not wanting to turn another woman lesbian. In the end, they married, the stress causing Rachel to go into labor. Since both Steven and Rachel were light-haired with greenish to hazel eyes, the baby boy looked enough like Ross to make him think that he was the father. The only clue he had that maybe it wasn't him was the fact that the child sported a 4-inch penis at birth, and grew to 15 inches by puberty. He never really knew, though, and was a wonderful father and husband.
And Steven? Well, we can forget our hero. He left New York just to make sure he wasn't caught, his body changing his fingerprints and other characteristics to make him impossible to trace. He moved into a little apartment building in California on the corner of Melrose Place. | 1 |
1,407 | The Sexual Escapades of Christina Ricci: Episode IV: At the Movies | "I'm telling you, that's her!" Bruce whispered to John.
"Why do you think it's her?" John asked.
"Because it IS her, John."
It had been two weeks since they had finished the sixth grade and school had let out for the summer. So far, John and Bruce had spent every free day at the movies. Since they had seen everything else, they were going to watch "Flipper" today. They had found themselves completely alone in the theater and sat in the front aisle. Fifteen minutes before the movie was supposed to start, though, a woman wearing a black sweatsuit and a pink headband had come into the theater and sat in the back row. Bruce could have sworn that the woman was sixteen-year-old child actress Christina Ricci.
"Okay, so what if it IS her? Then what?" John asked.
"I dunno," Bruce answered.
"Alright, Bruce, I'll tell you what. I'll give you ten bucks if you touch her boobs."
"Ten bucks! But how--"
"Just walk up to her and grab 'em. You HAVE to do it. I mean, it's a dare, so you've got to do it."
"Uh, okay. Ten bucks, right?"
"Ten bucks. Swear to God."
The movie still hadn't started when Bruce took one last quick look back to make sure it really WAS Christina Ricci. She had lit a cigarette and was puffing away like a chimney, albeit the sexiest chimney in the world. Bruce couldn't believe that she was smoking in a movie theater. The fact that she WAS smoking, though, was what cemented in Bruce's mind that it really was Christina Ricci; he figured only someone famous would try to get away with smoking in a movie theater.
Chris had been jogging and decided to catch a movie before making the run back home. She chose "Flipper" because she thought Elijah Wood was cute and also because she was going to be doing a film with him soon. And also because she knew the theater would be pretty much deserted, which it was. When she came in, there were two kids, probably age eleven or twelve, in the front row but that was it. They kept looking back and staring at her, but she didn't care. Chris figured they wouldn't mind if she smoked--chances were they probably smoked too--so she lit up a cigarette.
Chris took a drag and saw that the smaller of the boys had stood up and was walking towards the back of the auditorium. She figured he was going to leave to use the restroom, but he didn't. When he got to Chris' aisle, he started walking towards her. He stopped in front of her and just stared at her with a stupid grin on his face.
Chris took another drag and skillfully exhaled the smoke up towards the kid's face. "What?" she said, annoyed.
"Um..." The kid's stupid grin got bigger as he reached forward and groped Chris.
"You little perv!" Chris screamed at him as she pushed his hands away from her tits. She stood up, but the kid was blocking the way; she called him "LITTLE perv," but he was actually two or three inches taller than her and outweighed her by a good deal. She started to walk down the aisle in the opposite direction, but the other kid was there. He was a couple inches taller than the first kid and much heavier. Chris put the cigarette between her lips and started to push the bigger kid so she could get past him, but he grabbed her arms and easily forced her to sit back down.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Chris said. Her voice was trembling and she nervously puffed on the cigarette.
"There's no smoking in the theater, miss," the bigger kid said with a chuckle, then he stole the cigarette from Chris' lips and threw it to the ground, smashing it with his shoe.
"You little shit-heads!" Chris protested. A second later, the smaller boy slapped her right cheek and she started crying.
"Ahh, poor baby," he said.
Chris tried to curl up into a ball but the boys picked her up and placed her on the floor. She was whimpering like a little girl as they pulled her sweatshirt off and she put her hands over her sports bra-covered tits to try and stop them from advancing further. "No, no. Pleeeease don't," she begged. Both boys laughed as they removed her pants and envied her body, completely naked except for the sports bra and a pair of little cotton panties. She thought about screaming for help, but feared another slap to her face; as an actress, she couldn't afford risking her beauty.
John and Bruce had stripped Christina Ricci of her clothes and dignity, but now what? They were twelve and had no experience in matters of sex. They felt so powerful making a famous woman cry, but didn't know what should come next. They looked at each other and shrugged, then John remembered a phrase he had heard once.
John looked down and said, "Give me a blow job, whore." He didn't even know what that meant and neither did Bruce.
Christina Ricci looked up at John and stopped crying, just stared at him with a "please don't make me" face. "Now!" John shouted. She got on her knees and unzipped his pants. Her hand fished around in his underwear and grabbed hold of his flaccid dick. Her soft touch made it firm in a matter of seconds, but completely erect it was still barely three inches long.
Chris was getting over her fright, but really, really didn't want to suck this little dick. She knew she had to, though, and figured she could make him cum fast, if he even had the ability TO cum! Chris swallowed the dick whole and it was quickly covered with her saliva. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked swiftly and within sixty seconds her mouth was filled with cum. She turned her head, the little penis coming out of her mouth, and spit the cum onto the floor.
"There, asshole," Chris said while wiping her mouth. "Are you happy now?"
The big kid didn't say anything, but was obviously happy. After experiencing what Chris figured was probably his first orgasm, he had almost fallen down and was now sitting down with a huge smile on his face.
"Now me," the smaller kid said, a little nervous.
"Fuck you!" Chris shouted at him. He started to raise his hand as if he was going to slap her again and Chris started to cry again. "Okay, okay," she said, "just don't hit me again."
"That's better, whore!"
Chris couldn't control her tears as she unzipped his pants. She was so mad that no one had heard them, and that no one had come to save her. She had no choice but to continue and so she did. This time she found a completely erect cock. It was a little bigger than the other one, but not by much. These were definitely the two smallest cocks she had ever had, not that she had had very many before.
Fighting back the humiliation, Chris inserted the purple head of this 12-year-old punk's dick between her lips and licked it, moving her tongue in circular motions, tasting precum. Chris had always loved the taste of cum and precum, but she couldn't stand his', though she knew that it was all psychological, and that his cum really tasted the same as Mac's.
Chris opened her mouth wider and caressed his shaft with the tip of her tongue. Then, wanting to make quick work of him like she did his friend, Chris closed her mouth tightly around the small dick and, while slobbering all over it, moved up and down rapidly. Up and down. Up and down. This kid had more staying power than the first one, but it still took only a few minutes before cum was dripping from her lips and filled her mouth. She spat this batch onto the floor the same as she did the first and again wiped her mouth.
"Okay!" Chris said. "Are we done now? Can I leave now?" She was now wiping the tears from her eyes and neither of the boys answered, but just sat there with stupid grins on their faces. Chris saw this as an opportunity to make a break, so she stood up, quickly grabbed her sweats and started to walk away when the big kid stood up and grabbed her. He pushed her down onto one of the chairs.
"You're not leaving," he told her. He grabbed her tits and Chris tried to stop him, but it was no use. She also couldn't stop him from taking her sports bra off. She felt so humiliated as they gawked at her bare tits and tried to cover them but was physically stopped from doing so.
John and Bruce weren't sure how all of this had happened; it had started off as an innocent dare and now they were looking at real life boobs for the first time! They both had the same thought: touching's got to be even better than looking. John was determined to be the first to touch them and was about to when one of the theater's doors opened and an usher walked in.
"Heeeelp! Please help me!" Chris shouted as she saw the young man walk into the auditorium. With amazing speed, her two attackers bolted out towards another set of doors and vanished. Their pants were still unzipped.
"Oh, Lord, thank you," Christina Ricci sighed as she sat there with cum on her face, wearing only panties. As the young usher came to help her, she looked up and noticed that the movie hadn't even started yet.-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------
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1,409 | Christina Ricci | "Christina, you may go in now," the secretary said in a cheery voice. Christina Ricci stood up and walked to the office door, wondering what this meeting was going to be about. The Buena Vista company had called her a week ago, telling her to come -- it had something to do with her role in the upcoming remake of "That Darn Cat!" for Disney. Christina thought the idea was kind of lame, actually, but the money was good, that's for sure!
After her breakthrough as Wednesday in the two "Addams Family" movies, she had starred in "Casper", "Now and Then", and "Golddiggers". With her long black hair, beautiful face, and shapely body, including a pair of breasts much bigger than most young girls have and a great ass, lots of guys in school -- especially older guys -- had become interested in her. Of course, she was only 15 years old, although she really looked much older than that. She was also wise beyond her years, knowing some of the horror stories of Hollywood.
As she walked into the large office, she saw about ten middle-aged men sitting around one of those big tables you always see in office meetings. One of the men offered her a seat at the far end of the table, facing everyone. Christina was curious -- she had been to a few of these meetings before, but she didn't recognize these guys! The meeting was pretty boring for the first 15 minutes or so, and she began to daydream -- as she often did -- about sex. She was still a virgin, but her hymen had already been broken from masturbation.
"Christina?" "Christina?" She suddenly jolted awake from her daydreams. The head guy was asking her something. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry, sir, what was that?", she asked in her most polite manner. "Would you like to add something? That's why we called you in here!", he said in a warm voice. Christina took a good look at the guys for the first time. They all looked fairly young -- maybe in their mid-thirties. Apparently they were pretty low on the ladder at the company -- they were just asking about insurance policies and stuff like that.
After some more conversation, it turned out the youngest guy was sort of the head exec. The others seemed a bit older, and were eyeing her in a creepy way.
"Christina, do you have any...special talents we aren't aware of?", one guy asked, looking at her breasts. This was new! Christina glared at him. "What do you mean?" He winked. "Just anything that might move you up in Hollywood." Christina looked at each of the men in turn -- they were all staring at her body lustfully. "Sure," she replied, "anything you want."
She climbed onto the table and kneeled. Stretching, she displayed herself to the execs, who were almost frothing at the mouth by now. She pulled her sweater off, revealing her black bra. Reaching back and snapping it off from behind, she tossed it to one of the execs. Now she started with her jeans, unzipping them...
One of the men stopped her -- "No, let me!" he pleaded. Christina stood on the table now, so her crotch was level to his head. The man finished unzipping the jeans and slowly pulled them off. By now she was just in her black, tight-fitting cotton panties and socks (she'd taken her shoes off before.) The man gripped her buttcheeks with his sweaty hands and began licking her young pussy through her panties. He could feel just a little pubic hair there -- after all, she had just been 15 a few days ago! He kept licking, making a round wet spot at the base of her crotch, even darker on the black fabric. Christina loved the feeling, it was the first a guy had gone down on her -- hell, it was the first a guy had done ANYTHING with her!
After a few minutes of this, she came, the first orgasm she'd ever had aside from masturbation. Another guy climbed up on the table behind her and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them from behind. The one who had just eaten her out pulled her wet, messy panties from her. Now a few more guys were on the table, feeling her up with their hands and mouths. One of them gently pushed her body down on the table, so now she lay on her back, looking up at all the lustful men.
Every inch of Christina's body was alive with sensations -- hands rubbing and caressing her, tongues licking and sucking on her soft flesh, and some guys were standing over her jerking-off, pointing their thick cocks downward at her body, so their hot white slime splattered all over her, oozing off and forming a thin puddle all around her. She opened her mouth wide, trying to catch as much of the goo as she could in it, but by now almost her whole little body was covered in a layer of white stuff.
One of them decided to really get down to business, and rammed his hard-on into her now-sopping pussy. Christina gasped (getting cum shot in her mouth in the process) at the feeling -- the dick pumping in and out roughly, grinding against every inch of her tight pussy. As she savored the moment, a guy shoved his cock in her mouth and she had no choice but to suck him off. Not that it was bad -- she loved the feeling of a sweaty, throbbing hunk of flesh in her mouth. He slowly pulled out and back in, letting her kittenish tongue and hot saliva grind his dick into bliss. Just as the cock in her pussy came -- shooting cum up into her belly --the dick in her mouth came too, filling it with the thick, bitter-tasting slime. Christina didn't much like it when the first load smacked into the back of her throat, so she tried to pull his dick out of her mouth, but the guy roughly kept it in, pushing her head against his crotch so she had no choice. In a matter of seconds her mouth was filled up with goo. She tried to swallow the stuff as fast as she could, but it kept pumping out. Just as the guy finally pulled his dick out, she had a chance to swallow the rest, immediately someone else shoved their cock in, and the process started over.
Meanwhile, almost all the guys had taken a turn with her pussy, and by now it was loose and oozing with the guys' cum. One guy went back for seconds, and as his dick plunged into her, thick globs of white cum gushed out, smearing up her inner thighs. After this the men decided her pussy was thoroughly ruined. So they started on her other hole.
They flipped her young body over, hearing her cum-covered body smack against the table, and one of them parted her buttcheeks, exposing her tiny, virgin anus. It was so red it looked swollen. Christina, who still was sucking men's dicks, wasn't happy about this. She had heard from older girlfriends that anal sex was painful. She braced herself as she waited for the pain, and she just went on sucking the dicks that kept shoving in her mouth, swallowing down load after load of cum.
Since all the guys' dicks were smeared with either Christina's pussy juices or Christina's saliva -- and in many cases both -- they didn't bother with lubrication. The first guy shoved just the head of his cock in first. Christina was surprised -- so far it actually felt kind of good. The guy went ahead and rammed his whole length into her, mercilessly pumping in and out, savoring Christina's tight, sticky anal canal. Christina winced. Now it hurt a little, but not as bad as she'd thought. The man watched her anus expand around his thick cock each time he thrust back in, loving the sight of that tiny swollen rosebud stretching as far as it would go. Finally he came, shooting hot cum deep into her bowels. Christina was shocked -- the feeling was unbelievable! She could feel the goo splattering into places so far up in her bowels, it felt like it was shooting into her stomach itself!
So one-by-one the guys now fucked her pretty pink butthole. Pretty soon, it too was oozing cum -- spurting it out as she flexed her anal muscles. The men were amused -- it looked like her butthole was cumming!
The men had finally had enough. They got dressed and left in procession, leaving a few guys behind to see to Christina. The poor girl got up, dripping with sticky cum, and tried to wipe herself off with a towel one man gave her. She got most of it, but her body was still sticky and damp as she got back into her clothes and left the office, sure she would never come to one of these meetings again!
THE END | 2 |
1,412 | Hypno Celeb 18: Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis | "Listen to this. 'Probably the only two people in Hollywood who are more alike than Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis are James Coburn and Lee Marvin.'"
"Isn't Lee Marvin dead?"
"Since when has that stopped a good soundbite?"
One had to admit there was a similarity between Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis. They were about the same height with thin bodies that appeared not to have developed too much since puberty. They both had black hair cut extremely short and attractive features that had earned both the "pixie" label. They were lounging in a suite of a Los Angeles hotel, rehearsing for an upcoming film together. Winona wore a simple pair of jeans with a white shirt. Samantha had on a pair of slacks and a red long-sleeved shirt.
Winona read more of the entertainment section of her paper as she ate the last part of her lunch at a long table. "It's got a complete rundown on us, from Christian Slater to the types of films we've worked in."
"Please tell me it doesn't mention *Super Mario Bros.*," Samantha said. She sat on the couch, finishing a hamburger.
"Don't feel bad. It also mentions *Boys*," Winona replied. She put the paper down and finished off her salad. "So, what'd you think of Christian's kissing?"
"Well, I don't have the wide range of knowledge you do, but I didn't think it was too bad."
"I place him slightly above Lukas Haas, but Daniel-Day Lewis is another story."
Before the two could continue, there was a knock on the door. Getting up, Winona walked over and opened it. Standing on the other side was a handsome young man in a biking outfit, sans helmet which allowed Winona to see his short blond hair. "Hi, I'm Chuck," he said. "I was told to deliver this to you and Ms. Mathis." He held a pair of small wrapped packages out. Curious, Winona took it and began to close the door. "Excuse me," Chuck said. "But I was told to wait until you opened them. I don't know why, but those were the instructions."
By now, Winona and Samantha's curiosity was aroused. They sat down next to each other on the couch and unwrapped the packages. Inside each was a box with a hinged top to it. Simultaneously, the two young women lifted up the lids and looked inside. Instantly, they were blinded by a light flashing right into their eyes. It came from a small disk inside the box which flashed out a multi-colored strobe light into their faces. Their attention instantly captured, Winona and Samantha stared at the disks as the colors washed over their faces.
The two were so enraptured by the disks, they didn't notice Chuck walking further into the room. He swiftly closed the blinds, darkening the room and picked up the phone. Glancing at the couch, Chuck could see the two starlets staring at the disks, their facial muscles relaxing. Sure they weren't paying attention to him, Chuck dialed a number. He didn't even have to wait before it was picked up. "Marv? It's working. Son of a bitch, it's actually working. Those drugs you put in their food really did the trick. Yeah, the subliminals in the disks are doing the trick too. I'm telling you, man, these two are already under. So, you've got the hook-up to the camera set? Great. Sit back and watch the show, buddy."
Hanging up the phone, Chuck turned back to the couch. Winona and Samantha were slightly slumped over, their gazes still fixed on the disks, the strobing lights throwing waves of color onto their blank faces. Gently, Chuck reached over and thumbed a switch on the boxes, turning them off. "Look at me, girls," he commanded. The two fixed their dulled gazes at him. "Winona, Samantha, from now on you'll do whatever I tell you to do, without hesitation. Anything I ask. Isn't that true?"
"..Yes.." The two replied softly.
"Good. Now, stand up and follow me to the bedroom." Chuck led the way as the two rose and followed him with robotic steps, their faces unwavering from his back. Chuck walked into the room and glanced toward the security camera on the wall. If Marv was doing things right, it was recording everything. Chuck quickly undressed, showing off his muscular body. Nude, he fell onto the bed, gazing at the two women who stood swaying before him. "Girls, you are both feeling so excited right now. So excited and so horny. Very horny. It's been a long time since you last fucked girls, and you need it bad. You want it bad. Now, take off all your clothes." He lay back on the bed as the two disrobed.
The similarities between the two remained even when they were nude. A teenager's body for each of them with small breasts, thin hips and nice, smooth legs. The brown patches in between their legs were as dark as the hair on their scalps and Chuck could see them both beginning to shake with excitement. "Come over here, girls. Rid yourself of all inhibitions and come over here. Indulge yourselves." The two crawled onto the bed. Chuck took one with each arm and pulled them to him. He kissed Winona first, then Samantha and was answered with ferocity.
He pulled Winona to him first, moving down her body kissing both of her pert breasts. His cock was already rock hard when he shoved it into her pussy, eliciting a moan. He started slowly, moving himself in and out of her, settling into a tempo that had her groaning. Samantha pulled herself onto Winona, placing her clit right over her mouth. Winona stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Samantha's clit. She kept her rhythm even with Chuck's, sticking her tongue in as he pushed his cock into her. With double pleasure filling her, Winona soon orgasmed, buckling as Chuck came in her. Seconds later, Samantha's cum spilled onto her face, where it was quickly licked up.
The three disengaged and moved into another position. Samantha got onto her hands and knees as Chuck moved his dripping cock into her ass. She gasped as he entered her, driving her forward. Winona lay before Samantha, her clit exposed and open. Chuck began thrusting himself into Samantha, pushing himself into her. Samantha leaned forward, intensity flowing through her. She placed her mouth over Winona's clit and began eating at it. She was pushed further in as Chuck rammed her then out as he pulled back. It was an odd rhythm, feeding the pleasure of all three of them. Chuck shot his wad into Samantha, who gasped in ecstasy. That left her mouth open just in time to catch the juices spilling out of the dark patch of her co-star.
Chuck withdrew from Samantha and reached towards Winona. He wanted to enjoy every minute of this and he knew he didn't have much time left. Marv would be up any minute for his turn. | 4 |
1,430 | Hypno Celeb 50: Gillian Anderson and Tea Leoni | "Nervous?" Tea Leoni asked David Duchovny as their limo approached the theater.
"Scared shitless," her husband replied. "'Playing God' didn't get a big premiere like this."
"Well, now you know how I felt at the 'Deep Impact' premiere," Tea replied. She had gone back to a darker color for her short hair and was wearing a nice pair of slacks, a white blouse, and a light sweater. David wore a dark suit that seemed to go well with his film and TV character. "Relax, it'll be okay. You've got a hundred million people around the world glued to that show. Half of them show up and it'll be a hit."
"I'll settle for the half," David smiled as the limo pulled up to the theater. There was a small army of photographers and newspeople there, waiting for the stars of "The X-Files" to arrive at the premiere. There were also several hundred fans who began screaming as David and Tea made their way out of the limo and down the red carpet. It was much the same as when Tea's movie had opened a month earlier. They smiled politely, gave a few soundbites to the right gossip agents and camera crews, and made their way into the theater.
"Gillian!" David called as they got inside. Gillian Anderson was surrounded by a small army of well-wishers. She wore a nice pair of brown slacks, with a light tan blouse and a brown jacket. Her red hair was nicely combed and a smile was on her face. "Thank God, I was afraid I'd be mobbed," she said as she and David had a quick hug.
"Seen Chris?"
"Not yet. Knowing him, he'll probably sneak in at the last moment and leave as soon as the last scene is done."
"David, I'll meet you at our seats," Tea said. "I have to go to the ladies' room."
"No problem," David said as his wife walked off. She smiled, happy once again that she and David had gotten together. They now each had a major summer movie and deals were coming in all the time. She was still debating whether to go back to TV or continue in movies. She entered the ladies' room, surprised to see it empty. Not questioning her fortune, she headed to the nearest toilet.
Just outside, a woman stepped out of the alcove she'd been hiding in when Tea approached. She wore jeans and a red sweatshirt and her long blonde hair reached to her shoulders. She appeared to be in her thirties, with good looks and a sly smile on her face. She placed an "Out of Order" sign on the door and slid inside.
Tea was washing her hands when the woman entered. Tea looked at her, puzzled. Something about the woman seemed familiar, like Tea should know her, but she just couldn't place it exactly. It was like a faint memory pushing at her. "Hi," she said.
"Hello, Tea," the woman smiled. "I'm Sophie."
"Do you work here?" Tea said. "You look more like a member of the public. No offense."
"None taken," Sophie said. "Actually, you invited me."
Tea furrowed her brow. "I did? Look, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't quite remember you."
"Oh, we've met," Sophie said, reaching into her pocket. She brought out a small tear-shaped crystal, attached to a chain and held it before Tea. "It was first at the jewelry shop."
Tea's face went blank, her eyes glazing over as she slipped into the hypnotic trance that Sophie had designed so long ago. Sophie grinned. She had taken Tea several times in the time since, but she had something special planned for tonight. Something she'd been dreaming about for a long time. "Tea, I'm going to give you some instructions. I want you to listen to them very carefully..."
Gillian sighed as she walked into her hotel room. It had been a long night, with the premiere, the party and several interviews. She was rather glad she had left Piper with a nanny for the night. She'd check back in with her tomorrow. She was still debating between a movie part and just taking a vacation during the hiatus, but a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She walked over and opened the door, surprised to see Tea standing on the other side. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and was smiling.
"Hey," Tea said. "Sorry, but David's out with a couple of buddies and I needed some company."
"Hey, no problem," Gillian said. "I could use someone to talk to." She let Tea inside, not noticing the woman who sat in a chair down the hall, near the elevator. A woman whose grin was widening by the minute.
"A stuffed cat?" Tea laughed. "You're kidding me, right?"
"I can't believe I kept a straight face," Gillian said. She took another sip from her glass. "It was unbelievable. The director kept yelling 'Fight it! Fight it! It's a killer cat!'" She lay back on the bed, laughing. "Oh, god, I think I've had too much to drink." Indeed, the empty bottle lay on the edge of the bed. A knock on the door surprised both women. Tea got to her feet and staggered to the door. Opening it, she saw Sophie there. Sophie held the pendant up to Tea's eyes. Tea closed her eyes, then opened them and let Sophie in.
"Gillian, this is my friend, Sophie," Tea announced in a low voice. If Gillian had been a little more sober, she might have seen the lack of expression in Tea's face and eyes.
"It's a pleasure," Sophie said, shaking Gillian's hand. "I'm a huge fan of the show."
"More the merrier," Gillian giggled. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this."
"No problem," Sophie said, a sly smile on her lips.
"So, how'd you meet?" Gillian asked, lying herself on the bed.
"Oh, I sold her a piece of jewelry," Sophie replied. She reached into her pocket and brought out the crystal. She hung it over Gillian's face, about a foot over her eyes, so Gillian could see directly into it. The light reflected off the dozens of small facets cut into the crystal, sending waves of light into Gillian's eyes. "You like it? I think what draws attention the most is the center of it. That nice, warm center right in the middle of the crystal. Just keep looking at it. Look deeply, very deeply. Just keep staring further into the crystal, Gillian. Keep looking deeper into it. Deeper and deeper. Try to find the center. The nice, warm center. Keep looking."
As Sophie talked, Tea took a seat on the bed and began to undress. Gillian hardly noticed. Her eyes were glued to the shining crystal spinning above her, throwing waves of light into her eyes. "It's so nice, Gillian, so warm and relaxing," Sophie continued. "Just keep staring into the crystal, at all the little windows inside it, all the lights. It feels so nice and relaxing to look at it, deeper into it, deeper, towards the center. Closer and closer you get to the center and you feel more and more relaxed. So very relaxed. So relaxed and calm and wonderful. Deeper and deeper. Very relaxed. You'd do anything to stay this relaxed, wouldn't you, Gillian?"
"Yes.." Gillian whispered.
"You'd do anything I said if it would help you stay relaxed, wouldn't you?"
"Yes..."
"Good, good. Then look into the crystal, Gillian. Find the center. And when you reach the center, you'll feel an overwhelming wave of relaxation come over you. You feel nice and warm and totally relaxed. You will feel so good to be this relaxed. Can you see the center, Gillian? Can you see the center?"
Gillian slowly nodded, her eyes half-closed. "Good. Gillian, are you totally relaxed now?"
"Yes, I am.." Gillian whispered.
"Gillian, would you do anything to stay this relaxed?"
"Yes."
"Gillian, you'll do everything I say if it makes stay this relaxed, wouldn't you?"
"Yes.."
"Gillian, you're feeling hot now. Very hot. Not just on your skin, but inside you. You can feel a rush of heat coming over you, your arms, your legs, your breasts, your pussy. You feel so very, very warm. So warm. You want to take off your clothes, you're so warm. Take off your clothes, Gillian. And as you take them off, you feel yourself growing aroused. Very aroused. The more you strip, the more aroused you feel. Go ahead, Gillian, take off your clothes." Gillian began to unbutton her blouse, fumbling with the clasps. She pulled it off, showing a white bra underneath. She unzipped her slacks and began slipping them off.
By this point, both Tea and Sophie were naked. Tea was sitting on the bed, nude, staring straight forward as she awaited her instructions. Sophie was happy to see her hand lightly touch her clit. Gillian pulled off her bra, her breasts falling free against her skin. She slipped off her panties, showing off her dark-haired pussy. Sophie leaned over Gillian and smiled."Gillian, how do you feel?"
"Relaxed," came the reply. "And I'm so hot." Her hands moved down to her pussy, the fingers tickling at the hair. "Let yourself go, Gillian," Sophie said, moving herself onto Gillian. "Let me and Tea take care of you." She leaned down and kissed Gillian on the lips. Gillian slowly returned the kiss, moving her lips over Sophie's, her tongue pushing in. They lay together for several long moments, kissing, before Sophie moved her head down Gillian's body. She buried her head in between Gillian's breasts, kissing the tight nipples. She kissed the curves long and slow, then moved herself down to the sweet-smelling patch in between Gillian's legs. She licked at it a few times, then placed her mouth over her pussy, covering the glistening patch with her lips and inserting her tongue.
Gillian moaned as she felt Sophie's tongue burrow into her. She suddenly felt another pair of lips touch hers, a tongue shoving into her mouth. Some distant part of Gillian recognized that it was Tea, but she really didn't care. She returned the kiss, wrapping her tongue around the other woman's. Tea broke off the kiss and straddled Gillian, moving her pussy down on the redhead's face. Gillian needed no encouragement to put her tongue inside Tea and begin licking with a frenzy. Her hands moved up Tea's smooth body, squeezing the pert breasts. Tea moaned and gently rocked herself on Gillian, pushing her twat closer to the other woman's face. Gillian pushed her tongue in deeper as she felt Sophie push into her. She writhed on the couch under the weight of the two women and the pleasure in her mind. She let loose, her cum quickly licked away by Sophie. Her tongue spiked into Tea's pussy and came back wet, juices falling into her mouth as Tea shuddered.
The three women moved around, getting themselves into another pleasurable position. Sophie grinned as she saw the two hypnotized stars move into a 69 position, Gillian on top. Gillian moved her face next to Tea's wet pussy and once again began to lick at it, this time with longer, slower movements. Tea returned the favor Gillian had given her just moments before, burying her tongue in Gillian's pussy, her fingers opening the hole her tongue made. Gillian's hands moved up and down Tea's thighs as she licked away. Tea's fingers moved slowly in and out of Gillian's asshole as she lapped away at her husband's co-star. Both women were too entranced and too deeply lost in ecstasy to realize exactly what they were doing. They both came at once, their bodies spasming as they ejaculated onto each other, their tongues overwhelmed with the sweet taste unleashed.
Sophie could barely hold herself. She had been stroking her pussy as the two licked at each other and she was almost ready. "Gillian, Tea, come here and eat me out." The two obediently crawled to their mistress and pushed themselves onto her. Gillian put her face right in between Sophie's legs and began to mouth her blonde patch. Tea pushed her face in and began jabbing her tongue into the glistening blond opening. Sophie moaned and lay back, running her hands over her breasts as the two ate at her. This was her dream come true and the idea of what she was going to do with both of these women under her control was enough to send her to orgasm, her two mesmerized slaves licking at the juices spreading on their faces.
"Hey," David said as he entered the room. Tea was lying on the bed, dressed in a nightgown. "Sorry if I kept you up."
"You didn't," Tea smiled. "At least not yet." She grabbed her husband and kissed him hard on the mouth, dragging him into the bed.
In a room on the floor above, Sophie gasped as she felt herself come again. Gillian was a wonder. It was a shame she had to leave the next day. Oh well, if the show did move to L.A., they'd have a lot of time to get better acquainted. | 3 |
1,436 | Batgirl - Dream House | "So, Dr. Soma mysteriously disappeared," Batgirl said as she sat on the corner of Commissioner Gordon's desk with her bare legs crossed. Over the past few months, Batgirl had amassed several costumes, dumping the old, one-piece suit for various two-piece models. She found that criminals hesitated when confronted by a leggy girl with cleavage dressed in a costume, and she loved to use this to her advantage. Having Gotham drooling over her was also a perk she secretly loved.
Her costume was now a black two-piece outfit with a skimpy pair of black, spandex shorts and a tight halter that exposed her arms. The Bat emblem was a clear yellow and bright across the front of her shorts, while the emblem on her chest was cut out, showcasing her plump breasts and curvaceous cleavage in an obvious Bat-window. She also wore her usual bat gloves and a pair of shin boots with four-inch heels. She had also ditched that hot and uncomfortable cowl for a simple eye mask like Robin's.
Her hair had been a problem until she let it grow out to the small of her back. She would then tuck it up on her head, making it look shorter and styled differently than her Barbara Gordon alter ego. The first time she walked into her father's office, Batgirl thought he would recognize her for sure, but for some odd reason, the mask and suit were enough that he didn't even notice her face.
"Sure 'n be Batgirl," added Chief O'Hara. "We think 'tis the work of that madman Sandman and his sleepy crew," he said, shuddering. "Batman and Robin are out of town tracking down Shane and his cow-poke, so we can't get their help."
"Yes, Batgirl. This could be very, very dangerous. That evil genius could put all of Gotham to sleep if we don't stop him. Even Batman, Robin, and you together had a hard time stopping him before," Commissioner Gordon said, taking a slight peek at the heroine's curvaceous thigh.
"Well, maybe you're right, da. I mean, Commissioner. I think I'll need some help on this one," Batgirl said, crossing her arms and walking to the window.
"My finest are at your disposal, Batgirl. Before, we could nail that sleeping Satan before he knows what hit him," Chief O'Hara said with a gush of pride.
"While you do have the best police force in the country, Chief, I seriously doubt they are a match for such a vile criminal," Batgirl said with an arrogant smile.
"Sure 'n 'be Batgirl. You're right. Saints preserve us!" O'Hara cried.
"Not to fret, Chief," Batgirl said as she walked up and patted him lightly on the shoulder. "I have a friend who can help me. I think we can both put Sandman under for a long time," Batgirl added as she giggled and trotted out the door.
"There goes a brave, plucky young woman. I just wish my daughter Barbara could be half as adventurous," Commissioner Gordon stated as he watched with a proud smile as Batgirl strutted out.
"Aye, and a nice tush too," the chief said under his breath. Both old men looked at each other and smiled."she said with a smile as she pulled off the pad and dropped it to the floor. She was still groggy but she didn't feel ill. She actually felt rather refreshed, and her strength was coming back quickly.
She staggered over to a massive oak desk that dominated the room and sat down in the recliner chair behind it.
"Just a few moments and I'll..."
Suddenly, plastic straps shot out from the chair's arms and its back. They wrapped around the Huntress like big rubber bands and clamped her in place.
"HEY! What the...!" she hissed as she struggled to get out of the chair. As she wiggled about, a small door opened on the back of the headrest, and a robotic arm carrying a hose extended. It came around front and loomed near the heroine's face like a cobra. The Huntress stared at the arm and the tube and turned away as a stream of white, wispy gas shot out and into her face.
"NO!! NO!!! Can't let it put me to sleep!" she cried as her head thrashed back and forth. Whipping her hair, she tried to use her brunette locks to wave the gas away. It was working, but she had sucked down some of the fumes, and her twisting slowed.
As she fought, another door opened, and another arm extended. It carried a hand-sized, thick ball of cotton, and it maneuvered itself in front of the struggling heroine.
"I can beat you, SANDMAN! You're the one who's... mmbblmm... going to mmmmmbblmm... NO!!"
As she screamed, the arm started dabbing the chloroform-soaked cotton ball over her mouth when her face came into range. With each dab, the heroine slowed and grew more groggy. Her head then rolled to one side, and the arm placed the ball over her nose and mouth. She moaned and twisted, but her eyes were growing heavy.
The arm then moved aside, and the first arm with the gas hose moved right in front of her face. The hose shot a deep, rich cloud of anesthetic gas into the Huntress's face, and her eyes grew dull and sleepy. The other arm then resumed damping the pad over her mouth. It held the pad in place as the first arm let loose another billowing cloud of gas. The Huntress's eyes finally closed, and her head fell back in sleepy defeat.
Batgirl slowly inched her fit, curvaceous body along the cement floor as she made her way slowly toward the steel workbench at the far end. "If I don't take a deep breath, I'm fine," she thought arrogantly, as she felt she had outwitted Sandman's little trap. She hoisted herself up against the table and started to saw the ropes against the table's steel leg. In minutes, she was free, and she dropped the anesthetic wad to the ground in disgust.
"Nice try, Sandy," she said smugly as she stood in her usual Batgirl stance. "A little chloroform can't slow Batgirl down!"
"Oh, no??? Well, maybe these will," said a voice from out of nowhere. Batgirl spun about, trying to find Sandman, but could only see concrete walls, stone pillars, and shadowy alcoves.
PSSSSSSTHMP!
"YEEEOUCH!!!"
Batgirl's hips shot forward, and her pert buttock rippled as a small dart popped her curvaceous flesh like a pin popping a balloon. She pulled out the annoying stinger, which was no larger than a pen cap, and tossed it angrily to the floor.
"WHAT! What was that supposed to be?" she said with a smug expression. Suddenly, her head began to swim about slightly, and she shook to clear her vision. The drug barely had an effect, and the heroine easily resisted it.
PSSSSSTHMP!
PSSSST!
PSSSST!
Her thigh shimmied as yet another dart pricked her skin. Two more wizzed by her chest as she twisted out of their way.
"YEEEHAAA! It's like shooting a pig in a pen!" laughed the Sandman as dart after dart shot out at a springing, dodging Batgirl.
"HEY! Watch who you're calling a... YEEOUCHH!"
She grabbed another dart that had found its target in her left breast. The mammary sloshed and jiggled from the impact, and Batgirl cupped her tit in shock and pain.
"Gotta get out of here... OUCH!... getting dizzy... must find the door."
Suddenly, her hopes peaked as she saw a narrow passage off to one side. Like a gazelle being shot at by hunters, the heroine bounded forward and into the passage. As she jumped through, three more darts landed direct hits on her perky ass, and she hit the floor in stingy pain and dizziness.
"These darts... wearing me out... Must keep going," she shook her head and pulled the darts free. Using the narrow walls as support, Batgirl staggered down the hall toward the light at the end.
Suddenly, two steel doors slammed down, one in front and one behind her. The heroine immediately began pounding and pulling at them, trying to get free.
Then, the walls to her sides slid up. The insides were covered in what looked like thick cotton, similar to insulation, only white instead of pink. The cotton walls appeared to be very deep and ran from the floor to the ceiling.
Before she could act, the walls slammed together, sandwiching Batgirl between two huge pads of cotton. The plucky avenger struggled and thrashed around, punching and kicking the thick cotton but to no avail. As she cried out under the muffled sounds of the two huge pads, transparent tubes that ran into the two pads began to fill with a clear fluid. The cotton walls started to grow damp, and the dampness spread inward toward the struggling heroine.
Suddenly, with an explosion of fury, Batgirl began screaming and gyrating frantically. "DEAR GOD! IT'S ALL CHLOROFORM!" she screamed under the soaking wet cotton. Her body convulsed and writhed as she fought the fumes, but the dose was too humongous. Batgirl's eyes grew heavy, and her body grew warm and numb. Her head spun and swayed, then rocked back. She sank back into the cotton wall behind her, and the fumes smothered the fire from her spirit. With one last clutching fist, Batgirl seized, then slumped down asleep.
"Dr. Soma! This stuff is amazing!" Sandman said in admiration as he stared at the last struggles of Batgirl.
"Yes, my boy! Quite a nice little invention. Something I've worked on for years. I call it Somaform," Dr. Soma said, staring at the screen like a child staring at his father's Playboy. "An anesthetic that smells just like chloroform that can be breathed, ingested, or taken intravenously."
"Oh yes, and with no ill effects. No vomiting or death," Sandman smiled. "The time the victim is unconscious is directly proportional to the dosage, and they can be exposed to it indefinitely."
"Yes, my boy. Not only that, but the victim will recover refreshed and renewed with no side effects whatsoever. I've been waiting to bag some ass with this stuff for months now, and now's my chance to really test it," Dr. Soma added, drooling at the screen.
It was obvious by now that both Sandman and Dr. Soma shared the same sexual fetish of seeing beautiful women being put to sleep, and both watched the monitors with lust and depravity as both Batgirl and Huntress slept soundly.
"Too bad this stuff only works on women," Sandman said, shaking his head. "We could put all of Gotham to sleep and loot it to our hearts' content."
"True, my boy, but wouldn't you rather like to see our lovelies get what they deserve? Besides, there are always targets of opportunity with this drug," Dr. Soma smiled. "What's more, this stuff works equally well on any woman," Dr. Soma added.
"Any woman???"
"Anything with breasts and a cunt," the doctor grinned.
They both laughed.
How many times had it been? That accursed chair had anesthetized the Huntress over and over, but she was learning how not to set the chair's sensors off.
"If I move slowly, I think I can work my arms free of the straps," she thought as the gas tube and the pad loomed over her. Pretending to be asleep, she twisted and pulled at the straps once more. Too much movement would cause the chair to re-somaform her, and she had failed on too many attempts already.
Finally, her hands slid out from under the straps. Suddenly, the machine sprang to life, sensing its prey was escaping. "OH NO! My hands are free, but my shoulders are still strapped," she thought in horror as the arms came forward.
Betting that she was right, the Huntress raised her muscular legs and planted a massive kick against the desk with all her strength. Sure enough, the chair wasn't bolted down, and she went back hard against the floor with the mechanical arms sprawled about, rotating in mechanical confusion. Before they could strike, she pulled up on the strap and slid free. With a dexterous somersault, she leapt the desk and headed for the door.
"Whoever this guy is, he is an anesthetic freak! I've got to find Batgirl and get out of... HMMMBLLM!"
Huntress ran out the door and was immediately jumped by Snooze and Snoar. Both dreamy-eyed goons tackled the heroine, and Snooze cupped his hand over her mouth. Their costumes had tick pads in their palms and were soaked with the Doctor's wonder anesthetic.
The Huntress's eyes exploded as she again smelled that old familiar smell.
"Gotcha now, Babe!" smiled Snooze as he held his hand tight and reached around her chest. His other hand clamped onto her left breast, and he began molesting it madly.
Snoar ran his hands up and down her smooth, bare thighs, then he slid one hand between her legs and began massaging her vagina. Huntress began screaming in horror as the goons began molesting her.
Being grabbed wasn't new to the heroine, but this time was different. Many creeps had copped a feel or grabbed a breast here and there, and she even got the occasional rape threat when she was captured, but she had always managed to escape and never had to deal with this kind of molestation.Now they were deeply groping her, and the ether was sucking her will away.
The Huntress's eyes began to fade and close, and her tense, struggling body started to stagger. The two goons pulled at her like lions pulling down their prey, and soon, her slender, shapely legs began to buckle. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she sank down into their grubby, groping arms.
"Hee hee. Never had me a heroine before," Snooze said, spinning the sleeping Huntress around and cupping both of her full breasts with his hands.
"Yeah! I wonder if she fucks as good as she wiggles," Snoar added, sliding his hands over her tight panties and cupping her plump buttocks.
"I really don't think you gentlemen will get the chance to find out," said a voice from behind them. They both turned and stopped cold. There, standing like a goddess, was the buxom, brunette bombshell Wonder Woman.
"OHHHH SHHHIT!!!" Snoar said, bolting across the entry hall floor. Wonder Woman grabbed her magic lasso and easily ensnared the goon.
"You ain't getting me with that rope!" Snooze declared, and he chucked a small pellet at the heroine. Wonder Woman instinctively raised her bracelets to block the pellet, but instead of bouncing off, the capsule exploded with a small cloud of white gas that immediately enveloped Wonder Woman's head.
"UUGHH!! What in Hera's name!!" she cursed as she coughed and staggered slightly. Dropping her magic lasso, Wonder Woman clutched her head in dizziness. Snoar, now out of the amazon's control, removed the lasso and ran with Snooze up the huge, curving staircase toward the second floor.
Wonder Woman shook her head some more, then, with a bounding leap, she jumped clear to the second floor a few feet behind the running crooks. "HALT! Don't make me come after you," she said arrogantly as she started sauntering down the hall and around a corner. She stopped and looked at the array of doors on either side of the hall.
"Crook, crook, now if I were a crook, where would I hide?" she sang in a teasing voice as she slowly walked along, peering in each door.
Suddenly, she heard a thump from one of the rooms, and she confidently walked up and pushed open the door. Snoar and Snooze, desperate to escape, backed away from a closed window, and Snoar picked up a chair to defend himself.
"Now now, boys," Wonder Woman said, crossing her arms across her massive breasts. "Settle down, and no one will get hurt," she said arrogantly.
"No one except you, my dear," said a voice from behind her.
Before Wonder Woman could turn, a hand with a rag clamped down over her nose and mouth, while another wrapped around her waist.
"Oh, come now," mumbled Wonder Woman under the rag, not budging an inch from her stance. "Do you really think you're going to put me to sleep?"
"Oh yes! You're done for now," hissed Sandman as he pulled her close and whispered in her ear. She simply smiled under the somaform-soaked rag and crossed her arms, letting him hang on to humor him. Her first deep breath, however, changed her tune.
"HEY! What the... hummmmmblmm!!!" Wonder Woman started to pull at Sandman's hand but found her strength already waning. At that moment, Snooze and Snoar leapt onto the slightly gyrating heroine and grabbed her arms and her legs.
Wonder Woman now started to panic as Dr. Soma's special somaform started to work its magic even on her. The four wrestled and struggled against each other, with Wonder Woman growing ever more violent with each passing moment. Sandman and his goons hung onto the amazon and held her fast as the ether dampened her spirit, drawing her deeper and deeper under.
"She's... she's falling," Sandman said with a grunt as Wonder Woman began screaming and thrusting frantically. "Just... hold her."
For several moments, the four continued their twisting and struggling. Then Sandman peered across the room and smiled. "Ah! The special bed! Quickly, get her legs!" he ordered, nodding his head at the huge, old Victorian bed across the room. The goons smiled and picked up Wonder Woman's long, shapely, bucking legs, and they carried her over to the bed. Then, with a heave-ho, they tossed her gyrating body on the mattress and onto her back.
Wonder Woman sank back and clutched her forehead in dizziness. She moaned and rolled around, then started to get back up. Suddenly, from each corner post, flexible, mechanical arms lashed out and clamped onto her legs and arms. With Herculean strength, they pulled her limbs apart and laid her out in a spread-eagle position.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Wonder Woman screamed as she pulled and twisted against her bonds. "I can't break these... These things!"
"Of course not, my special anesthetic sapped your strength, and those arms are made out of super, re-enforced titanium. Even at full strength, I doubt you could snap them," Sandman said with a cackle as he stood over the now-restrained Wonder Woman.
"UGGH! I demand you set me free! You're a sick man, and you need help. Let me help YOU!." As she screamed and pleaded, a door on the headboard opened, and a mechanical arm with a big cotton pad on its end extended outward and over Wonder Woman's face.
"NOO.MMMNBLLLMMMM!!!"
Wonder Woman's head whipped back and forth, but the pad held fast over her face. Her moans grew deeper, and her body slowed as the drug sapped her strength. Then, with a low groan, she settled down to a nice forced nap.
"Sleep tight, Wonder BITCH! You're gonna love this bed!!!" teased the Sandman as he and his goons left the bedroom and locked the door.
Wonder Woman slept very deeply as the arm hovered the pad about a foot away from her face. As she lay soundly, an array of mechanical arms and pincers came up from the sides of the bed and slowly started pulling at her costume. Over time, it stripped her of her satin tights and boustier, leaving her with only her boots, barrette, and bracelets.
The Huntress's head rolled and dipped, causing her to come awake with a start. Her arms started thrashing as she thought she was still fighting her attackers. She soon realized that Snooze and Snoar were nowhere to be found. Then she gasped in shock.
"WHAT! I'm NAKED!" She quickly wrapped her arms over her chest and cupped her groin. Her costume, except for her gloves, boots, and mask, was gone.
She began looking about and became even more shocked at her small prison. She apparently seemed to be in a large, plastic bag. It was big enough for her to sit comfortably in, and it swung from a hook, making her look like a giant, naked, heroine tea bag. A few feet away, a slowly awakening and very naked Batgirl swung in a bag next to her.
"BATGIRL! Can you hear me?!!" Huntress whispered, hoping no one else could hear.
Batgirl's eyes slowly opened, and she too jumped to attention as she found also found herself in the raw. "What the HELL!! Who took our costumes??!"
"Why I did, of course," said an arrogant voice. From out of the darkness, Sandman approached the two now feverishly angry heroines. "My, now don't we look... Tasty," he grinned, staring at the Huntress's endowment.
"You sick FREAK! You let me out of this NOW or I swear I'll KILL you!" the Huntress screamed, thrusting her body against the transparent bag and punching the material in futility.
"That's right! You can't... you can't do this!" Batgirl added, thinking that the Sandman somehow broke some kind of unwritten Geneva convention about the treatment of super heroines.
"Yeah, sell it to Hallmark, sister," replied the Sandman as he walked up and cupped his hand on Batgirl's plump ass as it pressed against the bottom of the plastic.
"OOOHH!!! You sick FUCK! Get me out of this... get me out!!" Batgirl started screaming and punching wildly at the bag like a trapped animal. The Huntress joined in, and both heroines were pounding, clawing, and kicking their sack prisons like wildcats, screaming and cursing Sandman and his perversions.
"Tsk Tsk. So cranky. I think this oughta slow you both down," the Sandman said with a grin as he walked up to a nearby gas cylinder and cranked the knob. Dr. Soma's special Somaform hissed through tubes that ran from the cylinder to the sacks. Both girls instantly smelled the anesthetic and fought valiantly to cover the tube hole, but to no avail. Their struggles turned to slow twists, then they sank and swayed. Then their curvaceous bodies settled, and the two collapsed unconscious.
"Ah, nothing like a couple of bags of Heroine," punned the Sandman as he walked up and clamped his hands on the Huntress's ass. "Its party time!!!" he said with a grin.
Wonder Woman's eyes slowly began to open, and she rolled her head about, trying to shake the sleepy feeling that dampened her powerful body.
"Ugghh, where... Sandman!" she suddenly remembered being clothed and then put to sleep on the bed. Pulling at her hands and feet, she tested her bonds, but the bed still held her tight and restrained.
"In my weakened condition, I'll never break... WHAT!!... MY COSTUME!!!" she gasped in horror as she stared down at her voluptuous naked body stretched out on the bed before her. "Sandman! You... YOU!." she snarled and cursed as she pulled at her bonds, but all she could do was tire herself.
Then, a low hum rumbled from under the bed, and Wonder Woman seized in puzzlement and slight shock. With a whirring, mechanical sound, a robotic arm rose up from the foot of the bed and loomed between Wonder Woman's outstretched legs like a rising cobra. She stared at it for a few moments, not sure what it was. Then she screamed in shock as she saw what was attached to the end.Gleaming and bristling with ridges, a huge, shiny black dildo stared down at the surprised heroine like the sword of Damocles.
"OH NO!! You wouldn't. You can't!!!"
Her pleas went unanswered as the arm sank down and aimed the tip. Wonder Woman's twisting hips could not keep her labia from the black virtue destroyer, and she screamed as she felt the tip of the dildo touch her pert, tight lips. Thrusting and gyrating, her hips pounded and surged as the implement forced its way past her vaginal lips and deep into her vagina.
She watched in horror as the dildo sank deeper and deeper, and the waves of sexual excitement shot through her like electricity through water.
"Uggh uuughh!! No,.. NO!!..HERA!!!" she screamed and moaned in defiance, but the huge dildo continued pressing inward. As it traveled, an extended tickler slid up between her lips and rubbed against her healthy clit. She screamed and thrust as the sensation tore through her, and the defilement continued. After several minutes of agonizing sexual torture, the ten-inch dildo sank completely inside, and the arm stopped, leaving Wonder Woman panting and gasping in tension-filled sexual bliss.
She looked down over her huge breasts and stared with a dull gaze at the motionless implement. Then, the dildo started pulling back. Then it thrust forward. Then back. Then forward. Like a steam engine's piston, the sexual implement started pumping into Wonder Woman and started pumping her tighter and tighter.
"Great HERA! NO!. it's mechanical. won't stop. can't control IT!" she gasped in horror, knowing her robotic rapist was unrelenting and unstopping. Her breath grew short. She gasped and moaned in ecstasy. Her body was being pumped higher and higher as the dildo plunged in and out of her. Then, tightening and seizing and nearly pulling the titanium cords that bound her limbs straight from their moorings, Wonder Woman's incredible Amazon body soared upward. She tightened and hissed, then exploded in a death spiral of moans and a fantastic display of bucking hips and sliding thighs as the dildo exacted a feverishly devastating climax from the superheroine. She collapsed to the bed in defeat.
Still moaning and rolling about slowly, she raised her head and watched the dildo retract with a dreamy, glazed stare. As she panted, the mechanical arm near her head reached out and placed the somaform pad over her nose and mouth. The fumes quickly shook her back to reality, and Wonder Woman twisted her head away as she sucked down a lungful of the anesthetic. The pad followed her and dabbed down on her passing nose and mouth, slowing her tirade with each pass. Her eyes grew heavy. Her head slowed. The arm then pressed the pad firmly into place, and the cotton soaked away her consciousness. Wonder Woman sank and slipped unconscious.Soma said, bursting into the Sandman's pillow room and standing over him and Batgirl like an angry geek.
"So sue me. Go find your own snatch doc. Can't you see we're busy," the Sandman replied as the Huntress convulsed and screamed in agonizing climax in the background.
"We had a deal, Sandman! You're going to pay!" the doc screamed as he stomped out like a cheated child. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the Sandman replied, rolling Batgirl on her stomach and pressing his penis into her anus.
"He'll pay alright," the old man cursed as he stomped down the hall. Suddenly, he stopped cold and a chill ran down his spine. "I'll nail the best ass of all!" he said with glee as he ran for the stairs.
Wonder Woman lay like a sleeping goddess as she was defeated by yet another dildo-induced climax and put to sleep. The bed had raped her at least five times, and each time the dildos got bigger, longer, and more wicked. The door opened, and Dr. Soma sneaked in.
"Fuck you, Sandman. So what if we're going to sell her to some rich oil sheik? I'm still getting some ass," the Doc cursed as he sat down on the bed next to the sleeping, amazing Amazon and pulled out a smoky bottle of somaform and a cotton pad, placing it on the nightstand.
"Yes, some ass," he said softly as he ran his finger slowly over her large, bare nipple. He stretched his hand and cupped the breast. It was huge. Even with his fingers extended all the way, he could reach the diameter of the massive mammary. She was a six-foot-five-inch wonder, and those breasts looked abundant but good on her Amazon frame. They were soft, full, and very natural, and they shimmied and sloshed as he played with them like a child playing with clay. He then wet his lips and stared at them in disbelief. He couldn't buy a whore like this for all the money Sandman promised. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, and all his sixty years were nothing up to this second. He leaned in and pulled her huge breasts and pert nipple into his mouth and started feeding like a mad dog.
Wonder Woman moaned softly and rolled her head as he accosted her endowment. His other hand cupped her other breast and rolled it around with abandonment. He pressed in and sucked away even harder, gnawing and sucking her nipple to his own satisfaction.
"Oh God! What a body! Sandman, you can keep those other two," the Doc laughed as he loomed over her chest and formed her massive breasts together with both hands. He spent several minutes just staring at the canyon of tan cleavage before him, drooling at the mountains of breasts that he had total control over. What's more, he grew excited remembering the rumors he had heard about Wonder Woman, how she was probably a virgin and how he might right now be the first man to do this to the two greatest breasts on the planet next to Supergirl's. He then leaned in and slid his face between her breasts and rubbed them against his cheeks, kissing her chest and slobbering over her cleavage. "Oh, I'm going to tit-fuck these babies," he thought.
Several minutes of breast fulfillment went by as the Doc did everything he could to those incredible mammaries. He then sat back and looked longingly at her perfect, brown muff. Like a little boy at Christmas, he got up and stripped, and had his clothes off in record time. He then started on those incredible legs. With his hands, he groped, stroked, and ran down their lengths and covered every inch. He even grabbed her knees like some molester stealing a grope. For about a half-hour, he did nothing but grope and squeeze and molest every inch of Wonder Woman's sleeping, prone body, leaving nothing untouched. He finished by sinking in and giving her red lips a deep, wet kiss.
"Now it's fuck time, honey!" he said, trying to talk dirty and trying to think of her as his little sex toy. He climbed in between her thighs and sank down. Using his hand, he guided his erect member forward and pressed it up against her lips. Even though Wonder Woman had been dildo-raped several times, she was still perky and tight, and he felt excited about being the first man to penetrate her. He wasn't a huge man by a long shot, but not getting any for years made him rather stout and hard at this point. Plus, the fact that he was about to fuck the world's greatest sex bomb made him the Eiffel Tower. He pressed forward, and Wonder Woman's eyes slowly opened.
"Wha... what's going..." she moaned and rocked her head back and forth. Doctor Soma quickly reached up and grabbed his bottle and rag. He soaked it with a nice, dazing dose and placed the pad over her nose and mouth. Wonder Woman tried to roll her head away, but the fumes dampened her spirits. He pulled the rag away just in time to drug her but not put her out. He didn't want to fuck a sleeping body and wanted a bit of a ride.
He reached his arms under her shoulder and pulled himself forward. Wonder Woman's hips rose as she felt him enter her, and he hung on to maintain control. After a few moments, he found himself fully inserted and looked up to see the Amazon was still a full head and a half taller than he was. No sweat, since he was now staring down at her massive breasts.
The doc started pumping, slowly slamming his hips in and out as he raped Wonder Woman. Moaning and reacting subconsciously, Wonder Woman reciprocated, surging and lunging her hips against his in rhythmic unison. She groaned and looked down at the little man who was now thrusting harder into her and grabbing her breasts like an inept child. She was now panting and moaning deeply, and it started the Doc getting more and more excited.
"I'm going to do you good, bitch. You're going to know defeat after I'm done! You're a fucking whore who deserves this!" the Doc ranted as he continued the rape, acting like a big man who was raping a defenseless woman.
Wonder Woman's began to clench her teeth and pant quickly as the pumping continued. She stared down at him and looked him in the eye with an incredible sensuous stare as her body thrust with his. He accelerated his plunging and quickened his pace as the wave built. He then reached down and grabbed onto her large, plump ass with both hands.
"Noo..." Wonder Woman gasped in a weak, feminine voice.
"Oh yes, you're going down," the doc replied, acting like a big man.
"You don't understand," she cooed. "If I'm taken by a man, I'll be enslaved to him forever..."
The Doc slowed and stared up at her huge, brown, fawn-like eyes. He had heard many stories about these Amazons and how, if this or that happens to them, they are lost. "What do you mean? Answer!" he screamed, shoving himself deep into her like it was a threat.
"If... if my virtue is lost to a man, I must be his consort for life. I must please him in any way he commands, without hesitation. Please don't. I'm saving myself."
That line sent a chill down the doc's spine that could have frozen a dozen ice trays. Not only was he popping Wonder Woman's cherry, but he would get her for life, as his own sex slave. He went to work like a mad dog, hip-slamming and ramming her like a wild animal.
The Amazon bucked and gyrated, panting "no" again and again and putting up a very erotic struggle with her thighs and hips. The doc was gasping like a track runner, trying his best to push the Amazon over the edge.
"Uggh... my mind... can't control myself... Must make love to you," Wonder Woman gasped as her head rolled back, and she moaned so erotically that the Doc nearly lost it right there.
"Will you do as I say? Will you be mine?" he said, drooling.
"No. I can't. I... YES! Yes, I'll be yours," she said in a cry of defeat.
The Doc went crazy. He tightened so hard, his back crackled and cracked from the tension. With a huge, male scream, he exploded and climaxed inside a moaning, climaxing Wonder Woman.
After several minutes of catching his breath, he pulled himself up and kissed the Amazon. She reciprocated and kissed him deeply, and the two madly exchanged passionate embraces.
"Untie me, master. I must pleasure you," Wonder Woman said in a very feminine, defeated, zombie-like voice.
"Oh, you bet, Wonder boobs," the doc said as he got the remote from his lab coat and released the tendril restraints.
Wonder Woman curled up, crossed her legs on the bed, and smiled at him. The doc slipped back in the bed and on top of her and slipped his hips again between her legs. "How about a blow job, toots?" he said in a semi-asking, semi-ordering tone.
Wonder Woman smiled and played with his hair. "Oh, sure. WHEN HADES FREEZES OVER, YOU TWIRP!"
With that, the amazing Amazon slammed her massively powerful thighs together and squeezed the doc like a boa constrictor. Even without her power belt, Wonder Woman was a 6'5" bombshell that could bench press 200 pounds and could do 150-pound squats with ease. The doc squealed like a pig, and Wonder Woman sank back into the bed with a smile. She then reached up, grabbed the doc by the head, and gave him a big, wet kiss.
"Thanks a lot for setting me free, MORON!" she said rudely. She then put her legs under his chest and sent him flying across the room and into a wardrobe. He collapsed unconscious.
"That virgin/lose my virtue bit works every time," she said, smiling as she got up and picked up her costume. She got dressed and tied the doc up with some curtain cord. As she walked out of the room, she looked back at the bed and smiled. "Gotta get me one of those."
Both Batgirl and Huntress were now being violently gang-raped by Sandman and his men. Buried under a mass of men, each girl was reduced to nothing more than a plugged pleasure doll for their perverted chloroform fantasies and sexual amusement.Sandman reeled his head back and seized, exploding inside Batgirl's mouth.
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and Wonder Woman came barging in. "Well, well. Looks like we can add rape to your list of charges, Sandman," Wonder Woman said with a smile as she stood with her hands on her hips. Too arrogant to think straight, Wonder Woman had missed the relaxing goon having a smoke behind the door. He readied his pad of somaform and jumped Wonder Woman from behind.
"That's it! Nail her! Get her, men!!!" screamed Sandman as Wonder Woman reeled back and stared in shock at the onslaught of goons. They all piled on top of her and began pulling her down. The fumes were sucking and sapping her strength, and Wonder Woman began to stagger and sway. Then, with one last burst of Amazon strength, Wonder Woman exploded and threw the goons off of her.
Several slammed into the walls, while others landed on the floor. The Amazon staggered and held her head in dizziness as the men started to regroup. A dazed and totally fucked Batgirl and Huntress inched toward each other and lay back to back, working on their ropes, and Wonder Woman started throwing the Sandman's men about like dolls.
"Take this, Wonder Jugs!" Sandman hissed as he sprayed gas into her face. Wonder Woman staggered back and tripped on one of his henchmen, sending her hard to the floor. Immediately, three goons piled on top of her, and another somaform pad clamped down over her nose and mouth.
"Not so fast!" screamed Batgirl as she sent a roundhouse kick straight into Sandman's face. The Huntress somersaulted toward the pile of men and Wonder Woman, and she drop-kicked a blow straight into one of their heads. Two men got up and rushed Huntress, but she was a far better combatant, dodging their swings with ease and kicking the daylights out of them with her muscular, sexy legs.
"You perverted fuck! We'll teach you!!" Batgirl said, punching the Sandman in his crotch, then grabbing his hair and slamming his head down on her knee. The master crook staggered back with a bloody nose and cried in agony as he stared at the blood. Batgirl ran toward him and planted both of her feet into his chest, sending him straight into the wall hard enough to put his lights out.
Wonder Woman slammed two of the crook's heads together and dusted her hands as they dropped to the floor. All three heroines stood around and stared at the pile of beaten men at their feet.
"What do you think we should do with them?" the Huntress asked, wrapping herself in a blanket.
"I've got just the thing," Wonder Woman said with a smile.
"That magic lasso of yours really did the trick," Batgirl said with a smile as she sat on the bed, patting the bare male ass laying in front of her.
"Yes, those goons won't remember a thing, especially about raping us, and Dr. Soma now won't ever be able to replicate his formula," Wonder Woman said with a smile as she too petted the ass in front of her.
"What about Sandman? Why did we drag him up here?" asked the Huntress.
"Watch!"
Wonder Woman pressed the buttons on the remote, and a mechanical arm sporting a huge dildo rose up from the foot of the bed. Sandman slowly started to come around and mumbled under his gag as he lay spread-eagle on his stomach on the bed. His eyes bulged in terror and pain as the dildo parted his ass cheeks and pressed inside.
"Ta-ta, Sandman. It's been a slice of heaven," Batgirl said, smacking his butt and walking out with a giggle. "We'll call Police Commissioner Gordon and let him know where you are."
"Yeah, in about two or three hours," laughed the Huntress. All three women laughed and walked out as Sandman screamed and wailed from the brutal ass rape. | 1 |
1,437 | Cape And Cowl: The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl | "Mayday... Mayday... Mayday..." the pilot of the small jet said in a controlled voice as he struggled with the controls of the crippled aircraft. "This is Gotham Air Two-Zero-Niner declaring an emergency!"
Those simple words brought fear to the heart of Jim Lee. In all his twelve years of flying, including almost a hundred combat missions during the Gulf War, he'd never had to declare an emergency. Three minutes ago, just as he'd made the leisurely turn that would line his plane up for the approach into Washington's National Airport, a sudden explosion had ripped through the starboard engine.
Thousands of hours of flying time helped avert any sense of panic as he quickly increased power to the port engine and tried to keep the aircraft intact long enough to make an emergency landing.
"Brace yourself," he said to the smartly dressed young woman who occupied the co-pilot's seat. "This is going to be a little rough," Lee added, trying to be reassuring.
In the split second he had spared to look into the emerald eyes of his sole passenger, Captain Lee had been surprised to see no trace of fear in the redhead. It was as if the young woman faced life or death situations all the time, secure in her acceptance of an uncontrollable fate. In a way, it made him feel more secure as well. The last thing he needed right now was a hysterical right-seater.
Glancing up from the instrument panel and then out the window, Jim's eyes fixed on the rapidly growing image of the Woodrow Wilson Bridge. Rapidly, he ran the numbers though his head, and a small smile filled his face. Once they cleared the bridge, which he judged they would be able to do, they were home free.
"Almost there..." he said as the altimeter continued to drop.
What measure of confidence he felt, evaporated in a second as the airframe suddenly rocked once again. Jerking his head to the left, a look of horror filled his face as he saw the small jagged hole that now appeared in the port engine.
"Oh shit," he whispered, all color drained from his face.
"We're not going to make it, are we?" the redhead said, no longer worried about breaking the pilot's concentration.
Jim Lee's eyes glanced down at the now spinning altimeter and the bridge before them. They were dropping like a rock. It was no longer a matter of clearing the bridge. If anything, they'd be lucky if they didn't take out a dozen cars when they crashed into it.
Resigned that there was nothing more that he could do, he turned and faced his passenger. No sound issued from his lips, but the look of resignation in his eyes was all the silent answer she needed. Just as quietly, the 26-year-old mouthed a prayer that the end would be instantaneous.
Suddenly. Incomprehensibly. The encompassing view of the bridge suddenly dropped below the horizon as the small aircraft rose once more into the sky. It took a moment for the two of them to realize they were still alive. It was a dozen more heartbeats before they dared considered asking themselves how could they be with both engines destroyed.
Before they could say a word to each other, they found themselves on the ground at National Airport. Instinct took over, and they quickly exited the aircraft, right into the arms of the emergency crews which were already surrounding it.
"I guess it's safe now to ask..." the young woman said. "Why aren't we dead?"
The answer came in the form of an athletic blonde-haired woman who walked out from under the damaged starboard wing. 5'7" and about 120 lbs, she wore a tight-fitting blue shirt which topped a red skirt and matching red boots. An equally bright red cape draped across her shoulders. Situated across her rounded breasts was an irregular red and yellow pentagon with a stylized "S" in it.
"Supergirl!" the redhead exclaimed.
"Are the two of you all right?" the Girl of Steel asked as she reached the front of the plane. "I didn't have much time to be gentle if I was going to keep you from becoming an unwelcome decoration on a National Monument."
"We're fine, and thankful beyond words," Jim said as he stepped forward and extended his hand out in welcome. "Jim Lee, pilot and from now on, your number one fan."
"That's better than any reward," Supergirl smiled as she accepted his outstretched hand.
"And let me add my own thanks," the woman in the conservative business suit said as she reached out as well. "Barbara Gordon."
Automatically, Supergirl shifted her attention to Barbara as she had done with a thousand thankful recipients before. Abruptly, the Kryptonian froze as she focused on the attractive young woman for the first time.
Barbara noticed the sudden pause, unsure what to make of it. She waited a few moments, then asked.
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm sorry," Supergirl said, snapping out of her momentary daze. "I thought you looked familiar, that's all."
"Maybe you saw me on CSPAN," Barbara replied. "Although as Gotham City's most junior Congresswoman, I usually get on opposite most of the late-night lineup."
"Congresswoman Gordon, of course," Supergirl smiled. "I've read some of your speeches. They were very impressive."
"I'm flattered," Barbara said.
"Well, I'm just glad I was able to be here when you had your accident," Supergirl said as she began her own well-rehearsed speech. "The country needs people like you."
"I'm glad you were as well," Barbara replied. "But I'm afraid it was definitely not an accident."
"I don't understand," Supergirl said.
"One engine exploding is an accident," Barbara explained. "Two is a statistical anomaly."
With that, the Girl of Steel turned and focused her amazing vision on the twisted remains under both wings. Layer by layer, inch by inch, she surveyed the mangled metal.
"I'm afraid you're right," she reported. "I'm picking up almost untraceable amounts of explosive residue. They'd be invisible under normal investigation."
"I'd expect that," Barbara said, amazingly calm for someone discussing what was supposed to be the instrument of her own death. "If we'd gone down into the Potomac, as was undoubtedly planned, it would've been written up as a tragic, inexplicable accident."
"You sound like you have a good idea who planted those explosives," Supergirl said.
"Not enough to convince the FBI," the Congresswoman replied. "Not even with two other members of Congress having had similar, more fatal accidents in the last eight months."
"Well, I'm not the FBI," Supergirl said, suddenly very interested. "Convince me."
"I'm afraid I don't have any real proof," Barbara went on. "I just find it too coincidental that both of them and I were on that fact-finding trip to Qurac last year. The one that led to Congress's resolution condemning Qurac for exporting acts of terrorism."
"Qurac, that's a nasty bunch," Supergirl noted. "But wouldn't simply blowing up your plane be more their style?"
"That's true," Barbara agreed. "But what information I've been able to come by suggests that this is a contract job. A group of mercenaries led by a woman called the Crimson Rose."
"I've heard of her," Supergirl replied. "As bad as the Quraci's are, she's worse."
"Definitely," Barbara agreed. "And this is exactly her style. She wanted us to know that we were going to die. She gets off on the fear she creates in others."
Supergirl took a few steps away, lost in thought for a few moments. She had only planned to be in Washington for a few hours, just long enough to drop off a heart for a transplant at George Washington University Hospital. Now she had a new goal.
"If you're right, you can be certain that she doesn't suffer defeat gladly," Supergirl noted.
"In other words, I should expect another attempt... and soon," Barbara agreed.
"Exactly," Supergirl said with determination. "And when they do, I'll be there."
A look of concern flashed across Barbara's face. For some reason, the prospect of having the Girl of Steel as a bodyguard seemed to bother her. A strange reaction for someone whose life was in obvious danger."I'm afraid that's not a good idea," Barbara said. "I can't really explain why, but I can't let people think I'm running away from what everyone tells me is an overactive imagination."
The Congresswoman's heart was racing, Supergirl noted. A tell-tale sign that she was hiding much more than she was telling. Still, it was her business, her life. She couldn't be forced to accept a bodyguard.
"I assume you don't have any objection to my spending a few days in Washington and taking a little look around?" Supergirl asked.
"Of course not," Barbara smiled, a smile that hid many secrets.
With that, the Maid of Might was gone.
Ten minutes later, Supergirl found herself drifting among the clouds. Barbara Gordon had made quite an impression on her for a number of reasons. Even if there hadn't been an attempt on her life, she would've wanted to find some reason to spend a little time around Washington and try to get to know her better. Kara had been taken aback when she first saw the Congresswoman. Not that Barbara would have any way of knowing it, but she was almost a twin for Supergirl's first lover. At least what the Kryptonian thought her friend Zara would have looked like if she'd had the chance to grow into womanhood.
Sadly, among all the children of Argo City, only Kara Zor-El, known to the people of Earth as Supergirl, had the chance to grow to adulthood. The children of Argo, like their parents, had died when the protective shield around their small spaceborne city had been shattered by a thousand meteor fragments some eight years past. Only her father's foresight to have constructed an escape rocket, patterned after the one that brought her cousin Superman to Earth years earlier, had enabled her to survive.
It hadn't been easy adjusting to life on Earth. Unlike her cousin who had come to this alien world as an infant, Kara had lived the first 15 of her 24 years as a normal, that is non-super girl. Although taken to heart by the people of Earth as one of their super-powered protectors, Supergirl had felt apart from them in many ways, especially in those relating to love.
Relationships are hard when you can, as the saying goes, bend steel in your bare hands. Actually, as Supergirl had corrected herself many times, it was difficult when you were a woman and had abilities far beyond those of mortal men -- or women.
It had been almost two years since Supergirl had her last serious love, Susan Wienczorkowski. An officer on Metropolis's Special Crime Units, she had died in the line of duty while Kara was halfway around the world fighting a fire that had already devastated half a town in Germany. The loss had hit Supergirl hard and for a time she blamed herself for not being there when it mattered. But with time, she finally accepted the counsel of her older and more experienced cousin. You can't save everyone, he constantly reminded her. Not even when the one you can't help is the one that matters the most.
After that, Kara had little success with either men or women -- contenting herself with a series of meaningless flings. It was funny, she sometimes considered, how many of them had occurred with fellow costumed adventurers. It had to have something to do with the lifestyle.
The most interesting of these brief relationships, she thought, had been with J'onn J'onzz. Known to the public at large as the Martian Manhunter, he was also an alien visitor to this world. With a compatible humanoid physiology, J'onn was perhaps the second most physically powerful man on the planet. Her cousin Kal occupied the first position. Unlike Superman, on whom she had once turned her x-ray vision on one night out of curiosity, J'onn had a 10" cock that was as thick as a baseball bat. That being the case, who cared if it was green.
It had been fun while it lasted. The relationship had paled, however, outside of the bedroom. By Earth calendars, Kara had been 22 years old at the time. J'onn, according to those same human measurements, was almost a century old. They just couldn't relate to each other very well once they were out from under the sheets.
Still, she ached for another relationship that would again send her heart afire with excitement. Whatever instincts she had, told her that Barbara was that type of woman who could do that. From the very first moment she saw her, she seemed the embodiment of every woman she had ever desired. Even now she could still savor the scent of her perfume, a delightful flowery aroma that conjured up images of virgin gardens and lost summer nights.
Of course, she reminded herself, there could be a dozen flaws in her thinking. On the top of the list, the very strong possibility that Barbara might not be interested in other women -- a very common trait for women of this culture. Unlike her native Krypton where gender was less important than feelings.
But those were questions for later. First, she had to find the ruthless bitch who wanted to see her new infatuation dead. After thinking about it a few minutes, she knew exactly how to track her down.
Soft as a feather, Kara set down on the top ledge of an apartment building across from the Quraci Embassy. By international law, the large red brick building just a few hundred feet away was protected by territorial sovereignty -- literally it was a piece of Qurac. Diplomatic immunity protected both the inhabitants and whatever secrets the hundreds of file cabinets within might contain. All of which meant absolutely nothing to the determined young woman standing in the warm afternoon breeze.
The Quraci Embassy had been protected from unwanted surveillance by several million dollars' worth of security precautions, both human and electronic. All of this was useless against a person with x-ray vision, super-hearing, and almost unlimited patience.
Floor by floor, office by office, Supergirl scanned each carefully guarded secret. In addition, every incoming and outgoing phone call was as clear as if Kara was an invited participant. It was only a matter of time before she found the particular secret she sought.
Barbara Gordon finally returned to her apartment in downtown Washington. With the almost crash as the lead on the evening news, the FBI finally took an interest in the case. In fact, the President himself had called to ask about her condition. But all of it had been merely political showmanship. The agents who had interviewed her and Jim showed no real interest in her theories concerning the Quraci's. After all, to them she was still only a temporary Congresswoman, appointed to fill out an unexpired term. She hadn't even been elected in her own right.
"Rest assured," the men in the dark suits and sunglasses had told her, "the entire resources of the federal government will be put behind the search for what really happened." Then they had sent her on her way, certain that their interest wouldn't last longer than the next day's evening news.
Checking in with her office, Barbara had been likewise reassured by Tim Murray, the chief of staff she had inherited from the late departed Congressman Stephen Jefferson, that everything was under control and there wasn't even any need for her to stop by. For perhaps the hundredth time, Barbara promised herself that if she did manage to get elected in her own right in November, there were going to be major changes in that office.
Right now, however, she had more important things on her mind. The people who wanted her dead were still out there. If she thought about it, she knew that any other member of Congress would've quickly gone into hiding, demanding FBI or Secret Service protection as they did.
That wasn't her style. Barbara Gordon had fought her own battles all of her life. Most of them in situations that few of her colleagues could've ever imagined.
Moving into the bedroom, the tall redhead quickly stripped off her business suit and the equally conservative undergarments beneath them. Standing in only her panties in front of the dresser mirror, the Gothamite was reminded that periods of extreme danger had always left her incredibly aroused. Today's near-fatal incident had been no different.
Gently, she ran one hand across the lightly covered red bush between her legs while her other hand laid across her breasts. The lean athletic form the 26-year-old had worked so hard to develop back in high school and college was still very much in evidence. Her breasts weren't very large, but they stood on their own without support. Many times over the years, she'd been told they were near-perfect globes. She played with the pert nipples for a few moments, smiling as they sprang to life. They had always been very sensitive, and given her current state of arousal, it took only a soft touch to bring them to erectness.
Barbara lost herself in the sensation of her own touch. Eyes tightly closed, she slid her hands down across her breasts one last time and over her flat stomach. Coming to a rest when they reached the small white triangle between her legs. Using both hands, she rubbed against the soft material. A soft sigh escaped her lips in response to her caress.
Sliding her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, she provided a deeper touch. Now Barbara's breaths came in shorter gasps as she slid first one, then two fingers inside of herself. In due time, a third finger would follow.
Faster, deeper she rubbed, manipulating her clit and covering her long, slender fingers with her wetness. Eventually, the small cloth of her underwear became too restrictive and was also discarded. A few more minutes of play brought forth a small but enjoyable climax. Yet in the quiet aftermath of her pleasure, she knew it to be an empty reward.
She hadn't had a lover since leaving Gotham City some eleven months ago. Sure, the work she was trying to do was important, she kept telling herself.More important than anything she could accomplish back home. Yet this was a strange city where being in the public eye meant you had little or no private life. There were times she regretted taking the appointment when it was offered to her. One of the most common times was when she crawled into bed each night alone. She had grown very tired of only having a piece of plastic and a few D cells as her only company.
Not that there weren't a great deal of men around her all the time. She was, in truth, quite an attractive woman. But it hadn't taken more than a few innocent dates for her to learn that most of them were more interested in the Congresswoman in front of her name and what that title could do for them. Reluctantly, she had pushed her social life aside and concentrated instead on learning the ropes of her new job. Only to be checked at almost every turn by her own staff. "Give it time," they kept telling her. "You have to learn how to walk before you can run."
Her social life wasn't the only thing Barbara had left behind in Gotham. Unknown to all but a select few, especially those who had proposed her selection to replace Congressman Jefferson, there was quite another facet of her personality. One which would have made them reconsider their opinion that she was a safe candidate who would simply toe the party line until they could get a professional on the ballot.
"Screw them all!" Barbara shouted to the empty air as she finally lost her temper.
A fiery rage flushed through her body as she stormed into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she stood under the rushing water, washing away the grime of the day's adventure. The central theme of her train of thought was that someone had tried to kill her today -- now what was she going to do about it.
Quickly drying herself once out of the shower, she concluded that there was little that Congresswoman Gordon could do. That aspect of her personality, however, was quickly being replaced by a much older one -- one a great deal more dynamic.
"I guess I wasn't making as much of a difference as I thought," the naked beauty thought as she stepped into the bedroom, realizing that she had already made her decision.
Moving to the red brick wall that the builders had left when they remodeled the old building, Barbara reached up and pressed the center brick on the top row. Silent servos came to life as the brick wall separated in two, forming an entranceway to a concealed room beyond.
When she had first made the decision to relocate to Washington, Bruce Wayne had offered her this apartment in one of the buildings owned by Wayne Enterprises. He had explained about the hidden room and how she could use it to hide that which she wanted to keep away from prying eyes. At the time, she'd laughed at the idea that she would drag her past along with her as she set out on what she termed a great adventure. Still, to humor Bruce, she had allowed him to set up the room in case she ever needed it. Now it seemed that Bruce had known her better than she knew herself.
Not that she found that thought very surprising as she stepped into the inner chamber and the entrance closed behind her. People had been underestimating Bruce Wayne for twenty years. To the world at large, he alternated between the image of a playboy and the head of one of the world's leading industrial giants. What few had ever saw, because he didn't wish them to see, was that beneath those dual guises he wore another mantle. The mantle of the bat. Bruce Wayne was the scourge of Gotham's underworld known as The Batman.
As the lights of the small antechamber grew to life, the paraphernalia around her gave testament to the fact that like Bruce, Barbara had also worn the mantle of the bat. For the last few years, Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl.
The room around her was almost an exact duplicate of the one she had designed herself in her original apartment back home. Bruce was good for that, recreating familiar surroundings. He'd even had the main rooms of his family's suburban estate recreated on the top floors of the Wayne Tower when he shifted his operations to downtown Gotham.
A small dresser contained a collection of plain white sports bras and panties. Barbara had never really checked before but discovered that both were exactly her size. That was another thing that Bruce was really good at estimating.
As she put them on, Barbara slightly regretted that she never really took the time to find out what else Bruce was really good at. Of course, that was the state of arousal talking she knew. There was no way she could've had an affair with Bruce Wayne. Not after she'd already had a somewhat brief one with the junior partner of the Dynamic Duo - Robin.
Adjusting the straps of her bra, Barbara remembered how nice it had felt to have the younger man in her bed those many mornings after they'd gone on patrol together. It was a pity that the relationship had faded after he left for college.
"Time to put all those thoughts behind you," a little voice reminded her as she shifted into what she used to call "combat mode."
With a practice that came back so naturally, Barbara quickly donned the purple and gold costume she had made what now seemed a lifetime ago. Of course, this wasn't the same one she had worn on her first night as Batgirl. Batman had long ago replaced that uniform with one that incorporated the very latest in lightweight body armor.
The soft feel of lycra against her chest brought back a rush of pleasant memories. How could she ever have thought she could leave all of this behind?
Carefully, she adjusted the gold utility belt around her waist. There was no need to check each compartment. She knew each one would contain a duplicate of what was in her original arsenal. That, or an updated improvement.
Finally, to complete the transformation, Barbara reached for the tight purple and black cowl that rested on a styrofoam head. Back in her early days of the Darknight Damsel, she'd worn a long-haired red wig underneath the cowl to hide her own short locks. Now her own natural hair was more than long enough to take the wig's place.
Once cowl and cape were securely locked in place, the transformed Congresswoman stood before the large full-sized wall mirror.
"This is what I was born to do," she said to the reflection of the crime-fighter. "I'm never going to make the mistake of leaving it behind again." | 4 |
1,441 | Batgirl - The Untold Origin - Part 3 | "I love you," Barbara Gordon told her father as she kissed him goodbye. His light brown trench coat rustled softly as he moved down the hallway away from her. She knew this had been difficult for him. Partly he didn't want to see his little girl growing up, and partly he truly felt that eighteen was too young to be living alone in a place like Gotham City, especially when there was a secure police commissioner's home where she would always be welcome.
But Barbara had made up her mind, and her father knew by now not to argue too long and hard with her. She turned away from the closed door and scanned her apartment. It had taken her months to find just the right place. Ground floor, a secure entrance to a little-used alley, even a storage space for her motorcycle, a special, highly modified bike. A vehicle that would overcome her inability to swing through the rooftops like the man she admired.
Evening was settling in. She closed all the blinds and undressed, and brought out from the dresser the body stocking she'd also specially modified to her new needs. She pulled the black skin-tight outfit on, wrapped the bright yellow cape around her shoulders, and pulled on the cowl, complete with red wig, over her head.
Barbara examined herself in the mirror. It was not the first time she'd worn it, but it felt like it. Tonight was to be Batgirl's debut.
The girl smiled behind her mask. The outfit certainly wasn't one to strike terror into the hearts of evildoers, like Batman's, but that was okay. There's more than one way to disarm an opponent, she thought. Like making him think you're frail and helpless.
She nodded once with approval at the costumed figure in the mirror, saw it was dark outside, and left by the alley door. Moments later, she was racing down the side streets of Gotham City's seamier section on her whisper-quiet cycle.
When she neared the address she sought, she pulled into an alley and parked behind a dumpster. Drawing a thin line out of the yellow belt on her shapely hips, she tossed a loop around a gargoyle four stories up and climbed with ease. The pure balance she once had may be gone, she thought, but she still had pure athleticism on her side.
On the roof, she silently glided to the lone skylight, then looked through only to be bitterly disappointed. Below she saw a dozen men knocked unconscious or securely bound. Something caught the corner of her eye, and she turned to catch a momentary glimpse of a bat-like figure three buildings away. He had beaten her to the punch, so to speak.
It had taken Barbara three weeks to pick up enough leads from her father and other contacts she had made to locate the Riddler's band. They had planned to break him out of prison, but Batman had made sure their plans had failed.
Batgirl heard sirens and decided it was time to slip away. Her first effort was a failure. Her next, she thought grimly, would not be.
**********
"He's escaped prison, sir!"
Barbara could clearly hear the urgency in the officer's voice over the speaker phone. Her father was across his office pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Who escaped?" James Gordon growled.
"Micah Bender!"
There was a sudden, dreadful silence in the commissioner's office as its two occupants stared intently at each other. Barbara felt her gut churn once.
"Dammit! How does this happen?!" Gordon bellowed. "I want every man on this force tearing the city apart until he's found!" He stabbed the button on the phone so hard the instrument flipped over. Fuming, he slammed the phone on his desk right side up again. "Barbara, I want-"
"No Dad," Barbara interrupted firmly. "I'm not moving home again every time some pervert escapes."
"This isn't any pervert and you know it. There's every reason to believe he'll come after you again!"
"I can handle him Dad. I'm not a fourteen-year-old kid anymore."
"You don't understand. He's not stupid. The warden reports Bender has been studying hard on bio-chemistry, specifically hallucinogenic drugs. We don't know how much he's learned. You may not be a kid, but he's a lot more dangerous than he ever was."
"Well, you ought to have a good idea where to start looking for him then," Barbara told him as she got up to leave.
"What?"
Barbara smiled at her father from the door. "Chemicals. He'll be wanting a lot of them. And specialized ones, as well. Where can he get them?"
She saw her father's face, could see his mind suddenly racing with the possibilities, and was glad not for the first time that he could be so easily distracted from family to professional interests. She left his office, safely free of their argument.
Catching the bus, the girl considered this development. It was true that Mind Bender might come for her again. She'd heard whispers of him swearing vengeance on her and Batman. She smiled at the idea.
Something else was true. He would need chemicals if, as seemed likely, he planned to use hallucinogens to give literal meaning to his nom de plume. The question wasn't so much where he would get them, but where he could get enough of them for his purposes with the entire police force on alert for him. All the traditional warehouses and outlets would be protected.
Fortunately, Barbara knew a thing or two about chemistry herself, and she was aware of the one place in the city where Mind Bender might find what he needed unimpeded. The only real question was whether the Batman would figure it out as well.
**********
Batgirl shifted uneasily in the bushes. It was two in the morning, and there was no sign of him yet. Had she miscalculated? Would he strike tonight at all?
She heard a slight rustle far away to the right. Following the sound with her eyes, she saw a security guard doing his rounds. But even as she looked, he suddenly doubled over and collapsed. From nowhere five men appeared around the fallen guard, including one figure wearing the green and yellow costume of Mind Bender.
"This is it, boys," she heard him say as he pulled a dart from the guard's body. "Like we planned it, and quickly!"
With well-timed precision the men moved to the doorway in front of Batgirl, put something on the lock and turned their eyes. A blinding flash, and the lock was melted away. Behind Batgirl, safely caged, a lion grumbled, disturbed from his sleep by the light.
Settle down, Tabby, Batgirl thought. I'll stop them. Looks like I'm the only one who realized what Mr. Bender needs is right here in the veterinary stores of Gotham Zoo.
The men vanished into the building, and in a moment Batgirl followed suit. She'd made sure to study the blueprints of this building at the library, and so was able to move around without the aid of a flashlight.
She could hear them ahead, rustling about. No whispered commands were given, which told her they had somehow carefully rehearsed all this in the little time Mind Bender had been free. She hoped it would also mean the unexpected entrance of a costumed crime fighter would confuse them enough to give her a decided advantage.
She crept forward, silently stalking her prey. Soon, from behind a counter in the lab, she could see them. Mind Bender's grotesque costume brought forth a flood of unpleasant memories to the novice hero, some she had thought permanently forgotten. Her stomach churned slightly as she recalled the atrocities that man had done to her, and a cold sweat broke out on her cowled forehead.
Batgirl shook her head, trying to brush away the unpleasant recollections. This was no time for uncertainty and indecision. Still, she was unable to keep her hands from trembling as she withdrew a bat-a-rang modeled after Batman's own.
This is it, she thought, and leapt over the countertop, hurling the bat-a-rang toward one of the gang. Her trembling hand was slightly off, and it only grazed the back of the man's head. Undaunted, she rushed forward, taking the fight into the middle of the group where their numbers would be less of an advantage. Leaping high into the air, Batgirl brought the edge of her hand against one man's throat while catching another on the temple with the sharp toe of her yellow boot.
This isn't so bad, she thought. "Better give it up, boys!" she called out, dropping a third with a karate move. "You're all going to jail anyway!"
The fourth man swung a clumsy fist at her. She grabbed his arm with one hand and brought her other elbow down on it hard. She felt a sickening pop as his shoulder left its socket and the man howled in pain.She turned quickly to face Mind Bender himself, but her eyes flew open in surprise when she saw him. She had just time to glimpse his grinning face before a dart blew out of the gun in his hand. It lodged in her thigh, and before she could count to two, she was unconscious on the floor.
When Batgirl awoke, it was with a start. Her head snapped up into instant awareness, feeling not at all groggy. She also felt completely helpless.
She was hanging in mid-air, nylon ropes on her wrists and ankles, suspending her inches from the floor, and spread-eagled into a large X. The strain on her limbs was tremendous, her body pulled so tight that she could get no leverage to try to free herself.
"My my my," said a horrifyingly shrill voice from behind her. Slowly the creature she knew as Mind Bender walked around into her field of view. "What have we here? A pretty little bitch all dressed up like Batman, probably suffering from a severe case of penis envy!" He cackled loudly at his henchmen, who also came into view.
"When I get free," Batgirl hissed, "I'll see you don't have a penis to envy!"
Mind Bender's maniacal smile faded into a frightening glare of fury. He leaned closer to her, stared into her brown eyes, and drew his hand lightly up her thigh and waist to rest squarely on her left breast. With sudden mad strength he sank his fingers deep into the soft, tender flesh and violently twisted and pulled. He brought his knee full force up into the juncture between her spread legs three times, crushing her velvety-soft pubic flesh against her pelvic bone.
Batgirl strained to be strong, but simply could not hold back a heart-rending cry of agony. Unwanted tears flowed out from under her cowl, and the men around her chuckled with glee at her torture.
"I don't know who you are, Bat-bitch," Mind Bender growled, "and I don't care. But you couldn't have come at a more opportune time." He finally released her breast and, stepping away, reverted to his normal, bizarre personality. "I need a...taste tester, you might say. I'm becoming quite a cook, and you'll be just the person to let me know how good I am."
He howled and cackled, his henchmen laughing with him. "But first, I'm afraid, you must be punished. It wasn't nice to interrupt my grocery shopping at the zoo. Now that you're awake, you can appreciate the full value of your punishment."
As the henchmen all leaned forward with anticipation, leering at the helpless, beautiful girl, Mind Bender produced a thin, razor-sharp blade and flashed it tauntingly in front of her eyes. He carefully inserted it through the black material of her costume just above her left nipple, and cut a small hole so that her nipple and aureole were suddenly exposed. In similar fashion, he exposed her entire right breast.
Batgirl's cheeks burned as she felt herself being slowly revealed, helpless to do anything but endure the humiliation. He began cutting a line in her body stocking from her right ankle up the inside of her leg to her spread crotch. He repeated the action with her left leg, until only one inch of material held the suit together at the crotch. The men laughed and remarked at her curly brown pubic hair peeking out from underneath. She hadn't worn panties, because she didn't like the panty line showing under the tight outfit.
Mind Bender poked the point of the blade through the material at the top of her slit, scratching her clit and eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He drew the blade down slowly, the cool metal sliding dangerously between her warm labia. Then, with one quick, expert flip of his wrist, he separated the material and cut a wide area at the crotch, completely exposing her pussy...and the golden bat emblem that hung from its short chain between her legs.
"Well well, what have we here?" Mind Bender chuckled, fingering the metal as Batgirl shivered, understanding her complete vulnerability. "A good luck charm? Doesn't seem to have brought you much luck today, has it, Bat-bitch?"
He yanked hard on it, and Batgirl's face suddenly went purple as she shrieked in unimaginable agony. The mad criminal held the charm in front of her eyes, flecks of blood on it proof of the mutilation he had done to her labia. She shook and trembled in her bonds, crying in great sobbing howls. For the first time, she questioned her ability to deal with the situation. Up to now, she had been convinced she could find an escape. But now she realized he was capable of killing without a moment's notice, and his unpredictability was his greatest threat.
As she cried, Mind Bender turned away. "I have to get ready. Finish stripping her if you want. Except the mask. I rather like the mask."
As Mind Bender left to another room, the four henchmen eagerly took up the task of ripping every shred of clothing from her until all she wore was her cowl. Batgirl watched with dismay as they tossed her utility belt across the room. They took every opportunity to fondle her breasts and shove fat fingers up her tormented pussy.
Mind Bender returned moments later with a large hypodermic needle, and his men moved back. "A little recipe of my own devising. It causes a person to believe anything I tell them, more or less."
"Hypnosis drugs have been around a long time," Batgirl said, struggling to regain her composure and sound brave, despite the throbbing agony between her legs. "You've got nothing new."
"Ah, but this is nothing so mundane," Mind Bender replied with a giggle. "Hypnosis-inducing drugs merely bring the sub-conscious to the fore, allowing the subject's perception of reality to change. This is much more sophisticated. Your perception of reality won't change, but you'll behave as if it has.!"
Mind Bender laughed and danced around insanely for a moment, then he approached her again. "And you'll get to show me how well it works! It can be administered anywhere, but where would be most effective?"
He made a great show of seeming to consider the question carefully, but Batgirl had no doubts about where he would administer his vile drug. He brought the needle to her breast, as she expected. She braced herself for more agony, and he pressed the point against the tip of her hard nipple and sank all three inches into her breast as she shook and whimpered.
"I should warn you that the drug is a bit painful," he giggled, and pressed the plunger, injecting a third of the cloudy fluid into her. Instantly her breast felt as if it were burning from the inside, and swelling near to explosion. She groaned and fresh tears poured from lovely eyes. He gave the same treatment to her right breast, and then, to her horror, pierced the needle into the flesh near her clit.
The agony in her sex was easily as great as when he savagely ripped her charm ring through the fleshy hood over her clit, but where that pain had faded after a few moments, this continued to build. Batgirl cried out, thrashing her head from side to side, unable to relieve the torture wracking her body. The pain grew steadily second by second. Her breasts began to swell until they were half again their normal size. Her clit swelled up as well, to the size of a marble, and her inner labia, suddenly gorged with blood, turned deep crimson and bulged out over three inches from her outer lips.
"Play with her!" Mind Bender cackled to the men, and they laughed and began viciously pinching her nipples, now the size of her thumb, and wrenching her clit and pussy lips. Batgirl quivered and howled, sobbing and shrieking in torture beyond reason. She held out as long as she could, but eventually she was forced to do that which she abhorred most.
"Stop it!" she shouted. "Oh God please don't! You're killing me! Please, oh please don't hurt me anymore!"
As she begged for mercy the men roared with laughter. Batgirl, despite all that had happened before, only now felt totally defeated.
Gradually, through the torment, she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, and realized she had stopped what little struggling she was capable of. It was as if she was only aware of her body from a distance. The swelling in her breasts and pussy had gone down, and she gratefully felt the pain ease. Sweat glistened on her body.
"Take her down," Mind Bender told his men. They quickly untied her wrists and ankles and lifted her down to the floor. Batgirl stood unhindered, but was unable to move a muscle no matter how hard she tried.
"Your hand are tied behind you!" he told her, and as if drawn by invisible strings her hands moved behind her back. "The floor is red-hot!"
At his merest word, Batgirl began jumping up and down, hopping from one foot to the other, shamefully aware of the exhibit she was making for the men as her breasts bounced around on her chest.
"You see, bat-bitch," Mind Bender grinned, "this is no ordinary hallucinogen. You don't truly believe your hands or tied, or that the floor is hot. You are simply incapable of behaving as if the world isn't as I've said. Let's drive home the point a bit more. The floor is cool."
Batgirl was able to stop jumping immediately. He was right...the floor hadn't actually felt hot to her, but she couldn't stop from acting as if it did. She shuddered inwardly, realizing the kind of absolute control over her this gave him.
"You love it when men watch you masturbate," he told her. "You want to masturbate right now. Your hands are untied."
Touching her bruised and torn pussy was the last thing she wanted to do, but was helpless to stop herself from lying down on the floor, raising and spreading her knees, and making sure everyone had a good view before vigorously rubbing her agonized clit. Every touch sent stabbing pain shooting through her pussy, but she carried on with all the enthusiasm possible.Within moments, she brought herself to a tormented, humiliating orgasm as the men leered and laughed at the squirming, squealing masked girl.
"You love to suck cock. You'll gladly get on your hands and knees and beg to suck the cock of any man you see."
The horrified girl got on all fours and crawled to the group of five men. "Please let me suck your cock! Any of you! All of you! I love it so much! Please let me suck your cocks!" So powerful was the drug within her that she even twisted and gyrated her naked body around suggestively before them, and smiled with hungry lust.
Laughing, the man closest to her opened his pants, and she greedily pulled his large, swollen prick into her mouth. To her own disgust, she moaned and licked and worked the shaft as if it was the most wonderful thing in the world to her. She sucked him to a huge orgasm, and after drinking his come and carefully licking his cock clean, heard herself thanking him for his generosity.
The next man also wanted a blowjob, and at his insistence Batgirl groveled on her stomach and kissed his feet. "I promise to be a good little cock-sucking cunt!" she said without hesitation at his command. "Please let me mouth-fuck you!"
The degradation Batgirl suffered before these depraved men was overwhelming. Her cheeks burned with shame as she sucked the repugnant man's dick. He told her to play with herself, and her hand moved unbidden to her crotch to stroke her clit again. She had no control over her own actions, like a puppet in the hands of the most deranged people she'd ever imagined. She thought of a lifetime (probably a short one) like this, living out her remaining days in sexual servitude, without even the ability to attempt to take her own life. The prospect of losing every semblance of self-respect was enough to cause her to cry out in despair, but even that couldn't be managed in her condition.
After she had successfully swallowed her second load of steamy come, Batgirl felt herself beginning to beg the next man for the same "privilege," but Mind Bender stopped her.
"Your cunt is starved for a cock!" he laughed. "You've got to have a cock in your cunt!"
Batgirl felt her body move inexorably to the next man, drop on her knees at his feet and grab his legs, pleading for all she was worth. "Please put your cock in my pussy!" she begged, stroking his leg with her breasts. "I need you to fuck me, good and hard! Please fuck me! My cunt is nice and tight! I promise to make it good for you! I'll do it in any position you want!"
The henchman happily complied, taking her on her hands and knees. He rammed his prick into her battered pussy. Though the agony was terrifying, her body refused to do anything but fuck him harder, while she heard squeals of delight and encouragement coming from her throat. He pounded into her with brute, savage force, yet all Batgirl could do was rock her body back and forth to his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with her own. He climaxed within moments, and as he withdrew from her she could not help herself from immediately begging the fourth man for more, despite the intense throbbing pain in her pussy.
He demanded that she get on top as he lay on his back. She crouched over his hard cock and eagerly impaled herself on it. It felt like a long sharp knife stabbing her cunt over and over as she bounced up and down on his hard shaft, fondling her breasts on demand. She moaned loud and long in ecstasy, though she wanted to scream from the torture and degradation. She was completely helpless to stop herself from acting like a sex-starved animal. All the while, she was painfully aware of the men closely watching her lewd display as she fucked him like a minx.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she grunted, nearing a climax. When it came a moment later, she squealed in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh yes! I love it!" to her own amazement, she laughed loudly as she worked even harder on the cock stuffing her ravaged vagina until he came a few minutes later.
Gasping for breath, she nevertheless looked at Mind Bender with naked sexual hunger in her brown eyes. She felt herself beginning to beg the man she despised most in the world to fuck her brains out, but she was given a merciful reprieve.
"You're sexually satisfied now," he said. "Boys, I want some time alone with her." His henchmen dutifully left the room. "Now, you want to tell me your darkest fantasy."
Batgirl's naked, bruised body fairly quivered as she struggled to maintain this one treasured secret. But the drug that controlled her was too strong, and she had no choice but to suffer this latest indignity, perhaps the greatest one of all.
"I want to make love with Batman."
The simple admission, spoken openly for the first time in her life, was somehow more humiliating than all that had happened before. This wasn't something she was made to think. It wasn't an action she was forced to perform. This was a deep, fundamental truth to herself as a person, and now that she said it, she felt like a foolish schoolgirl.
"Really?" Mind Bender giggled. "I guess that explains the ridiculous mask." He thought for a moment and giggled again. "I am Batman. Act out your fantasy with me."
Impotent rage built within Batgirl as she felt her body immediately rush to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Pressing her nude body tight against him, she kissed his lips passionately, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Her warmth and tenderness seemed to take him by surprise.
"Make love to me Batman!" she said breathlessly, staring into Mind Bender's eyes with unconcealed adoration and desire. "I've loved you for so long! I want to share my body with you. Please make love to me!"
Her dry eyes longed to cry. This was no act the vile creature had put into her mind for her. This was coming from her heart, and they both knew it. Worse, now that her fantasy was being acted out, rather than merely played in her mind, she understood for the first time how childish it really was. Batman would never respond to such sniveling pleas. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die with humiliation.
"I don't know," Mind Bender teased. "I'm a do-gooder. I don't think it would be right."
"It'll be right!" Batgirl pleaded in a foolish little girl voice. She put his hand on her breast. "I've wanted you for so long. Please don't deny me now!" She closed her eyes and moaned as he fondled and tweaked her nipple. "Oh, yes, that feels so good! You can see that it's right, can't you? Feel how wet my waiting pussy is!" She wanted to throw up at the idiocy of her own words, imagining what would have happened if she really had approached the Batman like this.
Mind Bender complied with her request, sliding his fingers into her sopping slit and up into her hole. Batgirl gasped and moaned again, rotating her hips slowly. His fingers caressed the velvety vaginal walls, and she felt the first stirrings of yet another unwanted orgasm. Her hand moved to his crotch and stroked the hard bulge she found there.
"I can feel you want me," she purred. "Don't deny yourself, or me, of the pleasure we can give each other. Fuck me, Batman! Fuck...me!"
With the last word, Batgirl, horrified, could not stop herself from raising her hand and tearing off her cowl, flinging it across the room. It had always been a crucial point her oft-thought of fantasy: excite him as Batgirl, then make love to him as Barbara.
"Why, Barbara Gordon! You little slut!" Mind Bender exclaimed.
"Yes Batman," she said, continuing to play out her fantasy, liking it less with each second, not because this was really Mind Bender, but because she at last saw it for the farce it was. "I'm a slut. I'm your slut! Take advantage of me!"
She reached her hand inside Mind Bender's yellow trunks and stroked his throbbing cock, kissing him warmly again. She began to slowly and sensually remove his clothes, gradually becoming aware of a faint tingle in her head.
When he was naked she dropped to her knees before him and softly kissed the head of his cock. She burned with shame again, helpless to stop acting out this childhood fantasy with the chuckling monster before her. The tingling in her head was growing into a buzz, further annoying her.
"I want to feel you inside me," she said, looking up at him with adoration. "Please take me."
Mind Bender laughed out loud and long in that insane voice of his. "Well, I guess it would be okay this once! Stand up, turn around, bend over, and spread your legs."
"Oh thank you Batman!" Barbara sighed, hurrying to comply with his order. When she was positioned he moved close behind her, his cockhead touching her hurting pussy.
"Are you sure you want this?" he teased.
"Yes!" Barbara cried, and thrust herself backward, impaling herself on the full length of his huge prick. She felt the massive, 10-inch rod penetrate her like hot steel, and shuddered while exclaiming a long, ecstatic moan. The bulk of the thing inside her sent new paroxysms of agony shooting through her body, yet all she could say was "YES! OH GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD!!"
"HAAAA hahahahahahaha!" cackled Mind Bender as he pummeled her with his driving hips. Barbara, still bent 90 degrees at the hips, rocked back and forth to his rhythm, her ample breasts swinging under her. The buzzing in her head grew more intense, so bad she could barely concentrate. Her body seemed to tingle as well.
"HEEEEE heehahahahahaaaa!" the villain continued to chortle. "If only I had my video camera now! Imagine your father's face if he saw you willingly fucking the man who raped you so many years ago! Fuck me Barbara! Fuck me like the slutty little bitch you are!"She reluctantly responded to his vile urging, increasing the tempo of her thrusts as if she truly believed what he said about her, slamming against his hips with greater force. Her whole body throbbed with crushing pain and growing lust. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second, could sense another orgasm building within her.
Mind Bender reached under her and grabbed her swinging breasts in vise-like hands, using them as levers to pull her into him even harder, stretching and twisting them.
"That's it!" he cried. "Harder! Faster! Make me come! And when you've finished, I'll watch you kill yourself by making you fuck an electric cattle prod! I personally will dump your naked corpse on the steps of City Hall! Hahahahahahah!"
As he neared orgasm, sanity seemed to slip further away from the madman. Barbara Gordon had no doubt that he meant what he said. The brief image of her shoving an electric prod in and out of her pussy until she died caused her to lurch away a brief moment. But that moment told the girl a lot.
The buzzing in her head, the tingling in her body, was dying away. The lurch of a moment ago shouldn't have been possible, but she had done it anyway! As an experiment, she tried putting her hand on his at her breast. It took concentration, but she did it! She had moved on her own! The drug was wearing off!
She continued to fuck the madman, but it was harder now. The agony in her body was more severe than ever, but she couldn't let him see that he no longer had complete control over her.
"I'm coming Batman! I'm coming!" she squealed, partly because it was true, partly to mask the fact that the sounds coming from her throat were from pain, not pleasure.
Her pussy exploded in a blinding kaleidoscope of colors. The agony and ecstasy flooded through her with nuclear force, twining around each other until they were indistinguishable, combining to form a new sensation she couldn't describe, and could barely cope with.
Mind Bender suddenly howled as if in victory, and his hot sperm rocketed into the girl's womb, scorching her with flood after flood of the sticky white substance. They cried out together in a last paroxysm of pleasure, and then they both collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
Sweat ran down Barbara's body. She gasped for air, desperate to regain her strength quickly. She could feel the effect of his insidious drug had completely worn away. She had to stop him now, before he realized it. She knew she could not voluntarily do the things he and his henchmen would soon require of her. She was certain that, left to their own devices, they were not finished playing with her yet.
Fortunately, Mind Bender seemed to be in no hurry. Glancing at him, he seemed almost asleep. Just when she was about to make her move, he sat up.
"Was it good for you?" he giggled.
"Oh yes, Batman," she forced herself to say. "You were wonderful!"
The madman laughed aloud again. "Get in here!" he called out, and his henchmen immediately ran into the room. "I need to get some rest. You may do what you like with Bat-bitch here, but make sure she stays alive!"
The men all grinned down at her. Barbara was concerned for a moment that they were seeing her unmasked face, but realized it was unlikely they'd know she was the police commissioner's daughter, as long as their leader kept his mouth shut. Her father had been fiercely protective of her privacy, allowing no one to photograph her. Her identity, if nothing else, was safe for the moment.
Mind Bender collected his clothes and headed for the door to the next room. His henchmen told Barbara to stand and then discussed amongst themselves what they should make her do. She wanted desperately to tear into them and rip them limb from limb, but her own limbs were weak, her knees wobbly. She couldn't tackle them until she was sure she would win.
"Suck your tits!" one of the men told her. "We want something to watch while we decide what to do with you."
Barbara groaned inwardly, but forced a smile on her face and cupped her ample breasts, lifting them high. She made herself moan softly and sensuously as she licked and sucked on her red nipples. She performed the disgusting act with all the enthusiasm she could muster, and to good results. She felt her strength returning with each breath, and the men were quickly distracted from their discussion, watching her.
"Come over here and suck my dick," one of the men commanded. Barbara walked suggestively into the middle of the group of men, and just as she was about to kneel in front of the them, she instead brought a knee up hard into the nearest man's crotch. He howled in agony and dropped rolling on the floor. The others were taken completely off guard, and the fight was ridiculously simple. Two punches and two kicks saw all four unconscious on the floor.
Mind Bender, returning to investigate the commotion, had been warned. He raced back through the door, with Barbara racing after him. Through the doorway she saw what must have been the maniac's lab, with scientific equipment everywhere. At the far end of the room was a vat large enough to swim in, full of a liquid that she guessed from the color was Mind Bender's own special concoction.
Mind Bender himself was leaning over it, trying to prepare a new hypo of the stuff. His back was to her, and Barbara grabbed the only weapon she could see at hand...a large metal pot full of a different liquid chemical. Heaven only knew what it was. She heaved the pot across the room, catching the madman on the back of the head with it.
Mind Bender howled in pain as the force of the blow knocked him forward. As the pot and its unknown contents went into the vat, mixing with the mind drug, Mind Bender teetered off balance on the edge for a few moments, the plunged over the side and into the chemical.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!" he shrieked in agony. "HELLLLPP! GET ME OUT!!!" He splashed around helplessly in the solution. His body began to swell as Barbara's had, making her realize he hadn't had to inject the chemical into her bloodstream at all. Skin contact would have been enough.
The villain couldn't pull himself out of the vat. His swollen body was too agonized to touch anything. It was as if he was on fire. Barbara looked for some way to pull him out without getting any of the stuff on her. She ran out of the room and returned a moment later with her utility belt, drawing a grappling hook and line from it.
By this time Mind Bender was no longer thrashing about. His head was above the liquid, grossly misshapen. His eyes had swollen shut, his every feature puffy, bulbous and distorted.
Barbara expertly swung the line out to him, catching his arm securely. She looped the other end over a pipe in the ceiling and was able to haul him out onto the floor. He collapsed there in evident torture, his entire body three times thicker than before. He quivered and drooled, coughing up the vile substance he'd been swimming in. His swollen tongue was distended, his mouth and nose looking barely human. The agony was so intense he was unable even to scream, or make any sound. Either that, or the drug had damaged his vocal cords. His puffy lips flapped together uselessly.
It was evident to Barbara that he had suffered a massive overdose of his own concoction. Plus, she had no idea what effect the added chemical in the pot would have to the mixture. Yet it seemed clear that his mental faculties, such as they ever were, were now almost non-existent. Hopefully, she thought bitterly, they'll remain that way.
She was about to leave to him, but turned back and considered something a moment. She knelt down between his legs and lifted his limp penis, now bloated to the size of a blunt club. She then held his testicles in her hand, studying them carefully.
She closed her fist, crushing his balls into a pulpy mass between her fingers. If he felt anything, he gave no sign. Mind Bender's mind was truly bent.
Without remorse, Barbara stood and pulled a spare costume from her belt, pausing to put it on only to study the torn flesh of her labia. If she hurried, she felt she could still stitch it up. With luck, there would hardly be a scar.
Batgirl left by way of the roof. Briefly, she saw two cloaked figures descend into the building she had just vacated, and smile grimly. You're too late this time, boys, she thought. She wondered what Batman and Robin would think the bat emblem charm she had left behind, but she no longer cared.
She considered showing herself to them, but she was pressed for time. Besides, Batman was no longer someone she needed to impress. Whatever else he had done, Mind Bender had shown her how childish her infatuation with the Dark Knight really was. Tonight she had grown up. Tonight she was a true hero.
Tonight, she thought with another grim smile, she had a grueling ride home on a motorcycle to look forward to. | 1 |
1,442 | Batgirl and Catwoman PART 2: [Bond, Rape, Machines] | "Hoo hoo hoo" cackled Joker, "if it isn't Bat bimbo and what's this, an even lovelier Catwoman." he mocked, gawking at the reformed heroine.
"Why don't come over here Bozo and I'll shove those eyes back into your head BACKWARDS!" Catwoman said in a calm, sultry voice, raising one wicked eyebrow and cocking her hips to one side.
"You mean like this." laughed the Joker as he reached up and turned his eyelids inside out in a high schoolish attempt at humor. Both the Joker and the Riddler began laughing hysterically at the prank. The girls, however, shook their heads in disgust at their juvenility.
"Quack quack... Shut up ya mangy excuses for circus clowns." blurted out the Penguin. "We haven't got time for this. The costumed clods will be here any moment if they survived Joker's little toy... quack quack."
"Oh but they won't. The explosion was enough to blow up any vehicle, even the Batmobile." the Joker replied.
"You put a bomb in Batman's car?" exclaimed Batgirl.
"Why yes, right outside police headquarters. Bwahahahahaha." blasted the Joker.
"Quack... enough of this gabbing." interrupted Penguin, grabbing a henchmen and propelling him toward the two lovely heroines, "put the bag on them QUICK! quack quack."
With that the group of various Penguin, Riddler and Joker goons headed for the two girls. The first shoved henchmen reached the two lovelies who instinctively let out two high kicks straight to his jaw. This sent him back toward the other eight henchmen like a returned tennis ball, wiping out three goons in the process.
The other four reached their target and the first took a south paw sing at Batgirl. She easily ducked the punch and side kicked the henchman in the chest, sending him to the floor.
Catwoman managed to jump up and do a spinning kick, connecting her long leg with two of the henchmen's faces. Both men went sailing to one side of her like a broom sweeping away a pile of dust.
The third henchman got through, however, and threw a heavy punch, connecting with Catwoman's jaw which sent her staggering backward across the room separating the two girls.
The Penguin, Joker and Riddler all rushed into the fray along with the four henchmen that were knocked down in the first attack. And two groups formed, one around Batgirl and one around Catwoman.
Batgirl continued to let out punch after punch, knock henchmen and villains away with each blow. Fighting a large group was actually easier than an individual since their attacks were usually uncoordinated and they ended up running into each other most of the time. She knew how to dodge between them and around then, using her smaller weight, agile body and superior speed to crash them into each other. The one other bonus was the fact they were trying to grab her and not pummel her. This left them open to much more serious attacks from her since they had their guard down.
Catwoman was also doing quite well, flipping and kicking her attackers with expert agility and skill. Batgirl was amazed at how this woman could move about and not have that costume fall off.
Suddenly, Batgirl felt a low dull pain from her back as the Joker cracked a wooden chair over her shoulders from behind. This sent the dazed heroine staggering toward the back wall of the room. At the same time, Catwoman received a series of rapid punches to the stomach and face, sending her staggering backward toward the same wall.
Both girls hit the wall at the same time and leaned up against the cabinet that stood there. "Its just like being Batman and Robin." gleamed Batgirl with a look of fantasy fulfillment.
"If you say one "holy" anything I'll scratch your eyes OUT!" she exclaimed.
With that, both girls jumped to either side of the 12 foot cabinet and wrenched it away from the wall, sending it piling down on a group of six henchmen which were heading toward them. The cabinet buried all six, temporarily taking them out of the picture.
The Riddler easily vaulted over the downed cabinet and let loose a quick punch to Catwoman's stomach. This sent her toward one side of the room. At the same time, one of the henchmen began swinging on Batgirl who found herself dodging a series of rapid blows.
As Catwoman staggered back, the Joker plowed into her from the side. At the same time, the remaining goon grabbed her by the legs and yanked them out from under her, sending her to the floor. The Penguin rushed in and all four began pummeling the helpless heroine.
Batgirl dispensed with the under trained goon and saw Catwoman's predicament. Thinking quickly, she ran across to the other side of the room and climbed on top of a cabinet. Making an acrobatic lunge, she jumped onto a low hanging chandelier and swung across the room toward the pile of men. Her muscular legs shot out and connect with the group sending all four men in several directions. She then dropped down and in the same motion grabbed Catwoman's arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Wow!" exclaimed Catwoman shaking her head, "It was a lot easier being villainess."
The two girls backed toward a tapestry that hung from the nearby wall and readied themselves for the next attack. The Penguin, Joker and Riddler slowly got up and staggered toward the middle of the room. Looking about, the Penguin's eyes shot out in amazement.
"Quack... I don't believe this. Our feathers plucked by a couple of chick-a-dees. Quack- Quack... Get your heads outta your pants and get THEM!" he ordered kicking a goon who lay half dazed on the floor.
"I see you still hire inferior help Penguin." Batgirl said arrogantly as she put her hands on her hips and took her usual cocky Batgirl stance.
Looking at Batgirl, Catwoman also took the same stance. "Well boys, are you going to come peacefully or do we have to get... TOUGH!" taking the same arrogant attitude. On her however, the look was way more sultry and wicked.
The Riddler let out a blast of rapid, convulsive giggling. "huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu Riddle me this ladies. What do you get when you combine a tap dancer and a pastry?"
Batgirl immediately went to work solving the riddle, dipping her head in intense thought. Seeing this, Catwoman gave her a slight shove and rolled her eyes. "What kind of stupid riddle is that?" she asked shaking her head in disbelief at the nerdiness of the whole situation.
"No, wait!" Batgirl said putting her hand on Catwoman's shoulder. "I know... a tap dancer... and a pastry... a tapestry?" she said with a tone of semi sureness.
"That's right Bat slut!" giggled the Riddler. Suddenly, shooting from the hip he fired a small laser gun over the two girls' heads. The beam hit a large hook that suspended the heavy tapestry hanging from the wall behind them. The massive cloth came tumbling down on both girls engulfing them both and forcing them to the floor.
At the same time, the dazed goons, who were recovering, got up and piled on top of the tapestry, pummeling the two lumps that were once Catwoman and Batgirl.
"Quack Quack... Good work Riddler but ya almost botched it with that stupid riddle." exclaimed the Penguin as the three raced toward the helpless heroines. "Hoo Hoo get them up, pull them to their feet." ordered the Joker.
The henchmen grabbed the two forms and pulled them up. They then pulled back just enough of the tapestry to reveal their heads but kept the rest of their struggling bodies cocooned in the giant cloth. The girls both surfaced from under the cloth, letting in a gasp of fresh air.
"Quack Quack... Let me in there!" said the Penguin as he forced a few goons aside and approached the girls.
"Quack... cover your faces...." and with that he raised his umbrella and pointed the tip at the two dazed heroines. Blue gas billowed from the tip and sprayed into their faces. The two girls gasped and coughed but the anesthetic was designed to be quick and potent. Catwoman and Batgirl's fiery spirits were stilled as both girls fell unconscious.
"Quack... Joker, take care of Catwoman and Batgirl. We can't have either of them running about mucking up our plans, especially Catwoman." ordered Penguin.
"Huhuhuhuhuhuhu That's right Penguin. That was sheer brilliance committing cat related crimes so the police and the dynamic dimwits would go after jug queen here instead of us." added the Riddler.
"Hoo Hoo I know just what to do with our little feminine guests." ecstatically replied the Joker, "Quickly men, tie and gag them both. We want them packaged nicely for the trip."
"Just make it permanent and despicable. Quack" replied the Penguin. "and don't foul it up..." he added, swatting the Joker with his umbrella and waddling out the door with the Riddler and their goons.
The Joker's henchmen unraveled the tapestry and pulled the two unconscious girls out, laying them on the floor. Rolling Catwoman on her stomach, they pulled her arms behind her back and securely tied them together, first at the wrists and then at the elbows.
They then tied her legs together, wrapping several coils of rope around her knees and then her ankles, securing them together with a series of very tight knots. They then rolled her on her back and sat her up. Wrapping several coils of rope around her upper arms, they secured her arms so she could not slid her tied hands over her legs when she woke.
A bandanna was balled up and stuffed in her mouth with another one wrapped and tied around her mouth to secure it in place. Finally a third bandanna was wrapped around her eyes, blindfolding Catwoman.
The same was done to Batgirl. When they were done, all four men stood up and loomed over the two bound and gagged heroines sleeping on the floor. "Hoo Hoo quickly, lets get them into the truck. I know just where to take them."and with that the whole band of men began to laugh loudly. A grinding, mechanical noise came to life from the whole machine and the two odd mechanical devices between their legs rose up and into position.
"You see, this device was originally made to test various vibrators for their effectiveness," the Joker explained. "Originally, where you two ladies are now secured, there were two test dummies designed to simulate female responses and to feed the data back to the computer," the Joker continued as he and the henchmen began to tape small circular white tapes with sampling electrodes to the heroines' bodies.
"Now, of course, you're the dummies," he said mockingly, letting out a horrendous laugh.
"You see, I modified the machine. Before it would just try a dildo and record the response. Now, it will monitor your bodies' responses and continue to 'test' the same dildo until you climax. At that point, the machine will change vibrators and try a new one, each time exacting a climax," he explained with a demonic chortle.
"Hoo Hoo the beauty of it is the more you fight and resist, the more it will try to make you both come, however, the more you climax, the more your minds will go insane," he continued. "You will both be total vegetables when it's done. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
With that, the Joker clapped his hands in joy and continued to press buttons. "OK Joker, fun is fun... ha ha... I forgive you. Untie me," Catwoman said, pulling at her bonds.
"I'm afraid not my feline friend, I can't do that," replied the Joker.
"JOKER! THIS IS INSANE!" Selena screamed. "Do you know what that thing's going to do to us!"
"Actually, I'm not quite sure. The machine was never made to be used by people and there are numerous warning labels everywhere. I really have no idea what will actually happen hoo hoo hoo," he responded laughingly. "You changed sides remember. Now you're going to get the lesson you deserve."
"This is too insidious Joker!" exclaimed Batgirl. "Do you know what the penalty for rape is in this city! You're going to be in big trouble MISTER!" she blared defiantly.
All four men looked at her and wiggled their fingers making an "oooo I'm so threatened" gesture.
"Great going sister," Selena said to Batgirl out of the corner of her mouth. "That's got them really shaking in their boots."
The Joker then turned to face Selena and slowly walked up to the bound heroine. His grin left his face and he now took on a sinister, almost perverse expression as he leaned over her. Glaring down at her large breasts, he reached up and grabbed the sides of her white suit, pulling the fabric up and over her breasts. Her bare breasts rolled to her sides as they were exposed. Selena surged and arched her back in horror as this disgusting man bared her breasts. His right hand then reached across and firmly cupped her left tit, squeezing and massaging the large gland with utter enjoyment. Catwoman let out an animalistic hiss of resistance as he continued to accost her.
At the same time, one of the goons grabbed Batgirl's top and pulled it up over her breasts and her head. Her panicked eyes darted around in desperation as the man reached for the clasp that held the cups of her support bra together. Then, with a small yell, Batgirl surged as the clasp was undone and the cups popped apart, exposing her plump breasts. The henchman then grabbed both tits firmly with each hand, squeezing and massaging them with incredible delight. Batgirl screamed and gyrated in futile resistance as her chest was molested by the Joker's henchman.
The Joker then lunged down at Selena, grabbing her tit and plunging the nipple into his mouth. He began sucking hard and long, squeezing the helpless breast in a frantic attempt to suck it dry. At the same time, his left hand grabbed her right breast and he forcefully massaged both breasts, moving his mouth from one unprotected nipple to the other in a fanatic feeding frenzy. Every once in a while he would bury his face deep in her cleavage and squeeze her tits to the sides of his face, letting himself become buried in an almost heavenly sea of tanned breasts.
Batgirl was no better off as the goon sucked and sucked on her perky breasts. He grabbed the bare nipple of her other, exposed breast and pulled it, pinching and squeezing it in an erotically teasing fashion. Barbara continued to struggle and cry out as he sucked harder and harder, almost engulfing her ripe tit in his mouth.
Selena also cried in protest, but her shouts were more like a cat hissing in defiance. She would let out deep, heavy moans and sprays of hisses as she struggled in vain. One of the other goons came up next to the Joker and tapped him on the shoulder, giving him an eager look. "Yes, YES there's plenty for all. It's milking time!" the Joker exclaimed as both men grabbed a large breast and began massaging and sucking Selena dry. The other goon joined the one accosting Batgirl and all four men enjoyed a feast of breasts with the two struggling heroines fighting in vain to escape violation.
After about 20 minutes, the four were satiated and they backed away with satisfied looks on their faces. "MMMMM that was so yummy," the Joker mused. "I didn't know you were so juicy my dear Catwoman."
"Go to hell!" cried Catwoman as she continued to struggle. Both girls' breasts were covered with sweat and saliva from the ruthless mammary onslaught they both just went through. "Yeah, You'll never get away with this!" cried Batgirl. "Good always triumph over evil!"
"Honey, I'm gonna have to teach you some better lines," said Catwoman out of the corner of her mouth to Batgirl.
"Hoo Hoo, I don't think you'll get the chance," and with that Joker and the goons grabbed both girls' lower outfits and forcefully pulled them down. Batgirl's spandex shorts slid down around her gyrating hips and down to her feet. Her one leg was unclasped and the pants were removed. Her leg was then secured back in place. Catwoman's outfit was also pulled off and both girls now lay naked and defenseless on the cold steel beds.
The Joker then reached over and flipped the final switch, activating the demonic machine. Lights and pistons came to life as the conveyor belt started up. A dildo moved along the belt and into each of the odd machines that sat between the two girls' legs. After a second or two, the dildo appeared from the front of the machine, pre-lubricated and ready to go. A robotic arm assembly then moved it toward its unprotected target.
"NO NO!" cried Barbara. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
"I'LL SWITCH BACK TO A LIFE OF CRIME!" Selena pleaded. "THIS IS INSANE JOKER!"
Their cries fell on deaf ears as the first dildo found its mark and plunged slowly into Selena Kyle's defenseless vagina. The dark-haired amazon reeled back, surging her wide hips upward in defiance as the phallic force itself past her tightened vaginal muscles and deep into her womb.
Barbara screamed in sheer panic as her dildo forced itself between her lips and entered deeply inside her. Her hips thrust and pounded frantically as the dildo gained each inch. Apparently the machines were randomly selecting sex toys as both girls experienced different devices. Barbara's dildo was a long, curved implement with several ridges and ripples.
Selena's was a long, fat white phallic that filled her completely and was too large to allow her any time to resist or think. Her situation was compounded by the fact that the machine began sliding the device in and out of her in an attempt to make her come.
Barbara was experiencing the same ordeal as her curved phallic slid back and forth in a forcefully rhythmic fashion. The sheer act of being stripped and molested, coupled with the forced penetration she was now experiencing, brought on her first climax which sent her reeling upward in ecstasy.
Hearing Barbara's erotic cries and moans and listening to another woman being forced to climax, drove Selena over the edge and the large-breasted heroine also caved in, surging in an uncontrollable climax.
"Boy they're real screamers boss," one of the goons said as he gaped at the fantastic spectacle before him. "Yeah, a couple of real moaners," drooled another one.
"Gag them, gag them both," the Joker ordered, waving his finger at them, "we don't want any passersby to hear them and rescue them."
"Right boss," and with that the henchmen reinserted the bandannas into each girl's mouth and secured the rags in place, gagging them both.
"Tata ladies," chortled the Joker. "I'd love to stay and watch you both suffer but I've got pressing business to attend to," and with that the Joker and his men left the two bound and gagged heroines as the machine ruthlessly continued to rape them both.
Sensing Batgirl's defeat, her machine withdrew the first phallic and a new one rolled down the conveyor belt. This one was fat and shaped like several large balls packed together in a row. The new phallic plunged deep inside her struggling hips and reached her defenseless womb. It too began to pump in and out, forcing Batgirl to thrust wildly in defiance. Barbara had used vibrators before but never like this. Nothing sexual had ever happened to her before at the hands of these villains and now the act of being forcefully raped fed her erotic fantasies. She began to lose herself in the overwhelming experience as another climax claimed her and a new dildo moved into place.
Selena's was narrower and long. "A small one," she thought in relief, "at least I can ride this one out..." but before she could finish her thought, her hips surged in desperate panic. Another, fatter smooth phallic came up and inserted itself under the first, forcing itself deep into her. The new combination of two dildos penetrating her was bigger than the first dildo and this sent her surging in uncontrollable ecstasy as they both reached her womb. They then began to slide in and out but in opposite directions.
"JOKER YOU INCIDEOUS BASTARD!" Selena cried out under her gag as the pumping drove her wild with sensation. Both ladies gyrated frantically as climax after climax stripped them of their wills and their minds. The Joker was right, at this rate they would both end up vegetables if they couldn't escape. | 3 |
1,454 | Batgirl And Robin | "Can I borrow those?" Robin asked.
"I was planning to give them to my fa...to a friend of mine. He collects things like this. In fact, he was the one who showed me how to open old cuffs like that."
Batgirl wondered if Robin had ever been to Commissioner Gordon's house and seen the old collection in the study. Many nights when she was a child, her father had explained the pieces to her and how they worked.
"I'll give them back, I promise." Robin said. "I just want to use them to run a trap simulation when Batman gets back."
"A trap simulation?" Batgirl inquired.
"Whenever one of us runs into a difficult trap, we do a reenactment to see what weaknesses we overlooked and find ways to avoid it in the future."
"That's an interesting idea." Batgirl noted. "Makes a lot of sense. Tell me more about it."
"Well, if Batman were in town, we'd run it tonight while it was fresh in my mind. But as it is, I'll have to wait until Monday to do it."
"You couldn't do it without him?" she asked.
"Well, I'm not supposed to do it without a spotter. Kind of like working out with weights. You should have someone there in case something goes wrong."
"Hmm." Batgirl mused. "Would I do as a spotter?"
"I don't see why not?" Robin replied. "After all, you certainly did better in the original than I did. But why would you want to go to all that trouble?"
"Well, first of all, I think it's kind of an interesting idea. Secondly, I had originally planned a pretty late evening so I didn't get up today until the near side of noon. So it's either this, going out again on patrol or seeing what's on the cable."
"Okay, if you really want to."
"Then it's settled." Batgirl smiled as she rose and took the paper plates she'd been eating off of and tossed them into the trash. "How do we go about this?"
"Well, normally, if it were possible, we'd go back to the original site." Robin explained as he dumped his own trash.
"The only problem there is that it's still a crime scene and we might run into some of Gotham's Finest or worse the Press." Batgirl added.
"Exactly." Robin agreed. "The second option would be to recreate it in the Batcave."
"Then I guess the Batcave it is." concluded Batgirl.
Silence filled the air for a few seconds until Robin said in an almost shock-filled voice. "Take you to the Batcave?"
The tone in his voice reminded Batgirl of that of a maiden who'd just been asked to surrender her virginity to a stranger.
"Why, is that a problem?" she asked.
"No, I guess not." he replied somewhat sheepishly. "I'd have to ask you to put on a blindfold while we drove there. It's one of the rules."
"I guess I'm not driving then." Batgirl quipped. "No problem, I'm not afraid of the dark."
"They should be done with the Batmobile by now, we can swing by the Police garage and pick it up." said the Teen Wonder, a little more relaxed than before.
"Good, let's clean up the rest of this and be on our way.""Ed said as he answered a question. "Now if you'll excuse me, we have a late dinner reservation at the Carlton Arms."
"And a special dessert," Betty giggled like a little girl.
"Carlton Arms!" Batgirl said in shock. "He's taking that bimbo to the Carlton!"
A rage flushed through her body at the thought of Blow Job Betty sharing the bed she'd reserved for Ed and her. How could that bastard do something like that to her?
"Is something wrong?" Robin said as he reentered.
He scanned the overhead monitors, half expecting to see some disaster in the making. Instead, he saw only some guy hanging on to one knockout babe.
"No, no problem," Batgirl said. "I just made a mistake about something, that's all."
Shrugging his shoulders, Robin led his female counterpart into one of the adjacent smaller caverns. Equipped as a combat training center, it was relatively easy to set up the trap scenario. As they secured a crossbeam in place and attached the old handcuffs to it, Robin couldn't help but notice that Batgirl seemed much more distant than when they'd first arrived in the Batcave.
"Are you feeling all right?" he asked.
"What?..." she replied, quickly shaking off her melancholy mood. "I'm fine, really. I guess some of the seafood didn't agree with me, that's all."
"We can forget about this, you know," said the Teen Wonder. "It's really not all that important."
"Don't be silly," Batgirl laughed. "We're all ready to go. Now climb up there and remember what I showed you."
After a few seconds' hesitation, Robin lifted his arms high over his head and allowed Batgirl to secure the restraints around his wrists. He pulled on them a few times to test their strength, then nodded that he was ready. Before he had started, Robin had secured a gag around his mouth for the sake of realism. Of course, it was a lot cleaner than the original.
Batgirl shifted a few paces to the left and slowly turned the crank that raised the crossbeam. After a few turns, Robin was just about the same height as in the warehouse.
"Ok, the clock starts...now!" Batgirl called out as she watched the giant sweep hand of the wall clock pass twelve.
Robin went to work instantly, a look of determination and confidence on his face. Agile fingers played with the tumblers of the old bonds, duplicating the sequence he had been shown earlier. He tried it once, then twice, but still the bonds failed to spring open.
His look of confidence changed to one of confusion as a third attempt failed to free him. Silently, he turned his head in Batgirl's direction in search of an explanation.
"Oh, did I forget to mention that you can change the tumble sequence on those old cuffs?" Batgirl replied to his silent question. "After all, what you really want to learn is how to figure out the sequence, not just mimic what someone else showed you."
In frustration, Robin tried a variation of the sequence, then pulled fruitlessly at the metal circles around his wrists. He was angry at his own overconfidence.
"I can let you down if you want?" Batgirl said.
Robin shook his head no. One way or the other, he would get out of this on his own.
As the minutes ticked by, Batgirl had a chance to really study her younger compatriot. Strange how she never really noticed before what a fine-tuned body he had. Muscular, yet lean, the sort of body a champion swimmer or an acrobat would have. In fact, based on some of the maneuvers she'd seen him execute over the last few years, Batgirl wouldn't be surprised if Robin had some sort of acrobatic background.
Following the lines of his body, she watched as every muscle seemed to tense as he tried to get free. Powerful legs stretched downward, trying to give him just a little more leeway.
It was then she noticed that indeed every muscle had come into play. Pressed tight against the confines of his green shorts, his cock had risen to a full hardness. Spurred to life by his exertions, his member was no less impressive than when she'd seen it only a few hours before.
The memory of his young manhood, erect and exposed, brought a now familiar tingle within her. She knew that when she got home, there wasn't going to be enough batteries in Gotham to fulfill her need. Thinking back, she now recognized the emotion that had filled her as she watched Ma Parker swallow Robin's prize. It hadn't been anger, or even disgust - it had been envy!
Glancing at the clock on the wall to check Robin's time, Batgirl noted that it was a quarter to midnight. The late supper at the Carlton would just be drawing to a close. Ed and Liz would be on their way up to their room just about now. No, not their room...her room. And her bed!
Jerking her head away from the clock and back to Robin, her eyes opened in disbelief. The Teen Wonder was still hanging from the beam, but his familiar red and green costume was gone. He was naked, his maleness fully erect and beckoning to her.
The purple and gold clad woman blinked a few times then looked again. To her relief, it had all been an illusion. Robin was fully clothed. But was it relief she actually felt, or disappointment. She was so confused, her hormones were overtaking her judgment.
Later on, Batgirl would be unable to recall what actually was going through her mind when she took that first step forward. Like a sleepwalker, she moved forward seemingly without conscious thought. Robin was too preoccupied with his predicament to notice, that is until he felt the waistband of his shorts being pulled away, then the warm soft embrace of Batgirl's gloved hand around his young cock.
Robin's eyes opened in mute astonishment as he suddenly looked down and saw the Darknight Damsel cup his balls and give them a playful squeeze. Then she ran her long fingers up and down the length of his stiff cock, causing it to grow even harder. Even if he hadn't been gagged, no words would've issued from his lips. He was in a state of shock. His first thought was that he was imagining it, that this couldn't really be happening.
That idea faded as fast as it formed as Batgirl suddenly dropped down to her knees and tongued the tip of his cock, licking the small drop of pre-cum that had formed there. Then she ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and swirled it around his balls. Up one side and down the other, following the trace she had left with her fingers a few moments before.
Reaching the base, the dark-garbed woman sucked on his balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth. Then she let them both slide free and moved back up his now wet shaft.
In a sudden fluid motion, Batgirl engulfed the full length of his shaft, sliding the young manmeat all the way down her throat. She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed it once again. A fire filled her as all her pent-up desires centered on the taste, the touch, the scent of the young man before her.
No way he was imagining this, thought the Teen Wonder as every touch of the redhead's tongue sent delightful sensations across his helpless body. He could feel the rising eruption building in his balls, knowing that it was going to be impossible for him to hold out for long. Part of him wanted to delay the inevitable, to make it last as long as possible. Another part screamed to unleash all the power of his young manhood in one explosive salvo.
Truth be known, Batgirl wasn't as good a cocksucker as Ma Parker had been, or even as good as Selina or Jessica. But for all of either woman's skill, neither had been the object of his boyhood lust.
Watching his cock slide in and out in those final moments before he lost control, Robin could see a look of total rapture fill Batgirl's face. A look reflected on his own.
As soon as she felt the first drops of warm cum splash against the back of her mouth, Batgirl deep-throated Robin's cock and swallowed the steady stream as fast as it came. She'd almost forgotten how much she loved the taste of a man in her mouth, and this time it had a special flavor. In a strange sort of way, it was almost incestuous.
She held the softening cock in her mouth for a few long moments, savoring the tangy taste. Then as the sudden sexual fever faded, she let it slip from her mouth as the realization of what she'd done hit her.
"Omigod!" she thought as she stepped back and rose to her feet. "Oh God, what have I done?" she repeated to herself in a silent horror.
"Robin, I don't know what I can say?" she stammered. "I don't know how I can explain..."
The look in Robin's eyes caused her to pause. She had expected to see anger, hostility, a sense of outrage. Instead, she saw a deep longing, a desire, a hunger that needed to be filled.
"You don't want me to stop...do you?" she asked in a soft voice.
Carefully, she undid the cloth gag from around his mouth. She let it fall to the floor as she repeated the question.
"No," was Robin's quiet single-word reply.
A smile filled her face as she stepped even closer to the bound boy and kissed him. As their lips met, she could feel a passion that was reflected in her own soul. Her eager tongue pressed against his as they took turns sliding into each other's mouth. A second kiss followed, then a third and fourth. Batgirl reached up and with one hand, freed his hands from his bindings. Once freed, they closed around the woman before him, pulling her as close as he could.
"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable," Batgirl whispered in his ear.
A soft snap filled the air as Robin's bright yellow cape dropped from his shoulders onto the floor. Then, one by one, Batgirl undid the laces that held his red vest together, until that too joined the cape on the padded floor. Lifting the green shirt he wore underneath, Batgirl exposed a strong, lightly haired chest. Gloved hands stroked well-developed muscles, taking a moment to tweak the small nipples in the center.
"I'm glad you like that," she said."I've got a lot more that I think you're going to like."
Leaning forward, she stretched out her tongue and caressed his nipples. It didn't take long for them to become erect. Kissing each one, she drew them inside her mouth and sucked gently. Too often, young men freaked if they found themselves enjoying activities that they associated as being things that guys did to girls. They often associated such enjoyment with some sort of latent homosexuality. Thankfully, Robin seemed to be beyond that.
It didn't take long before Robin was wearing only the black mask on his face and nothing else. Reluctantly, Batgirl stepped back from his embrace and took a few more steps back.
"Mind if I get comfortable too?" she grinned.
First went her purple and gold cape. With a wave of her arm, she tossed it atop Robin's own. Next went her boots and gloves, followed by her utility belt. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she unzipped the back of her bodysuit. Carefully, she peeled it off her body, aware of Robin's eyes following her every move. Finally, she stood there in only her bra, panties, and cowl.
Unclasping the back hook of her bra, Batgirl wished for a second she had worn the lace green pair she'd left back on her bed. Then she reflected that they'd never have lasted through the earlier fight. Freeing her breasts and letting the plain white bra join the growing pile on the floor, she rubbed them a few times, restoring her circulation. The sports bra was normally a tight fit. The matching panties quickly joined it on the floor. Then she hesitated.
The beats of her heart quickened as she reached up and undid the snaps of her cowl. She started to lift it, then paused once more.
"This is my decision," she said as she looked right at Robin. "It's not something that you have to reciprocate."
Then, with a sudden, quick gesture, the cowl and long-haired red wig that defined her Batgirl identity dropped to the ground.
"Well...what do you think?" Barbara Gordon asked as she struck a pose. "I know I'm no Catwoman but..."
"No..." Robin cut her off in mid-sentence. "You're much more beautiful."
"I bet you say that to all the naked crimefighters," Barbara laughed.
Robin could only think of one way to prove he meant it. Without hesitation, he reached up and pulled off his own mask. The look of recognition on Barbara's face was instantaneous.
"Dick Grayson," Barbara said to herself. "How could I not have recognized him before?"
She'd been introduced to Grayson at a dozen charity fund-raisers for the library, how could she not have recognized him? It wasn't like he wore a cowl and wig like she did, that she could've understood. It was like someone putting on a pair of glasses and all your friends thinking you were someone else.
Then it hit her that every time she'd been introduced to Dick, he'd been with his guardian, Bruce Wayne. When you had such an impressive hunk as the millionaire chairman of Wayne Enterprises in front of you, it was hard to notice the kid with him.
"Omigod!" a mental voice screamed in Barbara's mind as a curtain rose and the obvious suddenly became clear. "Wayne is The Batman!"
Bruce Wayne was The Batman. It seemed so unbelievable. Who would ever have thought that a playboy like that could be the dreaded specter of the night. Then again, who would've ever thought of Barbara Gordon as Batgirl when you stopped to think about it.
She flashed back to the night she'd become Batgirl. To that silly smile Wayne had flashed at her when she'd told him her name was Batgirl. Suddenly his secret joke made sense.
"Something funny?" a confused Dick asked.
"Sorry," a beaming Barbara said, a wide smile on her face. "I just got the punch line to an old joke. I'll explain it to you later."
Barbara stepped forward and took Dick by the hand. They took a few steps together, then she asked...
"With all the caverns you have down here, is there one that has a bed?"
Of course there was. In fact, it was a perfect recreation of the master bedroom of Wayne Manor above. Complete with a oversized four-poster bed. No R.J. Nickels here. At that moment, Barbara couldn't care if it was a storeroom with an army cot.
Laying across the satin sheets, the two adventures slowly, gently, explored each other's bodies. Soft kisses, gentle strokes, and quiet words stretched minutes into a half-hour. Starting at her neck, Dick kissed his way down to Barbara's breasts. He covered them with soft pecks before demonstrating the skill he had learned at the hands of his other lovers.
Barbara moaned softly as Dick played with her nipples with both his hands and his mouth. Artfully his tongue traced the outline of the small pink circles before pressing his face deep within the valley between. His tongue licked every inch of exposed flesh, planting kisses along the way. Barbara slid her hand under her left breast and lifted it, guiding the nipple into his mouth. Dick eagerly took the offering and delivered the same pleasure she'd given him before. He quickly shifted to her other mound, all the while continuing to stroke her body. His hand slid down to between her legs and he gently caressed the soft red-haired mound.
Barbara leaned back on the bed and spread her legs, inviting Dick to further take of her delights. Continuing his tongue and lips journey down across her body, he quickly reached the center of her sexuality. He planted a kiss to the left of her pearl, then the right, before spreading Barbara's moist lips with his fingers to expose the excited clit within.
A loud sigh escaped Barbara's lips as Dick made contact with her love button. Whatever his other shortcomings in the art of lovemaking might have been, it was quickly obvious that he was a first-class pussy licker. Spreading her legs as far as she could, the 23-year-old rolled her head back and closed her eyes, losing herself in the warm sensations radiating out from her sexual center.
Barbara's cunt grew wetter and wetter with each passage of her younger lover's tongue. He slid a finger inside her, adding its motion to the rhythm he'd established. Faster and faster moved both appendages, saturating the surrounding red hair with sticky girlcum. And with each repetition, both the waves of delight and loud moans that accompanied them increased as well.
"Oh yes," Barbara yelled. "Lick my pussy, you've gotten it so..so wet. I want to cum!"
It wasn't long before she got her wish as she felt her body tense up and eruption of fire explode between her legs. Cascading waves of passion ripped through her quaking form as the byproducts of her eruption covered Dick's face. Ever since the night he had first sucked Catwoman's pussy, Dick had loved the taste of a woman's cum. He eagerly lapped up as much as he could.
The oscillating surf that gripped her had barely crested before Barbara quickly shifted into an upright position and pulled Dick to her. She kissed him hard, tasting her own fruit in his mouth. Again and again she kissed him, alternating those deep soul kisses with ones on his cheeks. Kisses that cleared the sticky residue that covered his cheeks.
"I want you inside me," she panted in between kisses. "I want your cock in my pussy!" she said in a much louder voice.
Pushing the younger man down on the bed, Barbara spun around and mounted him. Her back to his face, he was able to reach up and take hold of her breasts. With a firm grip on each soft mound, Dick played with each nipple as she began to ride his ever-hard cock up and down.
"Oh yes....yes!!" Barbara panted as she felt Dick's manhood fill her again and again. It felt so good. It had been so very long since it had felt so good.
Pinned down by her weight and the force with which she slammed her sugar walls down around his pleasure pole, there wasn't much Dick could do but lay back and enjoy the ride. Not that he was complaining of course. It seemed to be a familiar pattern by now. In the end, he always seemed to become a mere extension of his cock. It was the position in which both Selina and Jessica had always used. They had always needed to have the dominate role. Just once he'd like to have it be different.
As if she could read his mind, Barbara had the same exact thought. Part of her mind flashed back to the conversation they'd had earlier. It only took a second to make a decision.
Pulling herself off him, she jumped forward onto the length of the long bed. Spreading out her arms and legs, she lifted her crotch up into the air and invited Dick to enter her on his own.
The 17-year-old didn't waste a second. He rose to his knees and took a firm hold on the front of her legs. With all the force he could muster, he pushed himself inside of her. Again and again, he felt his balls slam against her body as he pushed harder and harder.
"Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!" Barbara yelled yet again.
Beads of sweat ran down both their bodies as they began to rut like wild animals. Long gone were the two cool, logical crimefighters, they had been left behind in the pile of costumes in the outer room. As she felt each new thrust of Dick's cock, Barbara thought of the countless nights he'd masturbated thinking about a night like this. A thought that must have been on his mind as well. It drove both of them to a state neither had ever approached before.
Breaths came in labored short gasps and Barbara felt her vision blur as what had to be the most intense orgasm of her young life set every nerve of her body afire. Bright lights flashed before her eyes as she soared above that plateau she had only dreamed about.
Then as quickly as it had occurred, the sensation began to fade. Her vision cleared, and in the silence, her heartbeat began to slowly return to normal. But the memory would never fade.It would be something she would remember night after night.
Collapsing on her stomach across the bed, Barbara felt Dick lay down across her. He was as exhausted as she was. Sometime during her brief journey into bliss, Dick had caught up with her and sent a hot burst of whiteness splashing across her ass. Her eyes half closed, she reached back and wiped her fingers across the gummy film. She lifted the cum-covered fingers to her lips and licked them clean. This action brought a broad smile to Dick's face before he drifted into a deep sleep. Moments later, Barbara joined him in the sleep of the contented.
The morning dawn would not only bring a new day but a new team. A new Dynamic Duo - the team of Batgirl and Robin. | 1 |
1,456 | Batgirl And Robin | "Look at that, he's still got half a hard-on," Mary Beth noted as she pointed to Robin's cum-covered cock. "I bet he's all ready to go at it again."
"That's why I like them young," Ma replied.
"I'm next!" Betty Sue called out.
"No way!" Mary Beth responded. "You always get to go next. Besides, I can tell that he wants me. Don't you, Robin honey? I bet you can't wait to taste those pussy juices for real."
"Bullshit, if he hadn't been looking at my tits while I was changing, he wouldn't have even gotten caught," Betty Sue countered.
Pulling her T-shirt up and over her bra-less mounds, she bounced them in front of the captive Robin. Batgirl figured the girl had to at least be a 38DD.
"This is what you want, isn't it, Robin baby?" she said.
"This could get ugly real fast," Batgirl thought. "If one of them decided to end it with a bullet. I might not be able to wait for daughter number three."
Part of Batgirl's decision to rush into what might be a precipitous action was the realization that despite the fact that the scene that had just occurred could be classified as rape, she had enjoyed watching it. In fact, it had turned her on immensely.
A handful of small glass capsules filled her gloved hand, taken from one of the compartments in her belt. Any advantage of surprise had to be pressed as hard as possible. If daughter three appeared out of the woodwork, it could all go so very wrong, so very fast.
Batgirl's body tensed as she slowly began to rise and counted off the seconds until she would spring into action. If she could just get them a little closer together.
"Maybe I should just put a bullet in his head and that'll settle it," said a strong voice from the other side of the room.
Batgirl quickly dropped flat as the third daughter walked into the room. Peering carefully over the edge, she took stock of the new arrival.
"Oh shit!" she gasped. "She must be at least six feet tall."
That was only where her astonishment over Ma Parker's baby daughter began. She was six one to be exact, with a body that was a cross between a movie star and body builder. With the best of both, the result was a powerful muscular form. Her platinum blond hair was razor-cut in an almost military style. She was wearing cut-off shorts and a tank top that seemed two sizes too small. Firm hard breasts pressed against the too-thin material, the nipples visible even to Batgirl. Despite all of her training, Batgirl looked like a skinny school girl next to her.
Watching the professional, no-nonsense manner in which she walked across the dirty stone floor, Batgirl quickly sized her up as the most dangerous of the three daughters. The black Uzi was slung over her shoulder, hanging within easy reach.
"If you're through playing around, you might like to know that I checked the upper floors and the building's clear," she said as she neared the rest of the group.
"You worry too much, Debbie Jo," Betty said.
"One of us should," Debbie Jo replied. "The little asshole here had a transmitter in his hand when I caught him. He might've gotten off a signal before I smashed it."
"If he did, this place would've already been crawling with cops," was Betty Sue's retort. "Do you see any cops?"
The exchange just reinforced Batgirl's original assessment that next to Ma Parker, Debbie was the most dangerous of the foursome. The other two daughters were just muscle.
Batgirl couldn't get over how physically different Debbie was from her sisters. Then she recalled an item on the bottom of Ma Parker's file.
It had been one of the most sensational crimes of twenty-two years ago. Harold Swartzenberger, the rage of Hollywood action films, had disappeared during a morning exercise run. For two weeks, the bulk of Gotham's Finest had turned the underside of the city inside and out without finding a clue as to the whereabouts of the former Mr. Universe. For all their efforts, all they had to go on was an expended tranquilizer dart at the scene. No ransom note, no demands, no communications of any kind.
Then, following a lead turned up by then Lieutenant James Gordon, they had finally found Swartzenberger. The star had been found nude, tied spread-eagle on a bed in one of the seedier hotels outside the city limits.
The actor was somewhat reluctant to say what had happened during the twelve days since he'd vanished. Sarah May Parker, on the other hand, was more than willing to proclaim to the world how she'd sucked and fucked the former weight lifter all that time.
"Hell, sometimes we'd do it three or four times a day," she yelled out before they slammed the door of the paddy wagon on her.
Unwilling to risk the damage to his career once the Hollywood tabloids got hold of the story, Swartzenberger refused to press charges. Hopefully, most people would just assume it was all a publicity stunt and ignore Parker's story.
Unfortunately, those dozen days of passion had left Sarah May pregnant, giving credence to her story. Sarah got child support, and Swartzenberger's career never reached its potential. In all that time, he had never seen his daughter.
"Hey Debbie, want a taste?" Mary Beth asked as she ran her finger along the length of Robin's cock and scooped up the remnant that Ma Parker had missed.
"I'll pass," was Debbie Jo's curt reply.
"Don't know what you're missing," Mary Beth said as she slipped her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
"I'll bet if it was the Bat-Bitch hanging there, dripping pussy juice you'd be quick to lap it up."
Betty Jo snickered.
"Maybe..." Debbie purred with a smile. "But I can think of a lot better place to do it than a filthy dump like this."
The dual thought that such a phenomenal beauty such as Debbie was both into women and as such was also interested in Batgirl brought mixed feelings. The thought of her being in Robin's predicament caused a cold chill, contrasting with the rich warm rush radiating between her legs. The thought of a sexual encounter with the likes of Debbie Jo was almost enough to cause her to consider expanding her sexuality. Of course, that would be if she could separate that perfect body from the person it contained.
Dismissing all this from her mind, Batgirl again jumped to her feet. In a single fluid movement, she bounded over the railing and into the air. As she flew, her hand swung around and sent the half dozen glass capsules ahead of her.
"Robin... Starburst!" she yelled out as she dropped over the railing, a split second before the capsules detonated into an all-encompassing whiteness.
Controlling her leap off the balcony, Batgirl was able to deliver the full force of her 110-pound frame in one single blow. The impact point being the center of Debbie's chest. The amazon hadn't been blinded like her sisters. Unlike them, she had looked down, not upward when she heard Batgirl's shout, preserving her vision. Even now, she was swinging the Uzi on her shoulder into play.
Knocked backward into a support beam by the sudden blow, Debbie lost her grip on the Uzi and watched helpless as it flew across the floor. Her head banged into the beam as well, causing a few moments of disorientation. Moments Batgirl put to all too good use.
No sooner did she hit the ground, Batgirl dropped to what looked like a push-up position. Pivoting on her open palms, she spun her muscular legs around in a wide arc, sweeping Mary Beth off her feet.A partially blinded Ma Parker had pulled her pistol from its holster and was trying to take aim at the rapidly moving intruder. Try as she could, she still couldn't differentiate between Batgirl and her daughters.
No such concern entered Betty Sue's mind. Although as visually handicapped as her mother, she wasted no time in bringing her shotgun into play. Aiming in the general direction of the blurry forms, she let off first one, then both barrels.
A cry of pain filled the air as the spray of pellets found a target.
"I got them!" Betty cried out in triumph.
"You got me, you stupid bitch!" came the reply.
Betty recognized the voice as belonging to Mary Beth. Her sister had just leapt to her feet after being knocked over by Batgirl, only to step right into the line of fire.
Even as Mary Beth again fell to the ground, this time clutching her left leg in agony, Batgirl moved against Ma Parker and Betty. A hard-tossed batarang slammed against the side of Ma's head, bringing unconsciousness with it. Betty joined her a few heartbeats later, the result of a devastating right hook and left cross combination.
Batgirl took a moment to breathe, only to have it cut short as a strong arm wrapped around her neck. Debbie hadn't been as stunned as she thought, and was already pressing the attack. It was only a muffled warning from the still-bound Robin that gave her the precious second to protect her breathing passage.
Locked in a choke hold, Batgirl pressed back with all of her strength. She could tell it wouldn't be enough. Ma Parker's youngest was just too much bigger and stronger. If only she could get a little more leverage. All she needed was a small opening.
"I'm going to rip your fucking head off, bitch!" Debbie said as she pulled Batgirl backward.
She took another step back and then suddenly loosed her hold. Batgirl immediately took advantage of her unexplained error and sent her right elbow as hard as she could into the larger woman's chest. The blow was enough to free her, and she pulled out of the killer grip.
Spinning around to an attack position, Batgirl suddenly understood the cause of her assailant's distraction. As they had moved closer to him, Robin had swung up and wrapped his legs around Debbie's neck. He didn't have the leverage to hold her, but as he pulled himself against her from the left side, Debbie found her face pressed against his exposed crotch. The strong, pungent smell of his manhood and the taste of his cum-stained cock against her lips sent her into a panic. Instinctively, her only thought was to pull away, ignoring the need to keep a tight hold on Batgirl.
Debbie grabbed one of Robin's legs with each hand and pulled them from around her neck. She was spitting the awful taste from her mouth when she suddenly remembered Batgirl. Too late, she turned her attention back to her captive, only to be met by a flurry of fists.
A brilliantly executed judo move sent the larger woman to the ground, face first. Before she could rise, Batgirl was on top of her and pinning her arms behind her as she slammed on a pair of strong steel handcuffs.
"You fucking cocksucking bitch!" Debbie called out over her shoulder.
A smile crossed Batgirl's face as she let out a deep breath of relief and made sure that all four of her adversaries were indeed down for the count. She found Debbie's curse somewhat amusing.
"Don't knock it unless you've tried it, honey," she said just loud enough for Debbie to hear her.
"You're going to pay for this!" Debbie again cursed out as she struggled helplessly against the bonds.
"Maybe, but not today!" was Batgirl's reply.
Checking Mary Beth, Batgirl was relieved to find that she had only superficial leg injuries. A few inches to the left and she'd have caught a lot more than the edge of the shotgun blast. She pinned her hands behind her with the same plastic restraints she'd used on Ma Parker and Betty Sue.
Using the handcuff key she'd found on Ma, Batgirl freed Robin from the overhead beam. She tried not to watch as he composed himself, but she had to sneak one last look. The young man certainly was impressive.
Ten minutes later, a phone call for assistance caused the old warehouse to indeed be swarming with members of the GCPD. Led by a cigar-chomping Sgt. Bullock, they quickly led an infuriated Parker Mob to waiting Police vans.
"We found the Batmobile out back," Bullock said to Robin. "Looks like one of the harpies put a few rounds into the tires for laughs."
"Great," Robin muttered. "This night is getting better and better."
"Don't sweat it, kid," Bullock growled. "I've already talked to Chief O'Hara, and he's sending a flatbed truck over to take it to the Police garage over on Barnaby Street. Batman left two sets of those special tires you use over there just in case he ever needed them. They'll have you back on the road in about an hour or two."
"Thanks," said Robin.
"Meanwhile, we'll be glad to give you a lift over there or down to Police Headquarters," added Bullock.
"Nah, I'll get there on my own," Robin said in a tone that said he really didn't want to be around the men of Bullock's Strike Force right now.
From the funny looks they had all given him, and the sly smiles on more than a few faces, he knew Ma Parker had told them all about the blowjob she had given him.
"Suit yourself, kid," Bullock said as he turned and followed the rest of the Task Force out the door.
Robin stood there for a few moments, watching them leave. It had been one screwed-up night. And it wasn't going to be any better tomorrow night when Batman got back and heard all about it. No one would have to tell him, it would be the butt of a dozen jokes in every police bar by midnight.
"I'd offer you a ride, but where could I take you," Batgirl said as she stepped up to him.
"I guess we could always go out for Pizza," he quipped, trying to put his worries behind him. "I haven't eaten since this morning."
"I do think we'd be more than a little conspicuous in these outfits," Batgirl smiled, remembering that she too had missed dinner. "I guess there's always takeout."
"I've got a better idea," Robin responded in a burst of sudden inspiration. "Come on," he added as he headed for the Bat-Cycle.
"All right, where to?" Batgirl asked as she slid behind the handlebars and motioned for Robin to squeeze in behind her.
"1939 Kane St.," Robin said as he slid in behind her and put his arms around her waist.
Again speeding through the night, Batgirl noticed that the vibration of the cycle between his legs had the same effect on Robin that it usually had on her. She could feel his erect cock pressed up against her ass as he pressed tight against her. She had to admit, as she smiled under her cowl, it was a nice feeling.
Pulling up to a long row of brownstones on Kane Street, Batgirl slowed in front of 1939. It was only a half-mile to her own apartment, a section of old Gotham that had seen a new life with an influx of young urban professionals during the last decade. A four-story walkup, a sign in the front yard identified it as being renovated by Waynecorp, a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises.
"Do you live here?" Batgirl asked in a confused tone.
"Not exactly," came the reply from behind her. "It's sort of a safe house. Better take the cycle around back."
Parking the gold and blue motorbike in the empty alley behind the building, Batgirl watched as Robin covered it with a large gray tarp hidden behind the garbage cans.
"That should hide it," he said, satisfied that it was hidden from casual observers.
"I suppose there's a back door," Batgirl said as she looked up and down the alleyway.
"Not exactly," Robin said as he pointed up to the overhead fire escape. "But there is a back window."
"Right," Batgirl replied. "The story of my life."
It only took a minute for them to reach the third-floor landing. Robin paused at the large high window and reached into his utility belt for a small electronic device. Batgirl watched as he activated it and then ran it along the outside of the window frame. An audible click filled the night air as it passed over the lock.
"It also deactivated the alarms," the Teen Wonder said by way of explanation as he returned the small unit to his belt. "After you," he said as he pulled open the window.
Batgirl's first impression upon entering the small three-room apartment was that she'd been there before. It was impossible, of course, but it was all so familiar.
"Well, what do you think?" Robin said as he closed the window behind him. "A lot better than eating off the back of your bike."
"It's nice," Batgirl said. "You might find this funny, but I feel like I've seen this place before."
"Déjà vu, huh," Robin laughed, as if he was enjoying some little joke.
With that, he walked over to a small coffee table and picked up a small neighborhood phone book. Opening it to the restaurant section, he scanned a few ads.
"What do you feel like having?" he asked. "Italian? Mexican? There's a really great seafood place about two blocks over."
"That'd be fine," Batgirl said as she picked up a small stack of mail by the front door and examined it. Mostly it consisted of bills and such.
"B. Ward," she said as she read the name on the phone bill. "A friend of yours?"
"Actually, that's the name of some second-rate actor that was on this really lame superhero show when I was a kid," he said as he began to dial the phone. "I found the name in an old TV Guide and put all the utilities in his name. Couldn't really put it under Batman or Robin, could I?"
"I guess not," Batgirl mused.
Her attention was then caught by an R.J. Nickels catalog resting next to the mail. An identical mail-order book had been delivered to her apartment last month.In fact, she'd been flipping through it just the other day, looking for a new sofa.
"That's it," she said to herself as she quickly flipped through the pages until she came to the one she was looking for. "I don't believe it, you bought the whole room."
Robin grinned as he looked at the two-page photo in the catalog, identical in every way to the room they were now standing in, right down to the framed pictures on the wall.
"It was easier that way. We have twelve apartments like this scattered across the six boroughs," Robin explained. "Really didn't have time to shop around and decorate them all."
Without realizing it, Robin had confirmed Batgirl's long-standing belief that Batman had to have a great deal of money behind him. A quick addition of the prices in the glossy photo put the cost of just this room at almost six thousand dollars, and they had twelve apartments like this. As Barbara Gordon, Batgirl could just about afford the rent on her apartment, much less pay for apartments that were empty most of the time.
The buzz of the intercom interrupted anything Batgirl might have wanted to say. Robin walked over to the wall and pressed it.
"Seafood Delight," said the voice over the speaker.
"Come on up," Robin said.
"That was fast," Batgirl commented as Robin pushed the buzzer that unlocked the front door.
"I've ordered from there before," he explained. "They know the tip increases the faster they get the food here."
"Another casual reference to being used to have money to burn," Batgirl thought.
"If you'll wait in the other room, I'll pay for the food," Robin said as he pulled a bathrobe over his costume and tightened the sash.
"Sure, no problem," she replied as she stepped into the adjacent bedroom.
Closing the door halfway behind her, she watched from behind as Robin removed his mask and answered the door. If she stood where she was, she'd see his face as he turned around. As simple as it would be to explain as an accident, it wasn't something she could bring herself to do. Instead, she stepped back into the room and awaited Robin's call.
"Dinner's ready," the Teen Wonder called out.
"Page 215, I see," Batgirl said as she walked back into the living room.
"What?" a confused Robin said.
"The bedroom, page 215 of the catalog," she said.
"Oh yeah, right."
The two made themselves as comfortable as they could. Capes and gloves were draped across the couch, utility belts piled on top of them. Sitting on the floor, the food-covered coffee table between them, they ate and discussed the life of a crimefighter.
"Has anything like this evening ever happened to you before?" Batgirl asked as she took a bite of her broiled shrimp.
Robin stopped mid-bite. The expression on his face told her that she might've made a big mistake asking that question. It was obvious that tonight hadn't been the first time.
"I'm sorry, I really had no right to ask something like that. I was just curious. I apologize."
Wiping the food residue from his face, Robin looked across the table into her rich green eyes. He sat silent for a few moments and then said, "Do you really want to know?"
Batgirl nodded in agreement.
Once he began, it was hard for him to stop. Batgirl was sure that this was the first time he had ever really talked to anyone about this aspect of his career.
He told her of his loss of virginity to The Catwoman. Of his encounter with Jessica Taylor, an encounter that had been repeated several times before she moved to San Diego. He even admitted to a male experience he'd had when a young thug had performed oral sex on him while guarding him, an act he had reciprocated.
Batgirl listened intently as Robin talked. She wasn't put off by his story, not even his revelation of a same-sex act. After all, more than a few times lately she'd been wondering to herself that perhaps she was missing something by not at least trying the charms of a sapphic relationship.
What she found interesting was that in all his experiences, tonight included, there was an aspect of submissiveness, of a helplessness that increased his sexual satisfaction. The look on his face as he talked mirrored that he showed while tied up back in the warehouse being serviced by Ma Parker.
Batgirl could feel a renewed wetness between her legs as she visualized the stories he had just told. She could only guess at what Jessica or his male lover had looked like. The Catwoman, on the other hand, was a known criminal. Batgirl had even encountered Selina Kyle after her return to Gotham and a life of crime. In her skin-tight catsuit, it wasn't hard to imagine what she would look like naked. The image of that naked body atop Robin, riding him, taking his cherry - fucking him - was almost too much to bear. She suddenly realized that her breathing had become labored.
"Has anything like that happened to you?"
"What?" Batgirl said, her mind suddenly dismissing the sexual images that had occupied it.
"I asked if anything like that had ever happened to you," Robin repeated.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Batgirl was relieved to realize that Robin hadn't noticed her state of arousal over his tale. If her costume weren't so reinforced, she'd be afraid to stand up, sure that her pants would be covered with a large stain.
"Once, in the very beginning," she began.
It wasn't a story she liked remembering, much less telling someone. But Robin had bared his soul, and she could do no less. It was funny, but she'd never considered the idea that a male hero could suffer sexual assault. Up until this moment, she thought it was something that only heroines had to worry about.
It was only a few months after becoming Batgirl. She'd tried tracking down The Joker, not realizing in her youthful exuberance how far out of her league she was. Of course, she easily fell into his trap.
Bound to a gurney, rape was the furthest concern from her mind. The Joker had a reputation as a homicidal maniac, and Batgirl feared for the worst. It was only when he dismissed his gang and climbed atop her helpless body that she feared she'd be raped before anything else.
In her worst nightmares, she could still see the small, chalky white cock, surrounded by green pubic hair that Joker removed from his purple pants. Straddling her waist, he had proceeded to play with it, masturbating it to its full five inches. Barbara sometimes found it astonishing that at that moment, on the verge of being ravaged and perhaps worse, she wondered if his smallness was the result of the chemical bath that had transformed him into The Joker. If so, that might've been enough to have driven him mad.
Bracing for the worst, she was confused when the tall man suddenly shot his load, all over her large yellow bat-insignia. A chilling, echoing laugh filled the air as he smeared the small residue across her lycra-covered breasts. Then, without so much as another word, he jumped off her and left.
After she freed herself, a still-trembling Batgirl had made her way home and burned that particular costume in her fireplace. It was almost a month before she could bring herself to put on her spare and venture out once more into the night.
"Damn," was the only response Robin could think of.
Batgirl decided to change the subject. Reaching behind her into a small pocket of her cape, she removed the handcuffs she'd freed Robin from earlier. They were a real old pair, over sixty years old. She'd saved them to give to her father as a present. He had a large collection of police memorabilia in his house. There'd been a Gordon on at least one police force somewhere for the last four generations. Barbara had broken the tradition, but somehow she felt she was doing something better.
"Those cuffs gave me a lot of trouble," Robin said, taking her cue to change the subject. "I tried everything I could remember Batman ever teaching me, but I couldn't get them loose. They're impossible to get out of."
"Click!"
Batgirl grinned in embarrassment as she held the opened cuff in her hand. It had taken her less than thirty seconds to open them. The key was still in her cape.
"I don't believe it!" Robin said in a shocked tone. "How'd you do that?"
Batgirl smiled a little brighter. Her little ruse had worked. Robin's mind was now totally on the old handcuffs.
"Don't feel bad," she offered by way of apology. "There's a trick to it."
"What kind of trick?"
"Well, here, I'll show you," she continued as she again manipulated the old metal joints until they again popped open. "See, it's not all that hard once you know how to do it."
Robin looked closely at the restraints as Batgirl went through it again, this time a little more slowly. As before, they opened easily. | 4 |
1,457 | Cape And Cowl: The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl | "Can I drop you off somewhere?" Supergirl asked as she walked up to Batgirl.
"What...?" Batgirl answered, startled out of her daydreaming.
"I asked if I could drop you off somewhere?" Supergirl repeated.
Batgirl looked around and noticed that the adoring Police Captain was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't even noticed him leave.
Barbara considered the fact that the unmarked car that Bruce kept in the garage of her building was parked behind the hotel. It was untraceable, and she could safely leave it there. Even if someone stole it, Bruce could well afford to buy a new one.
"I'd appreciate that," Barbara answered. "It's Kara, isn't it."
"Yes, it is." Supergirl smiled; the use of her real name was evidently very important to her. "And I guess I still call you Batgirl."
"Barbara," Batgirl said, almost without thinking. "My name is Barbara."
"I know," Kara replied softly.
"You know?" Barbara asked. "Of course, how could you not know? I mean, with x-ray vision and all."
"Wait a second," Kara interrupted her new friend. "I'd never scan beneath the mask of an ally."
"How then...?"
"There are some abilities that are involuntary," Kara explained. "They work without conscious thought, just like they do on a normal person."
Barbara only partially understood, but accepted the fact that her unmasking hadn't been intentional.
"It's partly your fault, you know," the blonde went on. "That perfume you wear has a very distinctive scent. Even after the shower you obviously took when you changed identities, there's just enough of a trace amount for me to pick up on."
"You figured it out from my perfume?" the redhead said, astonished. "There has to be a thousand women in DC alone who've bought it."
"That was just part of it," the Kryptonian went on. "Your voice was the other half of the puzzle. Actually, you should be proud of yourself. The voice you use as Batgirl is pretty different from the Congresswoman's. I know a dozen actresses who aren't that skilled. I doubt anyone with less sensitive hearing than mine could ever pick up on it."
"I guess I can't blame you at all then," Barbara said. "And if I can't trust you with my secret, who can I trust?"
Supergirl smiled broadly, then a pensive look appeared on her face. The sudden shift in expression didn't go unnoticed.
"I've seen that look before," Barbara said in response. "That's the look of someone who has something to say but doesn't know if or how to say it."
"You're pretty observant," Kara replied.
"I had some pretty good teachers," came Barbara's reply.
"Okay, if this is the wrong thing to say, please accept my apologies in advance," Kara offered.
"I'm a big girl, a little thing like words aren't going to bother me."
"Well," Supergirl began, seeming to be searching for the right words. "I was going to say that the only reason I was able to recognize you from those little clues was because I was so taken by you when we met this morning. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind all day. At first it was because you reminded me of someone I lost a long time ago. Then I realized it was because I felt attracted to you in a way I haven't been drawn to anyone in a long time. Back home, on Argo City, this wouldn't be a problem. We didn't have a problem with same-sex attractions. Here on Earth, I know that a majority of people, at least in this country, don't go in for that sort of thing."
Kara paused to see Barbara's reaction. She had said a lot more than she'd intended, and hoped that if offended, Barbara would at least let it pass without comment. The last thing she expected was for the pretty redhead to burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry..." she said in-between laughs, unable to regain her control for a few minutes. "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at myself."
Now it was Kara's turn to be confused.
"Not ten minutes ago," Barbara tried to explain as she finally recovered her self-control. "I was having the most erotic fantasies about you and chiding myself for having thought them. I've never done anything like this before. I mean outside of my fantasies. But I couldn't help thinking how much I'd like you to be my first."
"Well then," the woman from a distant star beamed. "It seems we have a lot more in common that we first thought. Perhaps we should have dinner and discuss it a little further."
"I'd like that," Barbara beamed back.
After they thought about it, having a quiet, private dinner was easier said than done. After all, freshman legislator that she was, Barbara was still a member of Congress. Kara, on the other hand, was already world-famous, with the pictures of her latest exploits adorning the front page of Washington's afternoon papers, as well as the lead story on all the evening news shows.
"I know a place," Kara smiled. "But we really aren't dressed for it. Why don't you head home and change, and I'll meet you there in an hour? Something casual, it's really not a fancy place."
"Sounds fine to me," Barbara smiled back, her tone tinged with anticipation.
Casual was an understatement as Barbara opened her door a little over an hour later to find Kara standing there in street clothes. The familiar and flamboyant blue and red costume had been replaced by a simple embroidered pink tee and a pair of white slacks. Her long blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders, reaching down to just below her breasts. She looked like hundreds of other pretty girls you'd find walking the streets of Washington on a summer day.
"Oh my," Barbara gasped.
"Too much?" Kara asked.
"Not at all," Barbara grinned. "I don't think anyone's going to recognize you like that."
Barbara had changed into a comfortable summer print, blue and white. Her thick red locks had been pinned up and back. "Are you ready?" Kara asked.
"Definitely," Barbara smiled. "Do I need to bundle up or anything?" she asked.
"Not unless you plan on driving with the top down," Kara replied.
"Driving...?" Barbara queried.
"You do have a car, don't you?" Kara asked in return.
"Why yes, but I thought that..."
"That we'd fly to where we were going," Kara finished her question for her.
Barbara nodded yes.
"I really try to live a normal life when the costume comes off," Kara offered. "And believe it or not, I don't have a driver's license."
"You're kidding," Barbara grinned.
"No, I gave up my last secret identity some time ago," she explained. "It's hard to go down to motor vehicles when you don't have so much as a library card in your name."
"I guess I'm driving then," Barbara concluded.
It was only a short drive into the Virginia countryside where they pulled up to a quaint nineteenth-century bed and breakfast. Inside, they were quickly shown to a private table in the dining room by one of the owners of the establishment. After the older woman took their orders, she left them alone.
"I think she recognized you," Barbara whispered.
"You don't have to whisper, Barbara," Kara said in a normal tone. "Mrs. Hackett very well knows who I am. In fact, I think that look of recognition was for you."
A momentary look of worry flashed across the Congresswoman's face, but Kara was quick to reassure her.
"About three years ago, Mrs. Hackett's grandson was ice skating on the frozen lake out back with some friends," she said. "Luckily, I happened to be flying over a few minutes after the ice broke and he'd fallen through it. I was able to get him to the hospital in Richmond quick enough for the doctors to save him. She hasn't forgotten that. So you don't have to worry about anything. Whatever happens within these walls stays here."
"In that case," Barbara said with relief as she reached out and took Kara's hand in her own. "I think I should tell you that I could really fall in love with you quite easily."
"You don't know how good it feels to hear that," Kara replied with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes.
Over what turned out to be quite a magnificent dinner, the two women learned a great deal more about each other. Kara told of her attempts to become more like the people of her adopted world, attempts which had ended in failure after failure until she finally learned she was kidding herself.The only way she could really become one of them was to give up the abilities that made her different. That wasn't something she was prepared to do. She'd become quite accustomed to being super-powered over the last few years and wasn't about to give that up.
"You could do that, give up your powers?" Barbara asked.
"Yes, there is a certain isotope of kryptonite that can alter my molecular structure so that my body would no longer convert solar energy the way it does. That's the way my powers work, by the way. That and the lighter gravity of this world," Kara explained. "Superman called it gold K after the color. He keeps one of the rare samples of it hidden in his arctic fortress for an emergency. If he ever came up against a stronger, evil survivor of Krypton, it might be the only weapon he could use. The effects are permanent."
"I thought that you and her are the only survivors of Krypton?" Barbara asked.
"Not really, there have been others. Some good, some not so," Kara went on.
"That's a scary thought," Barbara mused. "All that power in the hands of someone with no compulsion against using it."
"Well, that's a worry for another day," Kara smiled. "I want to hear more about you."
Barbara happily complied. She told how she grew up hiding her beauty in favor of her intelligence, believing that you could only be one or the other. It wasn't until she became Batgirl that she realized she could be both. The Congresswoman vented her frustration about how what she thought of as a golden opportunity to make a difference as a legislator had instead become a trap with no real authority. Her office was being run by her chief of staff who answered to the party bosses. She'd become a figurehead.
"Maybe you just have to decide what's more important to you," Kara suggested. "Do you make a more important contribution as Batgirl or Congresswoman Gordon. Or are the two really as incompatible as you seem to think."
"I've had some of the same thoughts over the last few hours," Barbara said.
"As far as your authority goes," Kara continued. "It's still there, all you have to do is reach out and take it. No matter how you got there, you are the Congresswoman. Your chief of staff only has control because you let him. As long as you are willing to pay the price, that is perhaps not getting elected in November, you can pretty much do what you want. And if you should lose, well would you be any worse off than right now. At least you'd have made a difference in the interim."
Barbara thought about it for a few moments. Everything Kara had said had also occurred to her at one time or another over the last few months, but she hadn't been really listening to her inner voices. Perhaps all she really needed was to hear that advice reflected by someone she trusted -- a commodity all too lacking inside the beltway.
"Excuse me, is there a phone I could use," Barbara said to Mrs. Hackett who had come by to see if there was anything else she could get her special guests.
In response, the smiling gray-haired woman produced a small cellular phone from her apron. The tiny technological marvel seemed a little out of place in the antique settings.
"Be my guest," she said as she handed Barbara the phone.
"Thank you," the redhead said as she punched in the number for her office.
The conversation was brief and from the onset, Barbara was in total control. A feeling she had missed a great deal lately. Tim Murray had begun to chide her for not leaving a number where she could be reached but she quickly cut him off.
"I'll be away for the weekend, that's all you need to know," the Congresswoman said. "And when I get back Monday morning, I want to find your office cleaned out and a letter of resignation sitting on my desk."
"You can't do that," he protested.
"I can and I did," she replied firmly. "There's no need for discussion. Goodbye."
Breaking the connection, she had a broad grin on her face as she handed the phone back to Mrs. Hackett.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hackett," she said.
"You're welcome," the sixty-year-old smiled in return. "And you can call me Amanda."
"Then thank you, Amanda," she repeated as their hostess walked away.
"That felt good," Barbara said to Kara as she turned her attention back to her.
"I know something that's going to feel even better," the Kryptonian said cheerfully. "Our room is ready."
The room that had been reserved for them was decorated in the same motif as the rest of the small inn. It was like stepping back a hundred years to a bygone age. No television, no telephone, no instantaneous communication with the rest of the world. Even the electric lights, the only concession to modern living, had been designed to resemble old gas lamps.
The center of the room was dominated by a large oversized bed, complete with four tall oversized bedposts. Large open windows filled with the light of the full moon which had just begun to rise into the early night sky.
"It's beautiful," Barbara gasped in astonishment. "It's the most beautiful room I've ever seen."
"I hoped you'd like it," Kara said as she lifted her hand to her companion's cheek and began to gently caress it. "A beautiful lady like yourself deserves to be surrounded by beautiful things."
With that Kara replaced the caress of her fingers with that of her lips.
At first, the kiss was like that she would give a sister or a dear friend. A light peck denoting tenderness and affection. Then she pressed harder - this time with passion. Barbara felt the press of Kara's tongue against her lips and opened to receive it.
Kara reached up with her hand and cupped Barbara's breast through her dress. It felt so nice to the older woman, bringing another surge of emotion through her.
Neither knew how long they stood, taking soft touches and intimate kisses. Each time Barbara felt Kara's tongue slip past her lips, her heart skipped a beat. Her lips were so soft and sweet, her perfume so highly intoxicating.
Barbara was no stranger to love, having lost her chastity the summer of her eighteenth year. In the years since, she'd had her measure of lovers. Yet standing here in the semi-darkness, surrounded by the splendor of an earlier age and coupled with the intimate presence of the most desirable woman she had ever known -- she felt like a giddy virgin once more.
"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?" Kara asked as she kissed Barbara one more time.
With that, Kara pulled the zipper of her dress all the way down, exposing the lacy strap of her bra. With no objection from Barbara, she pulled the flowery print open just enough to expose her soft creamy shoulders.
Kara began to kiss her way down Barbara's neck. Her eyes sparkled in appreciation as the younger woman got her first good look at Barbara's lace-enclosed mounds.
"Is there somewhere I could change?" Barbara suddenly asked as she took a step back and away from the Girl of Steel's embrace. "I brought something special to wear and I wanted it to be a surprise," she added in way of explanation for her abrupt desire for privacy.
"Of course," Kara replied with a look of understanding. "The bath is right through there," she continued as she pointed to a carved door to the left. "Take your time. I'll change out here."
Pausing to kiss her new love one more time, Barbara grabbed the small carry bag she had brought with her off the floor and disappeared into the bedroom. The younger woman was tempted to use her amazing vision to sneak an advanced look at her surprise but then decided against it. Some things were worth waiting for.
The interior of the bath was as carefully and artistically decorated as the outer room. A large mirror dominated an antique dressing table. It was funny, Barbara thought as she slowly undressed, that Kara would be so enthralled by the settings of a more primitive age. She had always pictured Supergirl as always being in a futuristic setting, literally the girl of tomorrow.
"Well in that case, she should love this outfit," Barbara thought as she checked her reflection in the large mirror.
Gone was the simple outfit she had worn to dinner, replaced by an embossed shimmer and tulip-laced long jade gown. Deep side slits gave ample view of her long, slender legs. Cut low in the front as well, the lace top barely concealed her rounded breasts, the nipples of which could easily be seen right through them.
"I've always liked this color," Barbara thought as she undid her hair and spread it across her exposed shoulders. "So much like my eyes."
Satisfied with her appearance, Barbara took a deep breath and stepped back into the bedroom. She wasn't prepared for what she found.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed as she stepped into a world of joyous luminosity.
The old-fashioned bedroom was filled with the light of what had to be close to a thousand candles. Mixed between them was an equal number of mixed flowers, turning the chamber into a garden. Even the night air was rich with the scent of blossoms.
In the center of it all stood Kara, her upraised arm against the bedpost. Like her new-found love, her dinner attire had been replaced by something more suitable. A bright red baby doll lace nightie barely covered her well-developed form. The outline of her sexuality was clearly visible through the see-through material. The outfit was completed by the addition of a matching kimono robe. Her long blonde hair hung straight down her back.
"Impressed?" Kara grinned as she reached out her hand in invitation.
"That's an understatement," Barbara replied as she quickly crossed the room and placed her hand in Kara's.
Only for a moment did Barbara ask herself how Kara could have done all this. After all, she couldn't have been inside more than ten or fifteen minutes. Then, as quickly as the question manifested itself, the answer followed.Because she's Supergirl, silly. If she had wanted to, she could have flown to Gotham and back in that time.
"I hope some disaster doesn't suddenly require your attention somewhere on the other side of the world," Barbara said softly as she pressed against Kara and felt her powerful arms close around her.
"Don't worry about that, my dear sweet love," Kara whispered as she kissed Barbara lightly on her cheek. "I didn't even pack my working clothes. Let the Justice League or the Titans handle the world for a night."
"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that," Barbara replied with her own pleasant kisses, remembering the many nights her plans had been interrupted by the call of duty.
"Enough talk," Kara said as she pressed her lips against Barbara's.
The warmth of Kara's pink lips spread throughout Barbara's own well-developed body, finally coming to rest and igniting a fire in her heart.
"Mmm, that feels nice," Barbara purred as lace-covered mound rubbed against lace-covered mound, causing the nipples beneath to become hard and erect.
Kara leaned over and kissed her way down the fold of Barbara's neck to the softness of her shoulders. Deftly, she undid the small clasps that held the nightgown in place and let it slide down the redhead's body, kissing the creamy white skin beneath it as it was exposed to the warm night air. Slowly, she bent her knees and dropped to the ground, exposing her new love as she went. In no time at all, Barbara was as nude as could be.
"You are so beautiful," Kara said as she rose back to her full height.
"Thank you," Barbara beamed back.
Before she could say anything more, she found herself literally swept off her feet as Kara effortlessly lifted her into the air and began to carry her precious cargo to the waiting bed.
Gently laying Barbara across the soft satin sheets, Kara took a step back and undid her own robe and let it fall to the ground. The red nightie quickly followed, and she was as bare as the Congresswoman.
"If there's a word beyond beautiful, then you are certainly it," Barbara responded to the vision in front of her.
Kara's reply was only a broader smile as she joined Barbara on the bed. Gingerly, she ran her fingers up and down the body next to her, producing a series of soft sighs.
"That feels nice," Barbara murmured.
"It gets better," Kara replied as she stroked the sides of Barbara's breasts.
The soft sighs began to grow in intensity until they became moans. The Maid of Might's fingers glided down the sides of the older woman until they came to her buttocks. There, she took a firm grip and pulled them up and apart, exposing the wet mound beneath it.
Kara bent down and kissed Barbara's left buttock, then her right. Each succeeding kiss brought her closer to the moist center. Finally, her kisses hit home, and a slight shiver shook Barbara's body. Pulling harder, Kara gave herself greater access and kissed her again, this time pushing her searching tongue up into the exposed cavity.
"Mmmmm," she said as the tangy taste of her new love filled her mouth.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, she began to work her tongue in and out of the opening. Faster and faster it moved, sending tiny sparks of delight up into Barbara's receptive form.
"Oh yes," she said as she enjoyed the sensation, excited even more that this was the first time she had received such pleasure at the hand of another woman. "More, more."
Kara was more than willing to reply to the request. Even as her quick-moving tongue wove a wet path up and down Barbara's slit, Kara's hands began to again roam across her body. Again sliding up and under, she cupped Barbara's firm breasts and played with her nipples, bringing even louder moans.
"Turn over," she said, guiding Barbara with a gentle touch.
Barbara was quick to respond, quickly flipping over onto her back and giving Kara full and unrestricted access.
Kara lowered herself to a position directly over Barbara. Then she shifted position just a little, raising herself so that her breasts were hanging directly over Barbara's mouth. There was no mistaking her intention, and Barbara was eager to reply. She reached up with her tongue and caressed the nipple of Kara's left breast. As she eagerly took it into her mouth, she was surprised to find that it was so soft. She half expected to find Kara's skin to be hard, after all -- bullets bounced off it.
"Mmmm," Kara moaned as she felt the warm embrace of Barbara's mouth. "You do that well, are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Barbara was greatly pleased with the blonde's reaction as she again ran her probing tongue around the wide aureole before once more engulfing it whole. A thousand times she had imagined what it would be like tasting another woman's breasts. None of those fantasies could compare with the real thing.
After a few more minutes, Kara shifted breasts and gave Barbara a chance to work her neophyte urges on her other mound. As she worked her way across this new morsel, Barbara was again overwhelmed by the combination of Kara's natural scent and the perfume she wore. It was strongest in the deep valley between her breasts, a place Barbara would have never thought of wearing it.
It was only then that Barbara noticed that although Kara was on top of her, she wasn't actually on her. Using her amazing ability to defy gravity, she was floating in the air, an inch between them.
Kara shifted position again, drifting downward so that she could kiss Barbara anew. As their lips met, she pressed her breasts hard against the woman beneath her, rubbing their nipples against each other.
"I want you," Barbara whispered in Kara's ear. "I want to taste you."
"And you shall," Kara replied in the same quiet tone.
After a final kiss, she floated upward and straddled the redhead, spreading her tunnel of delight above her. Barbara sat up and stuck her eager face between the outstretched legs. She wasted no time in reaching up with her tongue, probing the inner reaches of Kara's womanhood. A sudden rush filled Barbara as the first taste of female juices hit her tongue. Out of curiosity, she had tasted herself several times, but this was different. This was another woman. Possibly the most powerful woman in the world.
Determined to excel in her new activity as she had done in most everything else in her life, Barbara slid her tongue around and around as she liked a lover to do to her. Her left hand played with Kara's clit as she tried to reach out with her tongue, hitting all the places that she knew were the most sensitive in her own body.
Kara helped with her efforts with both a gentle hand on the back of her head, guiding her, as well as a steady stream of soft moans. The closer Barbara got the right spots, the louder the moans became.
Time passed quickly, and what had begun as soft gentle surges in Kara's body had progressed until they became rapid and torrid. She was now thrashing her saturated pussy against Barbara's open and ever enthusiastic mouth, almost unable to believe that this novice was going to bring her to climax. Another powerful body quake gripped her, causing her to stiffen momentarily. From past experiences, she knew the next time would be the one to send her over the abyss.
"Great Krypton!" Kara screamed as a tidal wave of passion ripped across her shaking body.
Copying a move an old lover had once used on her, Barbara grabbed Kara's ass and pressed her face as hard against her cunt as she could. An action that drove her tongue in as deep as was possible. For this, she was rewarded with what seemed to be endless eruptions of nectar. Waves which quickly overflowed from her mouth and spread out across her face. She half expected it to be different, but it was as familiar as her own. She felt a such delight knowing she had caused it.
"That was fantastic!" Barbara exclaimed as Kara pivoted in midair and kissed her.
"It certainly was," Kara agreed. "And now it's my turn."
Spreading Barbara's legs, Kara placed her head between them and with a burst of energy began to play a tune across her precious pearl with amazing rapidity. The effect on Barbara was instantaneous.
"Oh God, Oh God!" she panted as the racing of her heart seemed to match the speed of Kara's tongue.
She could have never imagined any lover, man or woman, producing such a reaction. It was like having an evening of lovemaking compressed into a single instant. Her orgasm was both instantaneous and overwhelming.
"Oooooooo" she screamed so loud that she was sure that every guest in the small inn heard her.
Barbara would never be sure how long her brief passage through nirvana lasted, it was like an out-of-body experience. All she knew was that some time later, she again became conscious of her surroundings and shifted her sweat-covered body so she could face her blonde lover once more.
"I think I should be dead," she said.
"Why is that?" Kara asked curiously.
"Because after that, I think everything else in my life is going to be anticlimactic," Barbara laughed.
Kara laughed and kissed her lover lightly.
"I guess I did get a little carried away," she said.
"A little...?" Barbara repeated.
"Tell you what," Kara said. "We have all night, why don't we try it again ... this time at a slower speed?"
Barbara's answer was to lean over and nestle her head between the folds of Kara's breasts. The warmest of smiles filled her face.
Come the morning, they would leave their sanctuary and return to the world beyond -- and the legends they had become. But for this one brief moment, they were simply two lonely women with dreams and desires like any other. In truth, under cape and cowl -- that's all they ever were.The entire Ann Douglas collection, as well as a multitude of other great stories, can be found in the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive.
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1,459 | Batgirl - Dream House | "So, Dr. Soma mysteriously disappeared," Batgirl said as she sat on the corner of Commissioner Gordon's desk with her bare legs crossed. Over the past few months, Batgirl had amassed several costumes, dumping the old, one-piece suit for various two-piece models. She found that criminals hesitated when confronted by a leggy girl with cleavage dressed in a costume, and she loved to use this to her advantage. Having Gotham drooling over her was also a perk she secretly loved.
Her costume was now a black two-piece outfit with a skimpy pair of black, spandex shorts and a tight halter that exposed her arms. The Bat emblem was clear yellow and bright across the front of her shorts, while the emblem on her chest was cut out, showcasing her plump breasts and curvaceous cleavage in an obvious Bat-window. She also wore her usual bat gloves and a pair of shin boots with four-inch heels. She had also ditched that hot and uncomfortable cowl for a simple eye mask like Robin's.
Her hair had been a problem until she let it grow out to the small of her back. She would then tuck it up on her head, making it look shorter and styled differently than her Barbara Gordon alter ego. The first time she walked into her father's office, Batgirl thought he would recognize her for sure, but for some odd reason, the mask and suit were enough that he didn't even notice her face.
"Sure 'n be Batgirl," added Chief O'Hara. "We think 'tis the work of that madman Sandman and his sleepy crew," he said, shuddering. "Batman and Robin are out of town tracking down Shane and his cow-poke, so we can't get their help."
"Yes, Batgirl. This could be very, very dangerous. That evil genius could put all of Gotham to sleep if we don't stop him. Even Batman, Robin, and you together had a hard time stopping him before," Commissioner Gordon said, taking a slight peek at the heroine's curvaceous thigh.
"Well, maybe you're right, da. I mean, Commissioner. I think I'll need some help on this one," Batgirl said, crossing her arms and walking to the window.
"My finest are at your disposal, Batgirl. Before, we could nail that sleeping Satan before he knows what hit him," Chief O'Hara said with a gush of pride.
"While you do have the best police force in the country, Chief, I seriously doubt they are a match for such a vile criminal," Batgirl said with an arrogant smile.
"Sure 'n 'be Batgirl. You're right. Saints preserve us!" O'Hara cried.
"Not to fret, Chief," Batgirl said as she walked up and patted him lightly on the shoulder. "I have a friend who can help me. I think we can both put Sandman under for a long time," Batgirl added as she giggled and trotted out the door.
"There goes a brave, plucky young woman. I just wish my daughter Barbara could be half as adventurous," Commissioner Gordon stated as he watched with a proud smile as Batgirl strutted out.
"Aye, and a nice tush too," the chief said under his breath. Both old men looked at each other and smiled.The Huntress stared at the arm and the tube and turned away as a stream of white, wispy gas shot out and into her face.
"NO!! NO!!! Can't let it put me to sleep!" she cried as her head thrashed back and forth. Whipping her hair, she tried to use her brunette locks to wave the gas away. It was working, but she had sucked down some of the fumes, and her twisting slowed.
As she fought, another door opened, and another arm extended. It carried a hand-sized, thick ball of cotton, and it maneuvered itself in front of the struggling heroine.
"I can beat you, Sandman! You're the one who's going to... mmbblmm... mmmmmbblmm... NO!!"
As she screamed, the arm started dabbing the chloroform-soaked cotton ball over her mouth when her face came into range. With each dab, the heroine slowed and grew more groggy. Her head then rolled to one side, and the arm placed the ball over her nose and mouth. She moaned and twisted, but her eyes were growing heavy.
The arm then moved aside, and the first arm with the gas hose moved right in front of her face. The hose shot a deep, rich cloud of anesthetic gas into the Huntress's face, and her eyes grew dull and sleepy. The other arm then resumed damping the pad over her mouth. It held the pad in place as the first arm let loose another billowing cloud of gas. The Huntress's eyes finally closed, and her head fell back in sleepy defeat.
Batgirl slowly inched her fit, curvaceous body along the cement floor as she made her way slowly toward the steel workbench at the far end. "If I don't take a deep breath, I'm fine," she thought arrogantly, as she felt she had outwitted Sandman's little trap. She hoisted herself up against the table and started to saw the ropes against the table's steel leg. In minutes, she was free, and she dropped the anesthetic wad to the ground in disgust.
"Nice try, Sandy," she said smugly as she stood in her usual Batgirl stance. "A little chloroform can't slow Batgirl down!"
"Oh, no? Well, maybe these will," said a voice from out of nowhere. Batgirl spun about, trying to find Sandman, but could only see concrete walls, stone pillars, and shadowy alcoves.
PSSSSSSTHMP!
"YEEEOUCH!!!"
Batgirl's hips shot forward, and her pert buttock rippled as a small dart popped her curvaceous flesh like a pin popping a balloon. She pulled out the annoying stinger, which was no larger than a pen cap, and tossed it angrily to the floor.
"WHAT! What was that supposed to be?" she said with a smug expression. Suddenly, her head began to swim about slightly, and she shook to clear her vision. The drug barely had an effect, and the heroine easily resisted it.
PSSSSSTHMP!
PSSSST!
PSSSST!
Her thigh shimmied as yet another dart pricked her skin. Two more whizzed by her chest as she twisted out of their way.
"YEEEHAAA! It's like shooting a pig in a pen!" laughed the Sandman as dart after dart shot out at a springing, dodging Batgirl.
"HEY! Watch who you're calling a... YEEOUCHH!"
She grabbed another dart that had found its target in her left breast. The mammary sloshed and jiggled from the impact, and Batgirl cupped her tit in shock and pain.
"Gotta get out of here... OUCH!... getting dizzy... must find the door."
Suddenly, her hopes peaked as she saw a narrow passage off to one side. Like a gazelle being shot at by hunters, the heroine bounded forward and into the passage. As she jumped through, three more darts landed direct hits on her perky ass, and she hit the floor in stingy pain and dizziness.
"These darts... wearing me out... Must keep going," she shook her head and pulled the darts free. Using the narrow walls as support, Batgirl staggered down the hall toward the light at the end.
Suddenly, two steel doors slammed down, one in front and one behind her. The heroine immediately began pounding and pulling at them, trying to get free.
Then, the walls to her sides slid up. The insides were covered in what looked like thick cotton, similar to insulation, only white instead of pink. The cotton walls appeared to be very deep and ran from the floor to the ceiling.
Before she could act, the walls slammed together, sandwiching Batgirl between two huge pads of cotton. The plucky avenger struggled and thrashed around, punching and kicking the thick cotton but to no avail. As she cried out under the muffled sounds of the two huge pads, transparent tubes that ran into the two pads began to fill with a clear fluid. The cotton walls started to grow damp, and the dampness spread inward toward the struggling heroine.
Suddenly, with an explosion of fury, Batgirl began screaming and gyrating frantically. "DEAR GOD! IT'S ALL CHLOROFORM!" she screamed under the soaking wet cotton. Her body convulsed and writhed as she fought the fumes, but the dose was too humongous. Batgirl's eyes grew heavy, and her body grew warm and numb. Her head spun and swayed, then rocked back. She sank back into the cotton wall behind her, and the fumes smothered the fire from her spirit. With one last clutching fist, Batgirl seized, then slumped down asleep.
"Dr. Soma! This stuff is amazing!" Sandman said in admiration as he stared at the last struggles of Batgirl.
"Yes, my boy! Quite a nice little invention. Something I've worked on for years. I call it Somaform," Dr. Soma said, staring at the screen like a child staring at his father's Playboy. "An anesthetic that smells just like chloroform that can be breathed, ingested, or taken intravenously."
"Oh yes, and with no ill effects. No vomiting or death," Sandman smiled. "The time the victim is unconscious is directly proportional to the dosage, and they can be exposed to it indefinitely."
"Yes, my boy. Not only that, but the victim will recover refreshed and renewed with no side effects whatsoever. I've been waiting to bag some ass with this stuff for months now, and now's my chance to really test it," Dr. Soma added, drooling at the screen.
It was obvious by now that both Sandman and Dr. Soma shared the same sexual fetish of seeing beautiful women being put to sleep, and both watched the monitors with lust and depravity as both Batgirl and Huntress slept soundly.
"Too bad this stuff only works on women," Sandman said, shaking his head. "We could put all of Gotham to sleep and loot it to our hearts' content."
"True, my boy, but wouldn't you rather like to see our lovelies get what they deserve? Besides, there are always targets of opportunity with this drug," Dr. Soma smiled. "What's more, this stuff works equally well on any woman," Dr. Soma added.
"Any woman???"
"Anything with breasts and a cunt," the doctor grinned.
They both laughed.
How many times had it been? That accursed chair had anesthetized the Huntress over and over, but she was learning how not to set the chair's sensors off.
"If I move slowly, I think I can work my arms free of the straps," she thought as the gas tube and the pad loomed over her. Pretending to be asleep, she twisted and pulled at the straps once more. Too much movement would cause the chair to re-Somaform her, and she had failed on too many attempts already.
Finally, her hands slid out from under the straps. Suddenly, the machine sprang to life, sensing its prey was escaping. "OH NO! My hands are free, but my shoulders are still strapped," she thought in horror as the arms came forward.
Betting that she was right, the Huntress raised her muscular legs and planted a massive kick against the desk with all her strength. Sure enough, the chair wasn't bolted down, and she went back hard against the floor with the mechanical arms sprawled about, rotating in mechanical confusion. Before they could strike, she pulled up on the strap and slid free. With a dexterous somersault, she leapt the desk and headed for the door.
"Whoever this guy is, he is an anesthetic freak! I've got to find Batgirl and get out of... HMMMBLLM!"
Huntress ran out the door and was immediately jumped by Snooze and Snoar. Both dreamy-eyed goons tackled the heroine, and Snooze cupped his hand over her mouth. Their costumes had thick pads in their palms and were soaked with the doctor's wonder anesthetic.
The Huntress's eyes exploded as she again smelled that old familiar smell.
"Gotcha now, Babe!" smiled Snooze as he held his hand tight and reached around her chest. His other hand clamped onto her left breast, and he began molesting it madly.
Snoar ran his hands up and down her smooth, bare thighs, then he slid one hand between her legs and began massaging her vagina. Huntress began screaming in horror as the goons began molesting her.
Being grabbed wasn't new to the heroine, but this time was different. Many creeps had copped a feel or grabbed a breast here and there, and she even got the occasional rape threat when she was captured, but she had always managed to escape and never had to deal with this kind of molestation. Now they were deeply groping her, and the ether was sucking her will away.
The Huntress's eyes began to fade and close, and her tense, struggling body started to stagger. The two goons pulled at her like lions pulling down their prey, and soon, her slender, shapely legs began to buckle. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she sank down into their grubby, groping arms.
"Hee hee. Never had me a heroine before," Snooze said, spinning the sleeping Huntress around and cupping both of her full breasts with his hands.
"Yeah! I wonder if she fucks as good as she wiggles," Snoar added, sliding his hands over her tight panties and cupping her plump buttocks.
"I really don't think you gentlemen will get the chance to find out," said a voice from behind them. They both turned and stopped cold. There, standing like a goddess, was the buxom, brunette bombshell Wonder Woman.
"OHHHH SHHHIT!" Snoar said, bolting across the entry hall floor.Wonder Woman grabbed her magic lasso and easily ensnared the goon.
"You ain't getting me with that rope!" Snooze declared, and he chucked a small pellet at the heroine. Wonder Woman instinctively raised her bracelets to block the pellet, but instead of bouncing off, the capsule exploded with a small cloud of white gas that immediately enveloped Wonder Woman's head.
"UUGHH!! What in Hera's name!!" she cursed as she coughed and staggered slightly. Dropping her magic lasso, Wonder Woman clutched her head in dizziness. Snoar, now out of the amazon's control, removed the lasso and ran with Snooze up the huge, curving staircase toward the second floor.
Wonder Woman shook her head some more, then, with a bounding leap, she jumped clear to the second floor a few feet behind the running crooks. "HALT! Don't make me come after you," she said arrogantly as she started sauntering down the hall and around a corner. She stopped and looked at the array of doors on either side of the hall.
"Crook, crook, now if I were a crook, where would I hide?" she sang in a teasing voice as she slowly walked along, peering in each door.
Suddenly, she heard a thump from one of the rooms, and she confidently walked up and pushed open the door. Snoar and Snooze, desperate to escape, backed away from a closed window, and Snoar picked up a chair to defend himself.
"Now now, boys," Wonder Woman said, crossing her arms across her massive breasts. "Settle down, and no one will get hurt," she said arrogantly.
"No one except you, my dear," said a voice from behind her.
Before Wonder Woman could turn, a hand with a rag clamped down over her nose and mouth, while another wrapped around her waist.
"Oh, come now," mumbled Wonder Woman under the rag, not budging an inch from her stance. "Do you really think you're going to put me to sleep?"
"Oh yes! You're done for now," hissed Sandman as he pulled her close and whispered in her ear. She simply smiled under the somaform-soaked rag and crossed her arms, letting him hang on to humor him. Her first deep breath, however, changed her tune.
"HEY! What the... hummmmmblmm!!!" Wonder Woman started to pull at Sandman's hand but found her strength already waning. At that moment, Snooze and Snoar leapt onto the slightly gyrating heroine and grabbed her arms and her legs.
Wonder Woman now started to panic as Dr. Soma's special somaform started to work its magic even on her. The four wrestled and struggled against each other, with Wonder Woman growing ever more violent with each passing moment. Sandman and his goons hung onto the amazon and held her fast as the ether dampened her spirit, drawing her deeper and deeper under.
"She's... she's falling," Sandman said with a grunt as Wonder Woman began screaming and thrusting frantically. "Just... hold her."
For several moments, the four continued their twisting and struggling. Then Sandman peered across the room and smiled. "Ah! The special bed! Quickly, get her legs!" he ordered, nodding his head at the huge, old Victorian bed across the room. The goons smiled and picked up Wonder Woman's long, shapely, bucking legs, and they carried her over to the bed. Then, with a heave-ho, they tossed her gyrating body on the mattress and onto her back.
Wonder Woman sank back and clutched her forehead in dizziness. She moaned and rolled around, then started to get back up. Suddenly, from each corner post, flexible, mechanical arms lashed out and clamped onto her legs and arms. With Herculean strength, they pulled her limbs apart and laid her out in a spread-eagle position.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Wonder Woman screamed as she pulled and twisted against her bonds. "I can't break these... These things!"
"Of course not, my special anesthetic sapped your strength, and those arms are made out of super, re-enforced titanium. Even at full strength, I doubt you could snap them," Sandman said with a cackle as he stood over the now restrained Wonder Woman.
"UGGH! I demand you set me free! You're a sick man, and you need help. Let me help YOU!." As she screamed and pleaded, a door on the headboard opened, and a mechanical arm with a big cotton pad on its end extended outward and over Wonder Woman's face.
"NOO... MMMNBLLLMMMM!!!"
Wonder Woman's head whipped back and forth, but the pad held fast over her face. Her moans grew deeper, and her body slowed as the drug sapped her strength. Then, with a low groan, she settled down to a nice forced nap.
"Sleep tight, Wonder BITCH! You're gonna love this bed!!!" teased the Sandman as he and his goons left the bedroom and locked the door.
Wonder Woman slept very deeply as the arm hovered the pad about a foot away from her face. As she lay soundly, an array of mechanical arms and pincers came up from the sides of the bed and slowly started pulling at her costume. Over time, it stripped her of her satin tights and boustier, leaving her with only her boots, barrette, and bracelets.She looked down over her huge breasts and stared with a dull gaze at the motionless implement. Then, the dildo started pulling back. Then it thrust forward. Then back. Then forward. Like a steam engine's piston, the sexual implement started pumping into Wonder Woman and started pumping her tighter and tighter.
"Great Hera! No! It's mechanical. Won't stop. Can't control it!" she gasped in horror, knowing her robotic rapist was unrelenting and unstoppable. Her breath grew short. She gasped and moaned in ecstasy. Her body was being pumped higher and higher as the dildo plunged in and out of her. Then, tightening and seizing and nearly pulling the titanium cords that bound her limbs straight from their moorings, Wonder Woman's incredible Amazon body soared upward. She tightened and hissed, then exploded in a death spiral of moans and a fantastic display of bucking hips and sliding thighs as the dildo exacted a feverishly devastating climax from the superheroine. She collapsed to the bed in defeat.
Still moaning and rolling about slowly, she raised her head and watched the dildo retract with a dreamy, glazed stare. As she panted, the mechanical arm near her head reached out and placed the somaform pad over her nose and mouth. The fumes quickly shook her back to reality, and Wonder Woman twisted her head away as she sucked down a lungful of the anesthetic. The pad followed her and dabbed down on her passing nose and mouth, slowing her tirade with each pass. Her eyes grew heavy. Her head slowed. The arm then pressed the pad firmly into place, and the cotton soaked away her consciousness. Wonder Woman sank and slipped unconscious.
Batgirl moaned and sucked as Sandman's huge member slid slowly past her lips and deep into her mouth. He coddled her masked head and nursed her on his penis as she sucked and rolled his engorged erection. Every once in a while, he would pull her head back and place a somaform cotton pad over her nose and mouth. The dosage was not enough to put her to sleep, just enough to keep her dreamy, and he grew more excited as he watched her gorgeous brown eyes grow heavy and sleepy. Her mouth went back down on his erection, and he continued to enjoy his new toy.
The Huntress moaned from across the room as Snoar mounted her once more. She was on her back, with her hands bound behind her back and her head resting on Snooze's lap. Every once in a while, Snooze would dab another somaform-soaked cotton over the Huntress's nose and mouth to also keep her in a dreamlike state. Her body rolled and gyrated slowly as Snoar's penis slowly penetrated her, and he sank in between her legs and cupped her bare buttocks. The Huntress was in too much of a dreamlike state to fight much. All she knew was she was someplace she shouldn't be, and she was being forced to climax over and over again.
Snoar tightened and pumped harder, and the Huntress slid her bare legs slowly along his sides as the two continued. The somaform was also making her uncontrollably horny, and she added to the rape by subconsciously thrusting her hips with each of his surges. Snoar cupped her large breasts and sucked deep on her nipples as he tried to molest her as much as he could, getting in whatever sexual humiliation he could think of. Too many times this high-brow bitch had beaten him up and stood over him with that drop-dead body, grinning at him with that "you're never going to get any of this" attitude. Now he was giving it to her good and getting as much as he could out of it. He knew the party was going to end sooner or later.
The two started tightening even more. The Huntress gasped and moaned and coiled her legs around his hips as he plunged into her with brutal abandonment. They seized. They clutched. They spasmed and thrust. Then, with one last surge, they both thrust their hips into each other's and exploded with simultaneous climaxes. At that moment, Snooze clamped the pad over the Huntress's gasping mouth, and the heroine settled back down into a relaxed state of euphoria.
The rapes had been going on for the last hour. The Sandman had already "entertained" himself with the Huntress, getting first dibs, and had saved Batgirl for last. The young girl started twisting and moaning on his erection, and he held her head tight as he watched Snooze and Snoar flip the Huntress over. Four more henchmen were waiting in the wing, and they came in to take Snooze and Snoar's place. They flipped the Huntress over, and one forced her mouth down over his cock while the other mounted her from behind with a fresh, hard penis.
Batgirl gyrated, and he knew she knew he was building. He pulled her head back and held her face up to stare her in her semi-dreamy eyes. "Not there. I want it in there," he said with an arrogant grin as he reached down and massaged her vagina.
He pushed her back and climbed on top. Smiling, he snaked his hips between her legs and pressed his super-hard erection into Batgirl. The heroine rolled about and wrapped her bare legs around his bare body as he pressed inward and forced himself deeper.
"You can't. This is rape. No," Batgirl stammered in a dreamlike state.
"Oh yeah, then why are you getting hot, slut?!" the Sandman replied, grabbing her jiggling breast and massaging it. Then, with a voracious appetite, he lunged down and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. Sucking and squeezing, he mauled her breast, sending even more waves of sexual energy through Batgirl's dreamy mind.
The two continued to fuck, and Batgirl started to tighten. Over and over, he plunged into her, and she started to reciprocate with thrusts of her own. The somaform was wearing off pretty quickly, and she was getting spunkier and more resistive with each second. This only turned the Sandman on as their actions turned from slow sex to wrestling to full-blown rape.
Then, she began to scream as her body betrayed her. The wave was irresistible, and he clamped down on her wildly bucking little body and fucked it madly.
"This oughta teach you, fucking cunt!" he clenched his teeth and seized. She gasped in horror and tightened as well, and both rose upward. Then, with a violent display of slamming hips and thrashing female legs, the Sandman exploded into Batgirl, and Batgirl burst with uncontrollable climaxing.
She gasped and moaned and stared up at the man who had forced the sex from her, and the eroticism was driving her wild. He looked down at her face and saw a girl who was not frightened but a girl who may want more. He sank down and slammed into her again and, after several more minutes, exacted another climax from the confused, dazed, and shocked heroine.
"Oh, I bet you liked that, didn't you, fucking slut," he said coldly as he leaned in over her face and ran his thumb over her slack, lower lip. "Now it's time for that pretty little mouth to clean me off."
He got up and sat down, pulling Batgirl into a sitting position in front of him. "But first," he placed the somaform pad over her mouth and pulled her back so she lay across his chest and so he could stare into her eyes. As she struggled, he masturbated himself and smiled as her eyes grew dull and were once more drained of their spirit.
He lay back and forced her mouth down over his erection, pulled her hips up next to him, and started finger-fucking both her vagina and her tightly coiled anus. "That's right, my pretty. Do what you do best. Then you'll end up like your friend," he grinned, staring at her tight ass, then looking over at the Huntress.
The Huntress surged and screamed as she was being entered from both ends. They had let her recover slightly, and she was fighting feverishly, making the whole thing much more fun. They were slamming her relentlessly now, raping her with utter abandonment as the heroine gyrated helplessly between them. Then, with a chorus of male climaxes, the goons exploded into her mouth and vagina, making her scream and gag in disgust and humiliation. The others then joined in and piled down onto the struggling Huntress. This was a bitch that needed some serious taming, and they intended to be the winners.
The Sandman watched with a smile as he played and fucked Batgirl's ass, watching the Huntress's legs stick out from the pile of rapists. It looked like they were entering her from all three ends, and he grinned. "That's it, boys. She sent you all up the river. Now it's payback time. Just don't wear yourselves out. Batgirl's next," he said with a laugh as he tightened, then exploded into Batgirl's soft, warm mouth.
"Hey! What about me?! We had a deal!" Dr. Soma said, bursting into the Sandman's pillow room and standing over him and Batgirl like an angry geek.
"So sue me. Go find your own snatch, doc. Can't you see we're busy," the Sandman replied as the Huntress convulsed and screamed in agonizing climax in the background.
"We had a deal, Sandman! You're going to pay!" the doc screamed as he stomped out like a cheated child. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the Sandman replied, rolling Batgirl on her stomach and pressing his penis into her anus.
"He'll pay alright," the old man cursed as he stomped down the hall. Suddenly, he stopped cold, and a chill ran down his spine. "I'll nail the best ass of all!" he said with glee as he ran for the stairs.
Wonder Woman lay like a sleeping goddess as she was defeated by yet another dildo-induced climax and put to sleep. The bed had raped her at least five times, and each time the dildos got bigger, longer, and more wicked. The door opened, and Dr. Soma sneaked in.
"Fuck you, Sandman. So what if we're going to sell her to some rich oil sheik. I'm still getting some ass," the Doc cursed as he sat down on the bed next to the sleeping, amazing Amazon and pulled out a smoky bottle of somaform and a cotton pad and placed it on the nightstand.
"Yes, some ass."He said softly as he ran his finger slowly over her large, bare nipple. He stretched his hand and cupped the breast. It was huge. Even with his fingers extended all the way, he could reach the diameter of the massive mammary. She was a six-foot-five-inch wonder, and those breasts looked abundant but good on her Amazon frame. They were soft, full, and very natural, and they shimmied and sloshed as he played with them like a child playing with clay. He then wet his lips and stared at them in disbelief. He couldn't buy a whore like this for all the money Sandman promised. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, and all his sixty years were nothing up to this second. He leaned in and pulled her huge breasts and pert nipple into his mouth and started feeding like a mad dog.
Wonder Woman moaned softly and rolled her head as he accosted her endowment. His other hand cupped her other breast and rolled it around with abandonment. He pressed in and sucked away even harder, gnawing and sucking her nipple to his own satisfaction.
"Oh God! What a body! Sandman, you can keep those other two," the Doc laughed as he loomed over her chest and formed her massive breasts together with both hands. He spent several minutes just staring at the canyon of tan cleavage before him, drooling at the mountains of breasts that he had total control over. What's more, he grew excited remembering the rumors he had heard about Wonder Woman, how she was probably a virgin and how he might right now be the first man to do this to the two greatest breasts on the planet next to Supergirl's. He then leaned in and slid his face between her breasts and rubbed them against his cheeks, kissing her chest and slobbering over her cleavage. "Oh, I'm going to tit-fuck these babies," he thought.
Several minutes of breast fulfillment went by as the Doc did everything he could to those incredible mammaries. He then sat back and looked longingly at her perfect, brown muff. Like a little boy at Christmas, he got up and stripped, and had his clothes off in record time. He then started on those incredible legs. With his hands, he groped, stroked, and ran down their lengths and covered every inch. He even grabbed her knees like some molester stealing a grope. For about a half-hour, he did nothing but grope and squeeze and molest every inch of Wonder Woman's sleeping, prone body, leaving nothing untouched. He finished by sinking in and giving her red lips a deep, wet kiss.
"Now it's fuck time, honey!" he said, trying to talk dirty and trying to think of her as his little sex toy. He climbed in between her thighs and sank down. Using his hand, he guided his erect member forward and pressed it up against her lips. Even though Wonder Woman had been dildo-raped several times, she was still perky and tight, and he felt excited about being the first man to penetrate her. He wasn't a huge man by a long shot, but not getting any for years made him rather stout and hard at this point. Plus, the fact that he was about to fuck the world's greatest sex bomb made him the Eiffel Tower. He pressed forward, and Wonder Woman's eyes slowly opened.
"Wha... what's going..." she moaned and rocked her head back and forth. Doctor Soma quickly reached up and grabbed his bottle and rag. He soaked it with a nice, dazing dose and placed the pad over her nose and mouth. Wonder Woman tried to roll her head away, but the fumes dampened her spirits. He pulled the rag away just in time to drug her but not put her out. He didn't want to fuck a sleeping body and wanted a bit of a ride.
He reached his arms under her shoulder and pulled himself forward. Wonder Woman's hips rose as she felt him enter her, and he hung on to maintain control. After a few moments, he found himself fully inserted and looked up to see the Amazon was still a full head and a half taller than he was. No sweat, since he was now staring down at her massive breasts.
The doc started pumping, slowly slamming his hips in and out as he raped Wonder Woman. Moaning and reacting subconsciously, Wonder Woman reciprocated, surging and lunging her hips against his in rhythmic unison. She groaned and looked down at the little man who was now thrusting harder into her and grabbing her breasts like an inept child. She was now panting and moaning deeply, and it started the Doc getting more and more excited.
"I'm going to do you good, bitch. You're going to know defeat after I'm done! You're a fucking whore who deserves this!" the Doc ranted as he continued the rape, acting like a big man who was raping a defenseless woman.
Wonder Woman began to clench her teeth and pant quickly as the pumping continued. She stared down at him and looked him in the eye with an incredibly sensuous stare as her body thrust with his. He accelerated his plunging and quickened his pace as the wave built. He then reached down and grabbed onto her large, plump ass with both hands.
"No..." Wonder Woman gasped in a weak, feminine voice.
"Oh, yes. You're going down," the doc replied, acting like a big man.
"You don't understand," she cooed. "If I'm taken by a man, I'll be enslaved to him forever..."
The Doc slowed and stared up at her huge, brown, fawn-like eyes. He had heard many stories about these Amazons and how, if this or that happens to them, they are lost. "What do you mean? Answer!" he screamed, shoving himself deep into her like it was a threat.
"If... if my virtue is lost to a man, I must be his consort for life. I must please him in any way he commands, without hesitation. Please don't... I'm saving myself."
That line sent a chill down the doc's spine that could have frozen a dozen ice trays. Not only was he popping Wonder Woman's cherry, but he would get her for life, as his own sex slave. He went to work like a mad dog, hip-slamming and ramming her like a wild animal.
The Amazon bucked and gyrated, panting "no" again and again and putting up a very erotic struggle with her thighs and hips. The doc was gasping like a track runner, trying his best to push the Amazon over the edge.
"Uggh... my mind... can't control myself... Must make love to you," Wonder Woman gasped as her head rolled back, and she moaned so erotically that the Doc nearly lost it right there.
"Will you do as I say? Will you be mine?" he said, drooling.
"No. I can't. I... YES! Yes, I'll be yours," she said in a cry of defeat.
The Doc went crazy. He tightened so hard that his back crackled and cracked from the tension. With a huge, male scream, he exploded and climaxed inside a moaning, climaxing Wonder Woman.
After several minutes of catching his breath, he pulled himself up and kissed the Amazon. She reciprocated and kissed him deeply, and the two madly exchanged passionate embraces.
"Untie me, master. I must pleasure you," Wonder Woman said in a very feminine, defeated, zombie-like voice.
"Oh, you bet, Wonder Boobs," the doc said as he got the remote from his lab coat and released the tendril restraints.
Wonder Woman curled up, crossed her legs on the bed, and smiled at him. The doc slipped back in the bed and on top of her and slipped his hips again between her legs. "How about a blow job, toots?" he said in a semi-asking, semi-ordering tone.
Wonder Woman smiled and played with his hair. "Oh, sure. WHEN HADES FREEZES OVER, YOU TWIRP!"
With that, the amazing Amazon slammed her massively powerful thighs together and squeezed the doc like a boa constrictor. Even without her power belt, Wonder Woman was a 6'5" bombshell that could bench press 200 pounds and could do 150-pound squats with ease. The doc squealed like a pig, and Wonder Woman sank back into the bed with a smile. She then reached up, grabbed the doc by the head, and gave him a big, wet kiss.
"Thanks a lot for setting me free, MORON!" she said rudely. She then put her legs under his chest and sent him flying across the room and into a wardrobe. He collapsed unconscious.
"That virgin/lose my virtue bit works every time," she said, smiling as she got up and picked up her costume. She got dressed and tied the doc up with some curtain cord. As she walked out of the room, she looked back at the bed and smiled. "Gotta get me one of those."
Both Batgirl and Huntress were now being violently gang-raped by Sandman and his men. Buried under a mass of men, each girl was reduced to nothing more than a plugged pleasure doll for their perverted chloroform fantasies and sexual amusement. Sandman reeled his head back and seized, exploding inside Batgirl's mouth.
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and Wonder Woman came barging in. "Well, well. Looks like we can add rape to your list of charges, Sandman," Wonder Woman said with a smile as she stood with her hands on her hips. Too arrogant to think straight, Wonder Woman had missed the relaxing goon having a smoke behind the door. He readied his pad of somaform and jumped Wonder Woman from behind.
"That's it! Nail her! Get her, men!!!" screamed Sandman as Wonder Woman reeled back and stared in shock at the onslaught of goons. They all piled on top of her and began pulling her down. The fumes were sucking and sapping her strength, and Wonder Woman began to stagger and sway. Then, with one last burst of Amazon strength, Wonder Woman exploded and threw the goons off of her.
Several slammed into the walls, while others landed on the floor. The Amazon staggered and held her head in dizziness as the men started to regroup. A dazed and totally fucked Batgirl and Huntress inched toward each other and lay back to back, working on their ropes, and Wonder Woman started throwing Sandman's men about like dolls.
"Take this, Wonder Jugs!" Sandman hissed as he sprayed gas into her face. Wonder Woman staggered back and tripped on one of his henchmen, sending her hard to the floor. Immediately, three goons piled on top of her, and another somaform pad clamped down over her nose and mouth."Not so fast!" screamed Batgirl as she sent a roundhouse kick straight into Sandman's face. The Huntress somersaulted toward the pile of men, and Wonder Woman drop-kicked a blow straight into one of their heads. Two men got up and rushed Huntress, but she was a far better combatant, dodging their swings with ease and kicking the daylights out of them with her muscular, sexy legs.
"You perverted fuck! We'll teach you!!" Batgirl said, punching the Sandman in his crotch, then grabbing his hair and slamming his head down on her knee. The master crook staggered back with a bloody nose and cried in agony as he stared at the blood. Batgirl ran toward him and planted both of her feet into his chest, sending him straight into the wall hard enough to knock him out.
Wonder Woman slammed two of the crooks' heads together and dusted her hands as they dropped to the floor. All three heroines stood around and stared at the pile of beaten men at their feet.
"What do you think we should do with them?" the Huntress asked, wrapping herself in a blanket.
"I've got just the thing," Wonder Woman said with a smile.
"That magic lasso of yours really did the trick," Batgirl said with a smile as she sat on the bed, patting the bare male ass laying in front of her.
"Yes, those goons won't remember a thing, especially about raping us, and Dr. Soma now won't ever be able to replicate his formula," Wonder Woman said with a smile as she too petted the ass in front of her.
"What about Sandman? Why did we drag him up here?" asked the Huntress.
"Watch!"
Wonder Woman pressed the buttons on the remote, and a mechanical arm sporting a huge dildo rose up from the foot of the bed. Sandman slowly started to come around and mumbled under his gag as he lay spread-eagle on his stomach on the bed. His eyes bulged in terror and pain as the dildo parted his ass cheeks and pressed inside.
"Ta-ta, Sandman. It's been a slice of heaven," Batgirl said, smacking his butt and walking out with a giggle. "We'll call Police Commissioner Gordon and let him know where you are."
"Yeah, in about two or three hours," laughed the Huntress. All three women laughed and walked out as Sandman screamed and wailed from the brutal ass rape. | 2 |
1,466 | Simpsons Episode IV: Blackmail and a Bimbo | "Rod, Todd, how are you two doing? Did you say your mid-morning prayers?" asked Mrs. Flanders.
"Yes, mother," the two boys replied angelically to their mother. With that, Maud left the room. "God," she thought, "why do they have to be such dorks?"
In actuality, Maud did not like the devotion to God that her husband and kids had. She just put on that facade so she could marry Ned. When she moved to Springfield, no one would talk to her. She needed a good reputation, and the quickest way to get that was to marry the holiest man in town, Ned Flanders. The whole thing was a mistake because Maud was a very horny woman, and in their entire marriage, Ned and Maud had sex twice, just for Rod and Todd, and even that was a challenge. She had to explain to Ned that his offspring could carry on his good-doing. Unfortunately, they had.
"Well, thank God for the old dildo and vibrator collection!" Maud said a little louder than she intended to. She went to her room to satisfy her needs.
"Okay," said Todd, "She's gone." The two boys resumed their buttfucking, this time though, there were loud smacking noises and pops as they thrusted back and forth.
"Perfect," thought Bart as he videotaped with one hand and spanked off with the other.
Todd finally came with the same exuberance as Rod. "Wow, you were right, that does feel good."
At that very moment, Maud came with a powerful orgasm. Her body spurted juices as she unsuccessfully tried to muffle her screams. The boys didn't hear though, because of their own screams.
The next day, Bart walked over to the Flanders' house with the video tape. Rod and Todd were home alone. Bart told Rod that he had to show them something. He put the video tape in the VCR and pressed play. The scene was perfect, Rod and Todd both grunting and fucking.
"What are you going to do with that?" questioned Todd.
"Well, if you don't do what I say, I'm going to show it to your parents, and you know they'll be mad, this is incest, and that's a sin."
The two boys looked horrified. "We'll do whatever you want, we promise."
Bart was delighted. "Okay, Your father's away on some Leftorium business trip next week, right?" The boys nodded their heads. "Good. On Monday, you two have to tie your mother down to her bed, naked, and watch me as I rape her. If I'm in a good mood, I'll let you have a shot at her too."
Rod and Todd were about to protest when Bart reminded them of the tape. "We'll do it," they said glumly.
On that Monday, after Ned had left for his business trip, the two boys conspired on how to carry off this plan of Bart's. They decided that they would offer their mother a drink of lemonade (she loves lemonade), but they would put lots of their Dad's "calm-down" pills. (Ned has to take valium every morning, or he goes into spasms, rattling off religious chants and phrases) After that, Maud would probably fall asleep. Then the two of them would drag Maud over to the bed and tie her up. So, the two boys carried out their plan and it worked perfectly. But, by one p.m., Maud woke up, and Bart wasn't due over until three. She started screaming out for help, and Rod and Todd didn't know what to do. Finally, they went over to her and gave her a glass of lemonade mixed with just a few more pills in it, and Maud dozed back off.
Bart arrived at three, but Maud was still asleep. He told the two boys to sit down in the chairs, so they could watch the whole scene. Then he went over to Maud and stared at her breasts.
"Wow, those are big, what size bra is she?" Bart asked.
"What's a bra?" replied the two boys.
Bart went over to the pile of clothes and found the bra. "38 D, that is huge, I can't wait." With that, he began to suck on the large, dark nipples. First one, then the other. Maud finally began to stir and opened her mouth to cover it. Bart had already planned for this to happen, and quickly covered her mouth with his and embraced in a passionate kiss.
Bart quickly took his mouth off of hers and replaced it with his hand. "If you don't scream, we'll both enjoy this more, and if you do, this will be a lot worse than it could be," Bart said.
Slowly, the boy began to remove his hand from the woman's mouth. She kept quiet. Maud thought to herself, "I really should be resisting, but the boy is willing to fuck me and I really need it. I'm sick of plastic toys, I don't care what Ned thinks."
"Good girl," Bart said, "now let's get started." Bart smiled and thought "Thank God nobody noticed when I put the video camera down on the bed table, turned on! This'll be even better for blackmail."
Bart slowly entered his neighbor. In and out, slowly working his neighbor toward an orgasm. Surprisingly, Maud put up no resistance. Bart thought to himself, "Ned must not be servicing the wife, hee hee hee."
"Oh Bart, God Bart, you are God, Oh yes, I'm gonna cum, Ahhhhhhh!" And boy did she cum! Her juices spurted all over the bed. Bart hadn't cum yet though, so he shoved his dick into her mouth and demanded her to suck him dry. After five minutes of intense sucking, Bart came, and filled her mouth. Thank you Mrs. Flanders. With that, Bart got up, started to walk away and said, "She's all yours, boys," and he left.
Find out what happens next time in Simpsons Episode V: Homer gets revenge.
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1,467 | Simpsons Episode I: Bart and an Older Woman | "Oh no!" Bart thought to himself, "I've got to do something about Mrs. Krabopple. I can't ask Lisa, she'll just make fun of me. I can't ask my mom, she'll think I'm twisted or something. I'll ask Homer!"
Bart went to Homer and asked him what to do, and Homer, lacking any sense of intelligence, responded:
"Tell her the truth."
That night, Bart went to Edna Krabopple's house in a suit and knocked on the door.
"Oh great!" Edna thought sarcastically, "instead of having my dream man at the door, my worst student comes."
"Bart," she said, "What do you want, and how in the world did you find out where I live?"
"Ummm, Mrs. Krabopple, I have some bad news for you."
"Did you break the fish bowl again, because if you did, you're gonna be in detention for the rest of..."
"NO!" Bart cut in, "it is much more serious, and whatever you do, please don't get mad, I thought it would be funny at first, and then I realized that I made a big mistake."
"Alright Bart, what is it, what did you do?" Edna questioned.
"Well, you know all of those love letters you've gotten..."
"You know who my Woodrow is?" Edna interrupted with a burst of energy, "Who is he, where is he, when can I finally meet him?"
Bart hesitated, in anticipation of a slap across the face. Then, he said:
"I'm Woodrow, I wrote the letters."
The young boy stood there, waiting for his teacher's wrath. Then an evil grin crept onto Edna's face.
"You wrote the letters? I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, young man. Come with me."
"Uh oh," Bart thought as he walked behind his teacher into what appeared to be her bedroom. "I'm about to get the biggest spanking of my life, aren't I?"
"You could say that," his teacher slyly replied. "Sit on the bed, Bart, I want to explain something to you."
Bart did as he was told.
"My husband left me over ten years ago, and that was the last time that I got any... Uhmmm I mean that was the last time I had... Uhmmm, that was the last time I had a male companion. Because I have certain needs, I put an ad in the magazine to fill my needs. You, or Woodrow, was the first decent, reasonable man who responded, and I got very excited. I thought my needs would be answered, and now, I am so horn... I mean needy, that your punishment will be to help me solve my needs."
"What is it that you want me to do?" Bart asked.
"Well, Uhhhhh, Ummmmm..." Edna Krabopple never thought she would ask anyone to do what she was about to ask Bart, let alone a student. And, she certainly didn't know how to ask him. "Bart," she said, "we're gonna have... Uhmmmm, let's see, when two people really like each other, they... No, that's not what I want to say... Uhmmm well, you, uhhhmmmm, We're gonna fuck!"
"What?" Bart stammered. Being in fourth grade, he didn't know much about sex, and he hadn't even started puberty, so he was totally lost.
"Don't worry," Edna said, "I'll take you through every step." With that, she walked over to Bart and immediately locked into a deep kiss.
Bart pushed away, saying:
"Ewwwww, that's disgusting!"
But, Edna persisted and said:
"Trust me, you'll like it, and besides, this is part of your punishment."
Once again, the teacher pressed her lips against those of the eleven-year-old and held. Soon, she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into Bart's mouth. He responded with the same action. They stayed like this for five or six minutes, until Edna decided to move on to the next step. She broke the kiss, took off her shirt, and unclasped her bra. Although not huge, her breasts were perfectly shaped, and Bart was overcome.
"Wow!" the boy said as he stared at her beautiful globules. It was his first exposure to breasts, and he immediately started to kiss, caress, and play with them. Edna leaned her head back and moaned. Bart, wanting to take some initiative, took off his shirt, and while doing so, realized a strange feeling. His penis felt like it was getting bigger. Bart had an irregularly large pre-pubescent dick. At three inches soft, Bart thought that was as big as it got. He knew that his member was big because at school, in the bathroom, he often caught a quick flash of another boy's dick, and one inch is a lot smaller than three inches.
While Edna impatiently awaited her young lover, Bart wanted to investigate. He pulled down his pants and pulled the semi-hard dick out of his boxers.
"Holy shit!" Bart yelled, "It grew an inch!"
"Don't have a cow," Edna joked, "and besides, it'll grow more than that."
Bart looked over and realized that while he was stripping, his teacher had done the same. For the first time in his life, Bart looked over at his teacher and had the sudden urge to do something, but he didn't know what that something was.
"Come over here," Edna pleaded, and then grabbed the boy's dick. Quickly, she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck like she never sucked before. At first, Bart was repulsed, but soon, he realized that this felt amazingly good. The more she sucked, the bigger it grew, and finally, after five minutes of the most intense blowjob ever, Bart's dick was at a whopping five and a half inches. "Okay, now you're ready," said Edna to her student. She guided his dick to the entrance of her pussy. "Do you know what to do, because if you don't it's real easy, I'll tell you." Bart looked to the ground, quite embarrassed. "Alright, all you have to do is pump that rod of yours into my pussy, then pull back some, then back in... In, out, in, out, etc. Do you get the general idea?" Bart nodded. "Good, now when I start screaming, whatever you do, don't stop, go faster!!! And, unless I'm screaming, pull out if you feel like some stuff is about to come out of your penis. If I'm screaming, forget about it and keep on going. By the way, this may take a while, don't give up too early, the end experience is well worth the wait."
Bart nodded and eased his way into her love box. A slight moan escaped Edna's lips. Then, Bart climbed on top of her, his head only reaching her boob. Slowly, he began to pump, in and out.
"If you want to be done before next week, I'd go a little faster," Edna complained.
The boy's pace became faster and faster. Soon he was pumping in and out as fast as he could, in anticipation of the great feeling he was promised. Then, it happened. Bart's fourth-grade teacher let out a scream. Her body started to violently shake, and Bart knew he had to keep on going and get even faster. His teacher's body then went rigid, and Bart felt a strange feeling in his dick.
"Uh oh," Bart thought, "she's screaming and I'm about to have that feeling she told me about." The boy pumped as hard as he could. Beads of sweat dripped from the two bodies. Edna screamed as Bart grunted. Then, Bart, for the first time, had an orgasm, and couldn't believe how good it felt. It almost hurt, it felt so good.
"Oooohhhh Bart, that was excellent!" the lustful teacher moaned. "You learn quickly, I think your grade just went from an 'F' to an 'A.'"
"Thank you Mrs. Krabopple, that was awesome!"
"C'mon Bart, I'll give you a ride home."
"Actually, my parents think I'm sleeping over at Millhouse's tonight, I'll just call him, tell him that I got grounded, and I'll stay here, for some more fun."
That night, Bart and his teacher fucked for hours. Over and over, Bart emptied his little ball sack into Mrs. Krabopple. In one night, his grade went from a "D" to an "A."
Episode 2 is soon to come. | 2 |
1,468 | Simpsons Episode V: Homer Gets Revenge | "Marge, how could you do that? You committed incest!" Homer whined.
"Well," Marge reasoned, "it was an accident. You see, he kind of thought that I was coming on to him and I well, uhmmmmm." And she sighed in that way that only Marge can.
Homer thought to himself: "She gets to have sex with a young boy, whose youth and energy are far beyond mine. I can tell that she really enjoyed that fuck, and I don't think I can match it. But, I'll have my revenge!"
"Home-ee, are you okay? I don't think I've ever seen you think that hard."
"Very funny, Marge. We'll see who has the last laugh!" And Homer got up and left.
Meanwhile, Bart had just left the Flanders' house after three hours of passionate sex. And the video camera was about to capture some more. He left it on the bed table, taping Rod and Todd fuck their mother. Of course, they didn't know they were doing anything bad, and she was too horny to protest.
In the bedroom, the lights were off, the windows were open, but it was twilight outside... Naughty time! Rod said to his mother, in his sweetest voice, "Mother dear, I want to put my penis in that hairy thing of yours, just like Bart did. He seemed to enjoy himself, and I think I will too." Maud spread her legs, exposing more of her large brown patch of fur. No thought of doubt ever entered her mind. She didn't care that these were her children, she didn't care that they were too young, she didn't care that she was married, she wanted more passionate sex, and she was going to get it, no matter what it took.
Unfortunately, the two young boys had no idea what to do. After all, they didn't have a mentor like Bart did (see Simpsons Episode I: Bart and an Older Woman). Rod jumped onto his mother, stuck his little erect dick into his mother, and started bouncing around. "How could he be so stupid?" thought Maud. Rod was bouncing his arms, he was bouncing his head, he was bouncing his chest, he was bouncing his legs, he was bouncing everything except his dick. His three-incher, which in no way filled Maud, was completely stationary.
"Honey," complained Maud, "you're doing it all wrong. Untie me and I'll teach you two how to help mommy enjoy herself."
Back at the Simpson home, it was seven-thirty, Marge took Maggie with her to go shopping, Bart was spanking off in his room, and Lisa was practicing the saxophone. Homer had the downstairs all to himself. He began to set up his revenge. He began by closing the curtains and turning the lights down low. Then he turned on some "smooth guy" music. Then he walked over to the couch but tripped over the rug and fell flat on his face. "Doh!" After that, he folded out the couch into a bed. Homer walked up the stairs and gently knocked on his daughter's door.
"What is it, Dad?" Lisa moaned angrily. She hated being interrupted while playing the sax. Even Bart had the common courtesy not to do that. But the real reason she loved the sax wasn't for the music. She figured out, when she first started playing, that if you turn the bottom part of the instrument around and place it right on your pussy, the vibrations were ecstasy.
"Uhmm, Honey, Lisa, I've got a surprise for you downstairs. Could I interrupt you for a moment so you could come see it?"
"Can't it wait, Dad?" mumbled Lisa. "Geez," she thought, "I'm just about to explode!!!"
"No, honey, you've got to see this right now, before Mom gets home," Homer replied in his nicest fatherly voice.
"Oh my God, you got me a pony without asking Mom, and you want me to become attached to it before she gets home, so we don't have to return it!" screamed Lisa at the top of her lungs, all in one breath. With that, she burst out of her room and hugged her Dad.
"Uhmm, no, honey, that's not it."
"What else could it be?" asked Lisa.
And to that, Homer replied, "It's the best feeling you'll ever feel in your life. Come downstairs right now." Homer grabbed his daughter and rushed downstairs. He threw her on the sofa bed and said, "Okay, I want to show you something." Homer wasn't a very romantic guy, but he was doing his best. He reached down his pants and pulled out his unusually small dick, for a grown man anyway. At three and a half inches hard, he was pretty embarrassed about it. He never used public bathrooms and never ever changed in a locker room. But his daughter had never seen a dick before, and to her, it was enormous (or so he thought). Then, Homer completely stripped. He sat down next to her on the bed and thought for a while.
"We are going to do some stuff that you are going to enjoy a lot, just trust me." Lisa, however, just sat there wide-eyed, trying to comprehend the situation. Then Homer said it, "Lisa, take off your clothes, we're going to fuck."
At that very moment, a Maud Flanders was riding Rod. Behind her, up her ass, was Todd, who was pumping in and out like a little piston. Then, all of a sudden, Maud stopped. Beads of sweat dripped down her glistening body. Rod and Todd frowned at her in disappointment. Their faces seemed to say, "What is the problem?" The problem was that neither of them were reaching into her enough. Quickly, she took Rod's sweaty, hairless ballsack and stuck that in her pussy too. Then the threesome continued their fuck-fest. Liquids spurted out everywhere, their sweat had made a damp spot on the bed, and just before all three of them were about to come to a smashing orgasm, they heard a whistle.
"Howdilly Doodilly family, I'm back early! Now gee gosh golly, where are you three?" Maud, Rod, and Todd jumped up, dried themselves off, threw on some clothes, and rushed down to meet Ned.
Ned exclaimed, "Ted, Todd, why are you two out of breath, and Maud, your hair, it looks uhmmm..."
"Disheveled?" Maud said, finishing his sentence.
"Yeah, why?" Ned questioned.
Rod started, "Well, Mommy and me and Todd we were all..."
"Taking a jog, yeah, and that's why we're all out of breath," Maud cut in.
"Well, good for you! By the way, Maud, I've got a special surprise for you!"
Meanwhile, at the Simpsons household, Lisa's mouth was wrapped around Homer's cock, sucking as hard as her little lungs let her. Of course, she wasn't very good or very neat, but to Homer, it felt great. He reached down and placed his hand over her hairless little pussy. First, he stuck a finger in and played around a little, then another finger, then another, until Lisa could barely breathe due to the excitement.
"Lie down," Homer commanded. "Now, spread your knees apart," and Lisa complied. Her hands were behind her back, her feet were together, a smile was on her face, and her vertical smile was completely exposed. He opened it a little with his fingers and said to her, "This is going to hurt quite a bit, but once the pain is gone, it will be pure enjoyment."
Homer positioned his dick at her entrance. He slowly pushed in and reached her cherry. "Ready, honey?" he warned, and she nodded. Then Homer pulled back and forcefully slammed into his little daughter.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Lisa screamed in sheer pain. But Homer kept on pumping. "Honey, calm down, you'll be okay," Homer panted between breaths. But Lisa continued to scream. Homer couldn't stop, though. Even if he could, he wouldn't want to stop. He hadn't ever broken in a virgin, and hadn't ever fucked a girl so tight. It was even tighter than Marge's ass! Lisa's screams kept up, but they were slowly transforming from screams of pain to screams of passion. The two of them were grunting like pigs. Lisa began to lift her pelvis to meet her father's thrusts. She wanted more in her, she needed more meat in her, her pussy was itching deep, and she needed more.
Finally, she came, and her milking action induced Homer to cum as well. They heard the car door close, so they quickly folded up the sofa-bed, put on their clothes, and turned on the TV. Marge and Maggie walked in, knowing in full what had gone on. In actuality, Marge never left the house; she just watched through the crack between the curtains the entire event.
Find out next time what happens when Marge confronts Homer about the escapades with Lisa, and find out what Ned's special surprise is in Simpsons Episode VI: Convincing the Wife.
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1,469 | Simpsons Episode VI: Convincing the Wife | "Well, it's 7:30, time for bed, kids," Ned Flanders happily said. Maud rolled her eyes. The two young boys quietly complained, but Ned interrupted, "If you want Bible stories, get ready for bed now," and the two boys ran off, in hopes that they would get extra Bible stories. Once again, Maud rolled her eyes. As the boys brushed their teeth, Ned began to whisper to his wife: "I've been thinking, and I'd like to treat you to some fun tonight, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I'm worn out, I don't know if I can take another ramming," Maud thought. The truth was that although Ned rarely had sex (only two times in his life), he had a huge cock. Ten inches should never go to waste! The most unusual part, however, was its amazing girth. The unused penis was at least the thickness of his leg when it was hard.
Ned went up to read his children Bible stories. While he was gone, Maud's mind raced, trying to figure out a way to convince Ned not to have sex. She'd never had to do this before!
Meanwhile, back at the Simpson household, Marge and Homer were in a vicious argument. Marge had just caught Homer "breaking in" their daughter. Homer claimed, "If you can do it, so can I!" [See Simpsons Episode II]
Marge quickly retorted: "That was different, it was an accident, and besides, two wrongs don't make a right!"
Then, Homer shouted, "DOH!" because he knew he had been beaten. As always, Marge won the argument because Homer wasn't so smart. But, the strange silence was broken when they heard their dog, Santa's Little Helper, yelp.
The two angry adults ran into the kitchen and found a scene which can only be described as bizarre. Maggie had evidently lost her pacifier, and for a replacement, used the dog's big red pecker. Homer and Marge stood in awe. With so much sucking practice, Maggie quickly induced Santa's Little Helper's orgasm. Homer and Marge watched their baby daughter guzzle down spurt after spurt of dog cum.
Homer broke the silence: "I want some of that!" Marge instantly feared that her husband would devirginize this daughter as well, and screamed out "No!" But, it was too late. Homer ran over to Maggie and quickly picked her up. Surprisingly though, Homer put her down and planted his lips around the dog's dick. He sucked ferociously, but the mutt wouldn't produce any more magic juice. "Doh!" Homer screamed, and then said "His schlong's bigger than mine too! Doh!"
Marge asked in absurdity, "Homer, what was all that about?"
"I read in a book that doggie cum is good for you."
"What book?"
In embarrassment, Homer replied, "I think it was called the '100 Most Stupid Things Ever Said.' Doh!"
Back at the Flanders's house, Maud was avoiding the subject of sex. How could she refuse him, she had been begging for months now? Ned at about eight-thirty said, "Honey, I'm very sorry that I had to go away, and I want to repay you with something you've been asking for, for months now, and we better start soon because our bedtime is in half an hour."
That's another thing. Ned Flanders imposed a bedtime on himself and his wife: 9:00 pm, and that was only on weekends! Anyway, Maud started to worry, she didn't want to have to go through with this, her pussy ached from the earlier ramming.
Ned began again, "So, as a present, I've decided to do something for you that I know you'll love."
Maud thought again, "Why now, why not any other night?"
"C'mon upstairs, honey, we're gonna have a great time!" Maud slowly inched up the stairs. When they finally got to the bedroom, she noticed that the lights were dim, the bed was made, and there were flowers everywhere. (How did he have time to do this?)
Ned, while holding something behind his back, said in a very seductive voice, "Maud, I have a special treat here, do you want to see it?"
Apathetically, Maud replied, "Whatever."
With that, Ned whipped out a pint of Ben and Jerry's and said, "Surprise, I know that you wanted some ice cream, and I thought we'd make it a special treat in bed. I couldn't figure out why you were so unhappy to find out what the surprise was though."
Relieved, yet a little disappointed that Ned wasn't planning to have sex, Maud replied with a grin, "Oh, sorry, dear, I was tired, this is a great present, thank you so very much!"
Back at the Simpson's household, Homer and Marge were talking.
"Homer, not only was that disgusting, but it was also stupid, what were you thinking?" Homer started to say something, but trailed off. Marge, deciding that Homer had enough verbal bashing for the night, changed the subject. "Home-ie, I was thinking, we have to have a talk, you and I and the kids about sex. We can't let them go around talking about sex with their parents, we'll get arrested."
"Great," Homer replied, "that's so good of you to talk to the kids!"
"Homer, we will both talk to them, and it has to be done right now, let's go up there and have a chat. First, you talk to Bart, and I'll talk to Lisa, then we'll join, and have a family talk, without Maggie, of course."
"Oh, okay," said Homer, and with that, the two parents went upstairs to talk to their children. When Homer opened the door to Bart's room, though, he could not believe what he saw! | 2 |
1,529 | Class Project | "Was it worth it, Young Man?" The judge stared down at me from his raised desk, his gaunt face reminding me of some of the monsters on the old Friday night creature features.
I knew what I had to do.
Lord knows, I'd had enough practice.
Just let my face go slack and slowly drop my head until I was looking at my toes. Fidget a little, scuff my right foot a couple times, then say "No, sir," letting my voice break a little between words.
* * *
It had been a pretty normal day. But then, almost nothing ever happens at Barkin Middle School.
Fifth period: my least favorite class, but also the one I looked forward to the most. It was enough to give me one of those split personalities they're always talking about on the crime shows.
It was my least favorite because it was reading.
I looked forward to it because it was my only class with Kimmy.
You see, Kimmy's a sixth grader. And reading is a sixth-grade class, but I'm in seventh. I know I have some trouble reading, but I still couldn't believe my parents and Mr. Ball, the principal, stuck me in this class.
Like usual, I waited till just before the bell rang, then slipped into the room. Chad was right behind me. It's worse for him. He's in eighth.
Mr. McCoy wasn't in the room yet, so as I got to Kimmy I stopped and kissed her. I would have given her thigh a squeeze--I usually do--but she was sitting in a desk chair that made that awkward.
DJ was in the desk next to her and giggled. She usually did. She stopped when Chad leaned down and kissed her.
Chad and I grinned at each other, then continued to the back of the room. At least there weren't enough desk chairs and we got to sit in regular seats.
The bell rang, and the eleven sixth graders, Chad, and I all tried to look like we wanted to be here.
Mr. McCoy still didn't come in.
He was usually late. He taught most of his classes in the high school. The middle school was at one end of the building and the high school at the other, separated by the main gymnasium. But he usually beat the bell.
"I'm sorry I'm late, I got stuck..." Timmy Gibler was saying as he walked in. "Nobody's here," he said, slipping into a desk in the front of the classroom.
I would have been insulted if I hadn't known he meant a teacher.
"Mr. McCoy's late again," Janice Rand said unnecessarily.
Timmy turned in his seat to look at Janice, who was sitting in front of me. "I saw Mr. McCoy going into the assembly with the high school. I figured we had a sub."
"Maybe they forgot about us," Bobby Reavers said.
"Maybe they did," Kimmy said with a huge grin. She got up and walked back to me. "Any idea how we can pass the time?" she said, standing over me.
"We could read our next chapter."
"Like that's going to happen." She sat across my legs and kissed me, hard.
"You just going to sit there and let me do all the work?" she asked when she broke away a minute later.
"Sounds good to me." Sometime during the kiss Chad had gained a lap ornament of his own, and his hand roamed DJ's ass as she planted kisses around his face.
I glanced at the door. Timmy had closed it when he came in. I figured we'd hear the knob and Kimmy could jump up in time. I kissed her, my hand going to the soft but firm mound over her heart.
"Get a room," Janice complained a minute later.
"Better yet, move to the front. I'm getting a crick in my neck," Mark Lester added.
I started to make a sarcastic comment about what Mark could do with his neck when Kimmy stood, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet. "Timmy, be a lookout," she said as she led me to the teacher's desk.
"Not me."
"Do a good job and I'll let you feel me up."
'Why the hell isn't someone that fast on the track team?' I thought as Timmy looked out the window. Like all the classrooms in the middle school, ours had a window about the size of a paperback book. The doors in the high school were solid wood, though I wasn't sure what the school meant by that.
"Clear."
Kimmy leaned me back against the desk, then molded herself to me. My hands found natural resting places on the cheeks of her ass. The denim of her jeans would have left a lot to my imagination if my memory didn't know her soft skin so well.
Our lookout was watching us more than the hall, but I figured, what the hell? At most, if I got caught, I'd get suspended a couple of days for making out. Mom would have a cow, but Dad would give me an attaboy when he thought she wasn't listening.
I became aware of heavy breathing, and from the corner of my eye I saw that Chad and DJ had joined us. Then Kimmy's hand moved between our bodies and cupped the crotch of my jeans. Damn! I was getting a hand job in class in the middle of the day. I love school.
Kimmy's fingers found my zipper and started pulling it down.
In the back of my mind I knew I should worry about something, but Kimmy's hand wormed into my fly, wrapped around the big guy through my underwear, and squeezed. I had trouble thinking.
Kimmy's tongue slipped from my mouth, and she glanced at our lookout.
Timmy blushed, then looked out the window. "Clear. Hall's empty."
Kimmy kissed my chin, then my Adam's apple. Her hand released the Big Guy. She kissed the top of my chest. Her hand wormed back out of my jeans. I realized that Kimmy was getting smaller, but couldn't remember why that was significant.
Kimmy was kissing the top of my stomach, teasing it with her tongue. I didn't even remember her unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands were fumbling with my belt and the snap of my jeans. I tried to think. There was a reason I should stop her, but I couldn't remember why. Next to me, I could see Chad's tongue as it moved in DJ's mouth.
Kimmy licked my belly button as her hand plunged into both the top of my pants and my underwear. One cupped my balls while the other encircled the Big Guy. I moaned and someone giggled.
I knew that was an important clue, someone giggling, but then Kimmy dropped to her knees, pulling my jeans and underwear down with her. I could feel her warm breath on my cock and the Big Guy, freed of its confinement, stood up straight and proud.
For several seconds we stayed like that, Kimmy just breathing on my rod. She knew I loved that. Then her tongue flashed out and teased my pisshole. "Oh, God," I groaned, looking down at her. She smiled up at me, then her mouth engulfed the Big Guy.
"Fuck yes." I looked next to me. Chad was pushing DJ down to her knees. DJ wasn't as aggressive as Kimmy, but she got the idea and was working his fly.
I grinned and enjoyed the sensations that were building in my cock.
"Go, Kimmy, go!"
Hailey's shout brought me back to the real world. I looked around. Twenty eyes stared at us. Timmy had his cock out and was stroking it. The other five guys in class were rubbing themselves through their pants. I noticed that Hailey's hand was busy under her short skirt, then I exploded.
I'd been stroking the back of Kimmy's head, but now I reached back for the edge of the desk to steady myself as rope after rope of hot cum pumped out of my balls and down Kimmy's throat.
"Oh, God." I didn't know who said it, or even if it was a boy or a girl.
Kimmy sucked my shrinking cock as she pulled her head back and released it. "My turn," she said huskily as she stood and reached for her own zipper.
I couldn't believe it as she pushed her jeans and my favorite pair of candy cane panties down her legs, exposing herself to the whole class. I mean, I had an excuse. By the time her hand was on my cock, I didn't have a working brain cell in my head.
She pulled me forward until I was standing upright again, then pushed me down to my knees.
What the hell? I'd just gotten a blow job. How many more days can they suspend me for muff diving? I pressed my face forward into her pussy, my tongue pushing past her lips as soon as it made contact.
Chad had grabbed DJ's ears and was pulling her forward as he came in her mouth.I'm not an exhibitionist or anything, but the idea of all those eyes watching excited me as I ran my tongue the length of her slit. I felt Kimmy shudder. I knew how much she loved the feeling of a tongue.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk..."
I pulled back and looked for the source of the interruption. Hailey was bucking in her chair, the front of her skirt fluttering as her hand moved faster and faster. My cock hardened as I watched, then Kimmy pulled me back to her crotch. I kissed her several times and then stood, turning her so that she leaned against the desk. My cock had come back to full attention, and I leaned forward, kissing her and guiding it into her tight wet pussy.
"He's in her!"
I always liked Janice. She had a talent for stating the obvious.
I drove forward, hard. I knew I wouldn't last and wanted to get Kimmy off quickly. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, deeper and deeper. I thrust again and again, forgetting all about our audience, about school, about everything. There was just my cock and her cunt.
I felt the explosion building.
"I'm close," she whispered, and I willed myself to hold on, to last until she was over the edge.
I thrust again, the desk rocking under my assault.
"Yeah. I'm... I'm..."
I never learned what she was 'cause I exploded. The feelings from my cock blotted out everything.
It must have been a couple of minutes when I realized that Hailey and the girl next to her, Felicia, were clapping.
Oh fuck! I'd just gotten it on with Kimmy right in front of the whole class, and somebody could have come in any time. Especially with Timmy, our world-class lookout who was watching us with a stupid grin on his face, a limp dick in his hand and a small pool of cream at his feet.
I pulled up my underwear, then my jeans and fastened my belt. Then I dressed Kimmy. She was a little wobbly, but she always was after a good orgasm. As I fastened her jeans, she whispered, "You and me after school, stud."
I grinned and nodded.
"Maybe DJ too. Chad's got basketball."
My cock jerked, even after two cums. The thought of Kimmy and her best friend together.
I guided Kimmy back to her desk, not looking anyone in the eye. Except Hailey. Her, I'd have to get to know better.
DJ was already back in her desk, and as I sat down in the back, Chad and Timmy seemed to realize they were standing in front of the class with their dicks hanging out. Both of them stuffed their goodies back in their pants, and Timmy wiped the pool of cum with his shoe. They were heading back toward their desks when the bell rang.
I breathed a sigh of relief. We'd gotten away with it.
Too bad this wasn't sex ed. I could have gotten extra credit for a class project.
I thought we were free and clear. But Bobby Reavers told his big brother about it. He told his friends, and within a day, the story was all over school. I kept expecting the P.A. to come alive and summon me to Mr. Ball's office. But when the sheriff walked into reading three days later, I couldn't believe it. He ordered me to stand, then quoted me my rights just like on Law and Order while he fastened handcuffs behind my back. He did the same to Chad, Kimmy, and DJ. Even Timmy, something about being an accomplice.
"Wellll?" the judge prompted, impatiently.
I looked him straight in the eye and grinned. "Hell, yes. | 4 |
1,539 | The Bet | "Mr. Carlyle, can I talk to you?" Tim Carlyle was just leaving the teacher's lounge on his way to the gym, it was his turn to supervise the somewhat boisterous play that went on there during lunch. Miss Benson had the football field and Jack Rondee was watching the front lawn. He turned to see who was calling him.
"Please, it's important." Monique Benson was saying. The sixth grader had such a pleading look on her face it would have been hard to say no even if he'd wanted to. "Sure Monique, what's on your mind?" he asked.
"Not here. In private," she whined.
"Well, I can't leave the gym right now," He said, but looked around, "but we can go up on the stage. No one is up there and I can watch and still listen to you and it'll be private."
But not too private he thought, thinking of a dozen male teachers who were now flipping burgers at Wendy's because they got too private with their female students. He'd been teaching sixth grade at Winston Churchill middle school in Watermelon Mountain, Idaho since getting out of college two years ago and really didn't want a career change. Wendy's does not give you summers off with pay.
They got to the apron of the stage and he lifted Monique up, being careful not to touch anything but her waist. Then he took two steps back, ran and hopped onto the stage himself. He used to run track in college and was still in pretty good shape. Monique and the teacher moved back against the curtains, "What's the problem, Monique?"
"Well, it's about a bet I made with Lisa Jenkins."
"You do know that gambling is against school rules?" Tim Carlyle reminded her and she nodded. He was a cool teacher and she knew he wouldn't do anything about it. He would remind kids of the rules, he would make sure they knew the potential consequences of breaking the rules, he tried to make kids see the reason for the rules, but unless someone was getting hurt, he wouldn't turn them in or punish them. Though there were a couple of eighth graders he'd fantasized about spanking.
"You know if Mr. Taylor finds out about the bet, you could get in a lot of trouble." John Taylor had been the principal at Winston Churchill for the last eight years.
Monique giggled. "If Mr. Taylor finds out about this bet, it won't be gambling I'll get in trouble for," she stated enigmatically.
"What's the problem?" he repeated.
"You know Lisa's new coat?"
The teacher nodded. He knew the coat she was talking about. Lisa had been wearing a mid-length black leather coat to school the last two weeks that probably cost more than the '92 Honda he drove.
"She bet me it."
Mr. Carlyle looked surprised "I can't believe that she'd bet that coat. Her parents would kill her if she lost it."
"Not her parents, they'd never even notice. Her dad's too busy running for the senate and her mom's trying to fuck her way through college. Watermelon Mountain had a small private college just outside of town."
"Monique," He said sternly.
"What? I used the word correctly. It's a verb, not an adverb or an adjective."
"Still..."
"You know it's true." Actually, he did know. Lisa's mom did not discriminate against guys who'd been out of college for a couple of years. She was the best fuck he'd ever had, and one of the reasons Lisa was going to pass history this term.
"What about the bet?" he asked again. "What did you bet?"
"I have to be Lisa's slave for a week."
"Can you afford to lose?" he asked, thinking it was a pretty harmless wager.
"It's not a problem," she answered, then reconsidered, "not a big problem anyway."
"So why are we talking?" the teacher asked, puzzled.
"It's the bet itself. I'm not sure I should."
"What's the bet?"
"I need to fuck..." she smiled at the young teacher, "excuse me, have intercourse with the geek brigade before the end of seventh period." She said, then added under her breath, "plus one."
The geek brigade were five students who definitely were geeks. Tom was an eighth grader, Vince was in seventh, and Tony, Arnold, and Barry were in sixth. They were all tall and gangly. Couldn't throw a football or baseball to save their lives. Tom had a real bad case of acne but the others weren't too bad.
"You have to fuck the geek brigade?" Tim Carlyle repeated.
"Mr. Carlyle," Monique said in mock severity.
Tim Carlyle looked at the young girl. She was eleven, no twelve he reminded himself, she'd had a birthday just after Halloween. She was average height for a sixth grader. Thin but not skinny. Her body was just starting to change and she was growing curves in the right places and breasts that had spouted to about the size of tennis balls. Her hair was a golden blonde, cut short, just above her shoulders, her skin was clear. In short, she was about as beautiful as a twelve-year-old girl could be. Today she was wearing a white turtleneck with no bra that really showed off her growing tits, and a black mini-skirt that showed off her long tan legs.
Tim swallowed and tried to start again. "You can't be serious?"
"What's the big deal. It's just sex."
"You're too young," he stammered. "You're a virgin."
"Get real," she laughed. "There aren't more than a handful of virgins in your class, and I'm certainly not one of them." She smiled demurely, "I had this boy babysitter when I was nine, and things just got interesting."
"But you can't fuck boys in school," he sputtered.
"I already did Tom," she said, pointing to the other side of the gym. Tom was sitting on the floor against the far wall, looking dazed and confused. Tom had figured he'd lose his virginity after college if at all, and suddenly the prettiest girl in the sixth grade had pulled him into a janitor's closet, dropped to her knees and sucked his cock until it was hard, and then shoved it into her pussy. Tom kept wondering if today was just one of his fantasies, but longer.
Tim was totally confused. First because he didn't think girls were supposed to act this way, especially twelve-year-old girls. Sure guys were horny all the time, but girls. And she was a nice girl too. But mostly he was confused about why she was telling him this.
"Well, uh, I mean, uh, umm. I don't..." he tried to speak.
"Mr. Carlyle, you're blushing," She said, amused.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I was hoping you'd help."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. As you can see I've already started, so you can't save me from the horrors of sex," she said, barely keeping a straight face. "I understand the consequences, but I'm determined to go through with it. You can't stop me, but you can minimize the trauma of getting caught."
"What do you want?"
"Our class has P.E. next. When you take everybody else, you could leave Tony, Arnold, and Barry, and me of course to work on a special project," Monique explained.
"That's ridiculous. I won't do it."
"Oh well, I'll just find another way," she said sweetly, walked to the end of the stage and jumped down.
Tim Carlyle watched her walk away, her short skirt bouncing against her ass cheeks. He was thinking maybe it was time for another counseling session with Lisa's mom after school. He looked across the gym at Tom, wondering if the kid was still breathing. Well, if he wasn't, at least he died happy.
The bell rang and most of the kids ran for the door. Mr. Carlyle had to shoo a few along their way, then he pulled Tom to his feet and pointed the dazed young man toward his next class, which was chemistry. Tim wondered if the school was safe having Tom in this state around chemicals. He shook his head and walked down the hall to his classroom.
In the class, only a couple of students were sitting down, most were standing in small groups talking and waiting for their teacher.As he stepped into the room, he called for their attention. "Okay, boys, line up. The nine boys lined up at the door with only a minimum of pushing. "Girls." The nineteen girls lined up quietly. He looked them over quickly, trying not to be too obvious. They were all pretty. Monique had said only a handful were virgins, which meant most of them were used to having cocks stuck into their tiny little pussies. He wondered which were which. Then he tried to push those thoughts out of his head.
"Monique, you can stay and work on your project." Monique stepped out of line. "Barry, you, Tony, and Arnold can help her." Oh well, thought the teacher, none of them liked P.E. anyway, and maybe this would be good for them. Hell, she'd get more exercise out of them than he would. In the line, Lisa looked mad.
"Okay, class, as we pass through the hall, Mr. Taylor has requested that we try to sound less like a thundering herd of buffalo." He motioned them to start, and the line trailed out the door. Lisa was last, giving Monique a dirty look, then he followed her, shutting and locking the door, and wondering if Lisa fucked as good as her mother.
In the classroom, the boys looked confused but grateful that they didn't have to do P.E. Monique told the boys to line up against the blackboard, and they did. "Boys..." she started her prepared speech, "the school board has decided to try a new policy in trying to make geeks, excuse me, intellectually gifted young men..." she giggled, "more well-rounded."
As she paced in front of the three boys, they watched her every move. All three had many sexual fantasies about this girl and all the others in class too. "They believe that a well-rounded genius..." they all grinned at being called a genius, "is fulfilled on a physical level as well as a mental one." A trap, they thought together. Somebody had decided they needed more exercise. "On the physical level, they think you would benefit from both sports and sex." Sex, they thought, had she really said sex? "Therefore, they've asked me to give you sexual fulfillment, and to..." Sexual, she'd said sexual, the boys looked at each other, then back at Monique. "Encourage you toward sports. If you earn a school letter in any sport between now and the end of eighth grade, there will be further sexual fulfillment. Now, please drop your pants."
Monique stopped pacing and looked at them. The boys were stunned. The school board wanted them to be sexually fulfilled. Watermelon Mountain had always had a progressive school system, but they never expected this. The prettiest girl in class was going to give them all hand jobs. Barry was the first. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor around his ankles. Tony and Arnold were next. The three boys stood in their underwear, wondering what was going to happen next.
Monique tried not to laugh. Barry was wearing Spider-Man underoos, Arnold was in polka dot boxers, and Tony in leopard briefs. She wished she had a camera. "Please remove the underwear," she asked nicely. The three boys raced to push down their shorts and show the pretty young girl their equipment. Monique was pleasantly surprised; all three were already hard, of course, but none of them had really small dicks. Tony and Arnold had about average-sized three-inch cocks, and Barry's was a respectable, for a twelve-year-old, four inches.
"Please lay on the floor on your backs," Monique instructed, and the boys waddled, their pants and underwear wrapped around their ankles, out away from the wall and laid down. Monique reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, then walked over to Tony and straddled his hips. She started to squat, and as she got close, she reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it at her pussy. Tony could not believe the sensation as she touched his cock; no one had ever touched it before. Then he realized that she was pushing him into her pussy. She was going to fuck them. His cock entered her pussy, and she squatted down until she was sitting on him. Tony spasmed and shot his load deep into her stomach.
Monique sighed and stood up, some of the semen dripping back onto Tony's crotch. She walked over to Arnold and straddled his hips, and as she lowered herself onto him, he arched his back, and she realized he was going to blow. She grabbed his cock and pushed it into her pussy and sat on him, feeling his sperm rush into her. She stood up, dripping a mixture of Tony and Arnold's cum, and moved to Barry.
Barry had thought he was gay. A number of eighth graders bullied or paid him for blowjobs, and he really didn't mind. Tom kept asking if he could fuck Barry in the ass, and Barry had decided to let him. But watching this beautiful girl fuck his friends decided him that he was straight. Very, very straight. Tom and Vince were never going to believe this.
Monique straddled Barry just as he decided he was straight, and he blew, sperm jetting out of his cock. Monique looked down in disgust. When Barry finished, Monique knelt on his side and held his cock at the base, leaned down, and kissed it. Barry couldn't believe his eyes. She was giving him his first blowjob. Her lips wrapped around his cock, and he felt her tongue tease his pisshole. Barry started getting hard again.
Monique worked on him until he was completely erect, then swung her knee over him and straddled him. She rose up on her knees, then reached under her skirt and eased him into position. Then she sat down with the boy firmly inside of her. She wondered if she might get a good fuck out of this and started lifting herself up and down on the stiff cock, but it only lasted five strokes.
Monique stood up, letting the limp cock slide out of her pussy. She shook her head; this bet was zero fun. She walked back to her desk, looking at the clock, she saw that she'd only taken eight minutes to fuck the three boys. A prostitute would be proud of an assembly line like that. She thought about going down to P.E., but decided to stay and work on her English essay instead. She wiped her pussy with Kleenex, put her panties back on, and sat down at her desk.
The boys lay on the floor and panted.
When Tim Carlyle led the class back into the room, Monique was sitting sweetly at her desk, writing in her notebook, and the three boys were sitting at their desks by the window, staring into space. He glanced at Lisa, and she was definitely an unhappy little girl. Monique smiled at her.
Math was next, and though Tim had trouble concentrating on multiplying and dividing fractions, the class went well. The three geeks didn't say a word, which forced a few other students to answer questions and explain the work.
The bell rang, and the students poured out of the classroom and into the halls. They had a ten-minute break before their next class, and their next class was music, so Tim had a free period. Tim leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and pictured Monique fucking the three boys, he didn't realize that none of them had even seen her pussy.
The bell rang for the next period, and Tim sighed. Forty-five minutes of peace and quiet, then one period of English, and he was done for the day. He still wanted to call Lisa's mom about a counseling session.
"Mr. Carlyle?"
Tim opened his eyes and jerked upright. Monique was standing to the side of the desk. Tim noticed that his classroom door was closed. That was a no-no when a teacher and student were alone.
Monique giggled, "I didn't mean to scare you," she apologized.
"I guess I was daydreaming," he muttered. "You're supposed to be in music."
"I wanted to talk to you about the bet."
"I really don't want to hear any more about this bet," he proclaimed.
"Please," she pleaded.
"What?"
"I just need to do two more things to win. I've gone this far, can't you help?"
Tim couldn't believe that he'd helped this much and now she wanted more.
Monique sat on his lap and looked up at him with the puppy-dog eyes that young girls are so good at. "Please, I just need two more things to win."
"You shouldn't sit on a teacher's lap," Tim said, but made no move to push her off. "Two things? I thought all you had to do was fuck Vince?"
"Well, there's one more tiny thing," she said, laying her head on his chest. Tim wanted to touch her ripe breasts and caress her tight ass, but he was trying to control himself.
"What?"
"I also have to fuck a teacher," she announced and grabbed the bulge in his pants. "You'll like it, I promise."
"You can't be serious," he stammered.
"I'm very serious," she said, taking his hand and guiding it under her skirt to her bare pussy. She'd taken off her panties before coming in; they were in pretty sad shape anyway. "I want that coat." Tim's hand started rubbing the lightly furred little pussy all by itself. Monique pulled her shirt up over her tits and pulled her teacher's face down onto her nipple. "Besides..." she added, "Lisa's a lez, and I really don't want to be her slave for a week."
Monique was pulling down his zipper. Tim knew he should stop her, but as his cotton-covered cock leaped out of his fly, he knew he wasn't going to. He pushed Monique off his lap and stood up. He leaned the young girl against his desk and lifted her skirt, revealing her tight ass. He fondled it with one hand as he undid his belt and dropped his pants and underwear with the other.
Holding his cock in his hand, he guided it between the preteen's legs. She reached down and guided it into her pussy. "Oh, Mr. Carlyle, that feels so good," she moaned. "The most I got out of the geek brigade was five strokes." Tim plunged in and out of her, and she was the first to cum, though he wasn't far behind her. He fell back into his chair, the young girl still attached to his limp cock.
"Mr. Carlyle, that was wonderful. Can we do again someday?"
"If you're good.""About that B I'm getting in English?"
"Hard work will turn it into an A."
"Just a thought," she said with a pout. "Will you help with Vince?"
Tim was almost jealous at the thought but agreed. "What do you need?"
"He helps you sometimes. If you get him out of class, he and I could go to your storage room and I'd win the bet."
"We'll see. But first you need to take care of teacher's little problem."
"It's not a little problem anymore, Mr. Carlyle," she laughed. "It's growing."
And indeed Tim's erection was coming back to life and was still buried in Monique's pussy. Monique squirmed around so that she was facing Tim with her knees on either side of his legs. She started fucking him while he sat. He was thinking about the other eighteen girls in his class. Monique could tell him which ones weren't virgins, and he could counsel them. Monique had said that Lisa was a lesbian, maybe he could counsel her first. A picture flashed into his mind of a three-way with Lisa and her mom. The mental picture pushed him over the edge, and he erupted into Monique's pussy.
He pulled the girl off him, cleaned himself with Kleenex from the desk, and dressed. Then he wrote her a note to get Vince out of his class and gave her a key to the hallway door to his storage closet. Monique had cleaned herself up, and he noticed she hadn't put panties back on.
The bell rang, and a few minutes later, his class came noisily back in. Monique had already left on her errand. Monique got to Vince's classroom and timidly knocked on the door. An eighth-grade girl opened it, and Monique walked to the front of the class and gave Mrs. Hammond the note. She read it and said, "No problem."
She looked up at her class and said, "Vince, would you go with this young lady to Mr. Carlyle's class? He needs some help today." Vince stood, not looking surprised, and followed Monique out of the room. He still wasn't surprised when Monique stopped one door before Mr. Carlyle's room and opened the door to Mr. Carlyle's storage room. He followed her in.
"I need..."
"I know what you need," he said and reached under her skirt and caressed her pussy. Monique couldn't believe how good his fingers felt as they explored her mound. Then he dropped to his knees, lifted her skirt, and started licking around the outside of her pussy lips, his tongue every now and then teasing her by darting inside and back out.
He found her clitoris and started sucking it and teasing it with his tongue as well. Then, as she thought she couldn't take anymore, he stabbed his tongue deep into her cunt. Monique arched her back and let out a long moan as the orgasm took her. And still, he worked her cunt with his tongue. Monique collapsed back against a bookshelf.
Vince stood and undid his belt. Then, without undoing his fly, he pushed his pants and underwear down and let them drop around his ankles. His cock was a bit more than four inches, but it was erect and ready. He stepped up to her and kissed her. A long, soulful kiss as his tongue explored her mouth, even playing with the tooth that needed a new filling.
One hand grabbed her ass and pulled her hips forward as the other guided his stiff cock deep into her cunt. He stroked smoothly and deeply. Monique thought he'd cum quickly like the other geeks, but he kept pounding his four inches into her. Monique felt her second orgasm building, and he kept filling her with his cock. Monique started to cry out with orgasm, but he again covered her mouth with his, smothering her cries. Then he let go, and orgasm swept over him too. Inside the young girl, their juices merged together.
A minute later, Vince pulled out of her and pulled up his jeans.
Monique watched him and muttered, "That was incredible. That was the best fuck I've ever had."
"Good," he said simply, straightening his shirt.
"When I tell some friends about this, you're going to get very popular."
"Don't," he said sharply.
"You don't want to be popular?" Monique asked in confusion.
"Not for providing stud service," he answered. "There's more to life than that. There's more to me than that."
"I don't understand."
"I'm not surprised. Just tell Lisa and your friends that you fucked me and the rest of the geek brigade, and take your stupid coat."
"You knew?"
"Somebody has to paint the scenery on the stage."
"But..." she started.
"Look, you used me, and I used you. So tell Lisa you fucked me, and I was terrible. Tell her I almost came before you could stuff me in; she'll believe that. Then you can wear your new coat and go back to fucking football players, and I can go back to having fantasies about girls like you."
Vince opened the door and walked out. As the door swung shut, Lisa wondered if she'd won the coat but lost the bet. | 1 |
1,560 | Gee Daddy! | "Gee, Daddy, that feels good," I said, as my father rubbed his prick up and down my horny little slit. It did, too. What felt even better though, was when he centered his swollen cock in the entrance to my vagina, and started inching it inside. Daddy always did know the things that made me feel good. Still, he kept denying me that greatest of pleasures. Tonight I was going to pull out all stops, to get what I wanted.
"Ooh, I bet you like that," I said, as I milked Daddy's penis with my tight little hole. By now, I knew how to squeeze my father's prick, and make it feel good, without even moving.
Daddy groaned. I guess he must have agreed with me, because the next thing I knew he said, "You'd better ease up Tammy, or I'll have to pull out. You don't want that yet, do you?"
Shit! The LAST thing I wanted, was for my father to pull out. "Do you HAVE to Daddy?" I whined; working even harder. Once before I had been lucky, and caught Daddy by surprise; milking him off inside me, before he even realized he was about to cum. Daddy wasn't going to be caught so easily tonight though.
"Tammy," he said firmly, "you know the rules. I only cum in your mouth, asshole, or hands. We're NOT taking any chances on you getting pregnant. I'm taking too big a chance already, just fucking you like this. I don't want to accidentally knock you up."
"Why not Daddy?" I grumbled. "Marcia's already had three kids, and she's younger than I am." I could tell I was getting to Daddy, as his prick swelled even bigger inside me. Perhaps, if I kept talking, Daddy would forget and squirt inside me, before he realized he was doing it.
"Your cousin isn't fucking her own father," Daddy pointed out. He paused in his sliding in and out to push up hard inside me, while he tried to keep from spasming my body full of his precious seed. I knew he would be annoyed if I moved, trying to get him off; but that didn't mean I couldn't keep squeezing him with my vagina, hoping he lost control.
Sadly, he didn't. I felt my father's prick swell a little, then subside in me. I don't know if Daddy squirted more pre-cum, or sperm inside me, but he was once again able to slide in and out without feeling like he was going to splatter my insides full of baby-making cum. I was a little disappointed, but not completely. Maybe that WAS a squirt of cum that Daddy had just left inside me, while he gained control of himself. I knew enough about biology, so I was pretty sure there were at least SOME of Daddy's sperm wriggling in whatever it was, even if it only WAS pre-cum. Such a delicious thought.
"But Daddy," I said; talking about my best friend, while sliding back and forth once more, as my father's urge to cum inside me declined enough to make him feel a bit safer, "Darlene tells me she's had TWO babies by HER father already, and she hopes he's made a third in her."I had had orgasms before, but nothing like this! I knew that Daddy wouldn't have been able to pull out THIS time, even if he had been planning to; my cunny was squeezing him so tightly, that there was no way he could pull out before he filled my vagina with squirt after thick sticky squirt of his sperm. Not that Daddy tried.
Feeling me going into spasms around him, was the last straw for Daddy. I felt my father's prick get abruptly bigger inside me, as he jammed it as far up in my belly as he could. With a bellow that almost matched my screech, Daddy suddenly began spasming my tight little slit full of load after load of thick greasy cum. He didn't try to pull out this time like he usually did, either. Instead, he kept forcing his prick as far up inside me with each incestuous squirt, as he could.
I couldn't help myself. My arms and legs automatically wrapped themselves around my father's body and legs, until he couldn't have gotten away if he had tried... Which he didn't.
Each time my vagina would clench and squeeze on my father's thick prick, Daddy would respond by sending yet another healthy squirt of sperm jetting against my cervix. On and on it went; with neither one of us wanting it to stop, until my legs were aching with cramps, and Daddy was aching with dry squirts of sperm he no longer had; trying to send one last surge of baby-making cum into his daughter's womb.
"Oh gee Daddy," I said, as I felt the last sticky drops of my father's precious sperm oozing into my receptive young womb, "that was... that was wonderful. Thank you."
"Whoooo! Thank YOU," he replied, trying to catch his breath, while keeping his prick buried in my snatch. It's SO nice to feel your lover still inside you, after you get your rocks off. Knowing Daddy's sperm was still inside me too, was icing on the cake... Which reminded me:
"I hope I'm pregnant now," I said, hoping Daddy didn't get another attack of conscience, and get mad at me for "enticing" him on. He didn't.
"Well," he chuckled, "if not, I'm sure your mother will see to it that I keep on fucking you until you are."
"Daddee!" I objected. But you know what? He was right. | 1 |
1,593 | Sharing a Bed for the Night | "Are you sure you can't go, Honey?"
"I'd love to, Rocky, but I have two clients scheduled for today. I should have left the day open."
"No, it's not your fault, Ron. Denny's birthday isn't until Thursday. I didn't know until last night that he has something planned for next weekend. He was so cute on the phone. He was acting like a pouting child about getting his birthday presents early, and when he asked us to come up today, I didn't have the heart to say no."
"Well, I'm going to miss you. Give Denny my love and tell him not to drink all that beer at one sitting!"
"I'll miss you, too. Have a fire going when I get home tonight. I'll need it after six hours on the road today."
"And a glass of wine or two?" Ron smiled and raised an eyebrow with the question.
"At least two glasses!" I finished pulling on my gloves and circled around the kitchen table to whisper in Ron's ear, "and you know how I get after two glasses of wine!"
His hand crept up my leg and under my skirt as we kissed. His fingers pressed against my warm mons -- they felt strong and exciting through my panties and pantyhose.
I pulled myself away with great reluctance, "Oh, my! What you do to me! You better not be too tired tonight! I've been super-horny for over a week and you haven't been able to stay awake! It's been a long time!"
Ron affectionately smacked my buns, "Tax season, Rocky. You know what that's like! Don't worry, Baby, I'll be plenty awake tonight -- even if it *IS* tax season."
With a final wave, I made my way outside into the crisp, cold air. I got into the "Z," all gassed up and loaded down with goodies for Denny, and headed down the road. The car warmed up quickly so I stopped before I entered the Interstate and removed my jacket and gloves, making for an even more comfortable drive.
There's something so relaxing about speeding along an Interstate. I was in our new 300ZX, the road was dry, traffic light. It was the perfect drive to just let the mind wander."Well, if you're headed anywhere east of here, you won't have a choice -- they're supposed to be getting snow up ahead pretty soon."
Just what I needed! I hadn't checked the weather for Philadelphia before I left, and Denny didn't warn me about an impending snowstorm, but he would only hear about the weather if they broadcast it on ESPN.
"Well, thanks for the warning, officer... and the warning... about the snow."
With one last glance at my legs, then my breasts, and a smile right at me, Officer Boyd moved away from my window. "Sure. Just drive careful, now."
Back on the road with just a warning. YES!
I didn't hit any snow until I was only about a half hour outside of Philly; but, when I did hit it, it was one hell of a storm. I was too close to Denny's and too far from home to turn back, but it took me well over an hour to get to the campus. The "Z" was slipping and sliding, and I did two thrilling "one-eighties" on the very slick streets.
I exhaled with relief as I crept onto a campus parking lot near Denny's apartment and turned the ignition off. Here at last, and safe. The last hour had been a real bitch!
I stepped out of the car and into at least four inches of icy, wet, cold snow. Counting my shoes as ruined, I grabbed my purse, gloves and jacket and ran, sliding and slipping my way to the front entrance of Denny's high-rise dormitory. I grabbed the house phone on the wall and dialed Denny's number.
"Yeah?"
"Is Denny there?"
"Yeah, hold on." Whoever answered, dropped the phone on something hard, and it clattered in my ear. Then I heard in the background, "Hey, butt-face, there's a cunt on the phone for you."
"Who is it, asshole?" It was Denny's voice.
"How the fuck should I know? You're the big pussy-hound."
"Fuck off!" Then into the phone, "Hello?"
"Denny!"
"Mom!? Uh... Where are you?"
"I'm downstairs. I need you to get me past the security desk."
"Oh, sure. I called Ron to tell him about the weather and to tell you guys to stay home."
"Denny, can we talk about this up in your apartment? I'm wet and freezing my buns off out here."
"Oh! Sure, mom. Sorry. I'll be right down."
"Bring some strong backs, Dear, the car's loaded with stuff."
I stepped inside the double doors and waited for Denny to come down on the elevator and sign me in. The college made sure their residences were secure, and since the campus wasn't in the best neighborhood, I didn't mind the inconvenience if it helped keep the students (including my baby) safer.
The dorm I was standing in was one of four high-rise apartment buildings. Denny had lived on campus all four years; but, this year, his accommodations were in the most coveted dorms, reserved for jocks and lucky upperclassmen. Denny's apartment had a large living room-dining room combination, a kitchen, three bedrooms and two baths. He had three roommates -- Brian was another senior, and Steve and Tom bunked together and were juniors. They were all in the same fraternity together and seemed to get along well.
The elevator opened, and Denny and two boys I didn't recognize got off. He signed me in at the desk, and when I passed through the gate, I was finally able to hug my little boy. "Hi, Baby. How are you?"
"Great, Mom. I can't believe you got here through this stuff -- especially in the `Z'."
"Well, it wasn't easy. Honey, can I go up to your apartment and get a pair of dry socks on? My feet are freezing! Here are the keys. The car is about 20 spaces over to the left and 2 or 3 rows back. Make sure it's locked."
"No problem, Mom. We're right behind you."
And they were. By the time I caught the next elevator and got my bearings, I had just knocked and was getting the apartment door opened when the three of them came banging and thudding off the elevator and down the hall.
It was just after noon on a Saturday, but it looked like Denny and his roommates had a small party going, already. There was a basketball game on the TV, but the volume was turned down so as not to interfere with the stereo, blasting music I didn't recognize. But the real entertainment was the snow. With the curtains drawn back, the view from the fifteenth floor was spectacular -- it was snowing and blowing, and you could barely see the ground.
I followed Denny into his bedroom, and he handed me two mismatched white socks -- after smelling them! As we talked, I reached up under my skirt and wiggled my wet pantyhose off my hips and peeled them down my legs. The dry socks felt warm and wonderful.
Denny and his friends were happy to see two cases of Sam Adams beer and a couple bottles of wine disappear into the refrigerator. From the kitchen, I called Ron to tell him I was safe, then I asked if anyone was hungry. When I got all affirmative responses, I opened the contents of a Tupperware container I'd brought into a pot and turned on the oven.
"I brought it all, guys -- spaghetti, meatballs and homemade bread. Ready in about a half-hour," I announced.
The smells of home cooking must have permeated the halls, because kids kept arriving, and soon I figured I better put on a second pot of sauce and more pasta. As the crowd got bigger and bigger, I was trapped in the kitchen, serving plates of food and slicing the bread. Denny's friend, Brian, fought his way through the crowd, handed me my second glass of wine, and began to help me with the starving herd.
The stereo was blasting, and people were talking, and it was fun to be a part of it. Brian stayed to help me with the dishes, and we talked about music and school, and the snow. My third glass of wine was history, and I knew I was buzzed as I accepted my fourth. I was giddy, and my skin felt super-sensitive as Brian inadvertently brushed against my hip or breast as we worked together.
I pushed my way through the crowd, holding Denny's birthday cake with the lit candles on it. I could feel Brian's hands holding my hips as I bent over to place the cake on a low coffee table in front of the birthday-boy. Brian and I made our way back into the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine as the cake disappeared in the living room.
The afternoon passed into evening, and we sat and talked and played drinking games and looked out the window at the snowstorm. Occasionally, Brian would ask me to dance, and as he pressed me close, I could feel his hardness between us. We ran out of wine, but, by then, I was too drunk to care, and switched to beer. When I finally noticed how tired and blitzed I was, almost everyone had moved on to another party somewhere, and the apartment was empty and looked like what Times Square on New Year's morning must look like.
Still sober enough to realize that I hadn't expected to spend the night and had no other clothes, I asked Denny if I could borrow a large t-shirt or sweatshirt.
"Sure, Mom. Second drawer down. Take your pick."
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth with my finger, then went into Denny's room. I carefully took off my skirt and blouse and hung them on hangers. I debated leaving my bra on, but decided on comfort over modesty -- it always feels so damn good to take it off.
I picked out what looked like Denny's cleanest sweatshirt, and dropped it over my hands and head. I stood there in Denny's old sweatshirt, tugging it down over my hips and checking how short it was on me -- it barely came down to my crotch, and I could see a tiny sliver of my white panties between my thighs in his mirror. I was just shrugging and figuring I was only going to sleep in it anyway, when there was a light knock and the door opened. It was Brian.
"Hi, Rocky. I was just wondering if there was anything you needed that I could provide for you."
I couldn't remember exactly when we had moved from "Mrs. Chase" to "Rocky," but I let it slide. I stood very still. I figured with that short sweatshirt on, if I moved at all, he'd see even more of me exposed.
He was leaning against the door jamb, smiling. He was bare-chested and was wearing only blue, silky-looking pajama bottoms. His shoulders were broad, his chest was smooth and hairless, and his stomach was rippled and hard-looking. Quite a package.
"Where's Denny?"
"He passed out on the sofa. Dead to the world. It's just the two of us left. Well?"
"`Well' what, Brian?"
"Is there something you need?"
There was no doubt in my mind that he was hitting on me. I guess all those brushes against my buns and breasts and the slow dancing weren't inadvertent, after all. I was old enough to be his mother and I was his best friend's mom! He was supremely confident in his masculinity and appeal, but I didn't know how I would ever be able to look him or Denny in the eyes the next morning if I accepted his blatant offer.
"No, thanks, Brian, there's nothing I need."
"How about want? Is there anything you want, Rocky?"
"No, Brian. There's nothing I want. Now, goodnight, Dear, and thanks for the offer."
He smiled and shrugged, "Okay. Goodnight, Rocky. See you in the morning."
Don't ask me why, but as I laid in bed, I couldn't sleep. The long drive, the snow, the pasta, all the booze -- instead of knocking me out as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was antsy and restless and wide awake. Maybe trying to sleep in Denny's lumpy mattress on the floor had something to do with it. Maybe being horny and feeling more than a little tingly had something to do with it, too.
A little while later, as I laid there, I heard the apartment door open and close, and then noise in the next bedroom. It was just what I needed in my already-aroused state! Through the thin wall, next to my bed, I heard a couple getting it on, loudly.They were humping away, and she was a real moaner. It seemed to go on and on, and I felt myself sweating as I listened. My panties grew warm and wet as I placed my ear against the wall, secretly listening to their climax. Then they were through, and I was left alone and hanging!
I must have drifted off into a light sleep after that, because I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing and, next, the bedroom door opening. Assuming it was Brian making another attack on my virtue, I feigned sleep, staying still and quiet, facing the wall away from the door. The door closed, and I listened to someone undress and then collapse onto the mattress.
It was Denny, and he was immediately asleep. In his drunken state, he must have forgotten about me and reflexively returned to his bed after going to the bathroom. I rearranged the covers over the both of us. There was nowhere else in the apartment for me to sleep (except maybe Brian's bed!), and there was no way I was going to wake Denny to get him to move, so I told myself I would be out of bed long before he woke up, rolled over, and tried to get back to sleep.
Before I could drift off, Denny moved closer to me in the narrow bed, and I felt the lump of an erection pressed against my back. Then he rolled over on his back. There was enough light in the room from the small reading light on Denny's desk. Tempted beyond behaving, I rolled over and, giggling to myself, lifted the covers.
My God! Denny's boxers were tented up and straining against what had to be the largest penis I had ever seen. My son! Feeling like a naughty girl, I folded back the covers. His erection was standing straight up, and the material in his shorts had to be near its tolerance for ripping. At first hesitating, and then giving in totally to the urge, I reached to the slit opening in his shorts. I just had to see!
Denny's penis exploded through the opening, standing even taller. Not only was his penis long, it was almost as thick as my wrist. The head was deep pink, shiny, and huge. I had never seen another cock like that in my life. I snickered, thinking back to all the times I had given my little baby a bath, never dreaming he would grow something like this.
The cooler air must have gotten to Denny, because he pulled on the covers and began to roll over. I scrambled back into the blankets, still thinking in wonder about the prodigious penis on my son.
Denny moved again, and we were arranged like two spoons -- his front to my back. His erection was still there, and no longer hidden in his shorts, I could feel its warmth pressed against me.
Telling myself I was readjusting my position to get more comfortable, I squirmed and wiggled, and when I stopped, my son's huge, hard penis was pressed between my thighs.
I was getting very wet. I'd had a sex-buzz all day, from the state trooper fantasy to Brian's not-so-subtle feels, his blatant offer, the wine, and the couple in the next bedroom -- Goddammit! I was horny!
I was playing a game with myself. I was as curious as I was horny. As I moved away from Denny to slide my panties down my legs, I knew I was going to blame whatever happened on the wine.
When I moved back into position, I let the cock press between my thighs, again. Another slight movement, and it was at my wet slit! I could feel its heat and hardness in my wetness, touching, but not yet penetrating me. I was gasping for breath with excitement.
I lifted my right leg, opening myself. I pressed my hips back, and the cockhead began to enter me. I was so near cumming! A little more, and I can feel the huge knob slip all the way into me.
Denny was still asleep, but his reflexes took over for him. His arm fell across my shoulder and breasts. His hips thrust at me forcefully, ramming more of that superprick deeper into my pussy. He began to hump me. My son was fucking me in his sleep, and I was loving it!
My climax began with an explosion and took off from there. Denny humped me a few more times, and then he came inside me with a grunt. After just a few more soft thrusts, he rolled over and began to snore, again.
Finally, I fell asleep.
I was far away. I wasn't sure where I was, and the weather was confusing. It was snowing, but the sky was a bright blue, and I wasn't cold. I was laying on my back, on the trunk of a Pennsylvania State Police car. I couldn't see the markings, but I knew it was a State Police car. The lights were flashing. I was naked and spread open.
There was something or someone between my spread legs, and I was aroused. I looked down my body and saw the brown "Smokey" police hat jerking at my crotch, and I knew it was Officer Boyd wearing his hat as he ate my pussy!
I wasn't going to get a ticket! I put my head back on the trunk and watched the snow fall from the blue sky as I concentrate on what he's doing to me. His strong tongue penetrates me, and then his mouth moves to my clit and gently sucks it between his lips and teeth. I was quickly nearing an orgasm and was anxious to surrender to it.
Officer Boyd stopped eating me and moved up my body. I whimpered when his mouth left my pussy. The hat still hid his face as he lowered his mouth to my nipple. I missed his mouth on my pussy. His hips pushed forward, and I felt his penis seeking my cunt. I moved to help it, and I gasped as its head found my wet slit.
Officer Boyd grunted. Then he grunted again as he thrust his cock between my labia and deep into my pussy. It was good. It was very, very good. Officer Boyd felt so big, so filling. In and out, his cock pounded into my greedy pussy. Each plunge crashed my ass cheeks into the trunk of the car, but the trunk was soft and comfortable.
"Make me come, Officer Boyd! Make me come!" I begged.
"Who's 'Officer Boyd?'"
My eyes popped open. It was Denny! His face looked up at me from under the covers. I must have been dreaming the setting, but the sex was real! My son was fucking me!
"Denny! Stop! Get off me!"
"Come on, mom. You didn't want me to stop last night."
"Ohhh..." His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, and like last night, I knew I had never felt a monster-cock like his before! "Please, stop, Dear. It's not right. We can't do this."
"Mom, please don't make me stop, now. Please." Denny was pumping faster and faster. He was going to cum inside me.
I reached to his face and held it between my hands. "Alright, Dear. You can finish."
But he wasn't the only one nearing a finish. Involuntarily, I felt my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my arms moved around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I felt him slip even deeper inside me, if that was possible.
I was cumming! I was cumming, and I didn't know if I would live through it! The pleasure was going to kill me! I had never, never felt an orgasm like that! I bit into my son's tender shoulder to keep from screaming, and as I did, I tasted his blood in my mouth and his semen in my cunt.
I passed out.
I opened my eyes. The dark room was spinning, and I was having trouble taking deep breaths.
Denny was sitting on the mattress, smiling down at me, pressing one warm washcloth to my forehead and another to his shoulder.
"Wow!" he said.
I reached to touch his hand, "Yeah, wow. This was never supposed to happen, you know."
He nodded.
"I'm sorry I let it happen, Dear. It was wrong, and I shouldn't have done this to you."
"Are you kidding? I wanted it to happen, mom. I've *ALWAYS* wanted to do what we've just done -- for as long as I can remember."
I was touched and felt a tear form in each eye. "But a boy's teenage fantasy is just a fantasy, Denny. Normal mothers and sons don't do this. I'm scared I've harmed you."
"I'm not harmed. I've never felt happier in my life. Is that a harm? Will you get pregnant?" <I shook my head no.> "Well there's no harm there, either. Mom, I love you, and I want to do what we've done over and over and over again."
"No, Denny, we can never let this happen again. Never."
"But, mom-"
I placed my finger to his lips and shook my head. It must never happen again.
Who did I think I was I kidding?
I called Ron and told him the roads wouldn't be clear of the snow for another day. That day and the next, Denny and I rutted together like two dogs in heat. Denny told his roommates that I had caught a cold and was staying in bed. I was staying in bed, alright -- wrapped around my son's hard body with his even-harder prick shoved up my cunt to the hilt. I'm sure his roommates were curious (and maybe Brian even had an idea what was going on), but neither of us cared.
We fucked on that mattress until neither of us could fuck anymore, then we would nap and start all over again. I sucked his big, beautiful cock until my jaw was sore. He sucked my tits and licked my cunt until his mouth was tired. And, always, that monster cock was there -- ready, again and again.
This old lady wasn't used to fucking a young stud, but I was more than willing to adjust.
When I finally dressed to leave, I couldn't go without one more mouthful of Denny's cum. I dropped to the floor, took his dick out of his pants, and blew him until he came yet again.
On the long drive home, I thought about what had happened. I didn't know *WHY* it had happened, it just did. I thought I'd be all twisted up with guilt, but I wasn't.I felt such a deep and intense passion for Denny, I couldn't believe it. My only twinge of guilt was for Ron.
That twinge didn't slow me down. Instead of going to the islands with his Frat brothers over Spring Break, Denny came home, and the two of us spent every second that Ron was out of the house fucking and sucking each other into exhaustion.
Denny graduated in May and wasn't leaving for Grad school until September. All summer, I urged him to go out with his friends and to date girls his own age. Of course, when he did date, I was terribly jealous -- until the next morning, after Ron left for the office, Denny would crawl into bed with me, and we would go off to our own little world of sex.
Denny left Labor Day weekend, and I missed him terribly.
Now, the Monday after Thanksgiving, after seeing Denny off at the airport, I'm thrilled that the turkey wasn't the only thing that got stuffed this weekend! | 3 |
1,619 | Third Grade Guest Speaker | "Okay, class. We have a guest speaker today from the PMA. That's the Pediatrics Medical Association. He's here to talk to you about safety. I want you all to pay close attention to what he says, that means you too, Gerrold!
"This is very important! He's going to talk to you all about what to do if a stranger tries to grab you. Do everything he tells you. It could save your life!"
A short, balding man with glasses and a white lab coat steps up and introduces himself. "Thank you, Miss Nelson. Hello, children."
A chorus of hellos.
"My name is Dr. Wiener." Some chuckles. Miss Nelson gives them a stern look, and they sit up straight.
"Thank you, Miss Nelson, but I'll be fine. I do this quite a lot.
"Now, children, what I want to talk with you today about is very serious and very grown-up. So I need you all to be very strong today.
"We are going to talk about adults and bad touching. I'm sure some of you have already been told what to do if a stranger approaches you to do something you're not supposed to, right? Let's see a show of hands.
"Okay, that's some of you. I want you to pay attention anyway because I'm going to go into more detail. First of all, we are going to talk about what is inappropriate touching. Does anybody know what I mean by inappropriate touching?
"Yes? The pretty blonde in the blue sundress? What is your name first? Stephany? Okay, what can you tell me."Wiener jumps out the window and is chased by the janitor.
"I don't think he was a real doctor," Miss Nelson said.
-END | 2 |
1,647 | Jamie's Worth | "When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers." - Oscar Wilde
Prologue
The waiting was the hard part, but I was used to it and Lonnie was a good girl. Smart and pretty, small all over just the way I like it and best of all, right on time. Just like me, Lonnie always kept her promises.
"Hi!" she slipped into the backseat of my Volvo without warning, wanting to surprise me.
"Oh! Hey!" I gave her a theatrical look that made her laugh happily and my cock was already growing stiff with anticipation.
"I have to hurry," Lonnie said. "Keri and Denise think I went to the bathroom."
"They do, huh?" I was smiling at her. "Come here then. Jesus, you're so beautiful today."
"Am I?" Lonnie's big brown eyes looked down and she bit her lip playfully. "Do you still love me?"
"Oh yeah, Lonnie," I said, helping the small girl climb onto my lap. This wasn't the first time we'd done this. "Did you take your pill today?"
"Uh-Huh," she smiled, showing off her braces and the dimples in her cheeks. "I take one every day, just like you said."
"Good girl," I held the fourteen-year-old in my arms and she was only barely that; Lonnie's birthday had been just a few weeks before.
"We're gonna have a baby someday, right?" Lonnie had her thin arms around my neck, pulling herself close enough that her flat chest rubbed against mine.
"Yeah, Lonnie," I let my hands slide down her back, across the cotton blouse she wore to find her skirt, loose and spread over our knees. "I love you so much; we'll have a lot of babies someday."
"I love you too," she sighed and brought her mouth to mine.
Lonnie was quickly pushing her small pink tongue into my mouth. I'd seduced her almost a year ago, or perhaps she'd seduced me. It was hard to tell sometimes because all I'd really done was give her the opportunity to love me. The interest had already been there, growing inside her as the child struggled to find the woman she'd someday become. A first crush on her favorite teacher, a man just a few years younger than her own father. Lonnie had been so obvious and so easy, and once the girl had figured out that touching and kissing and fucking was fun, it was all she wanted to do. Especially the fucking.
"Where's your panties?" I grinned at her a moment later, breaking our long kiss and Lonnie giggled with mischief.
"In my purse; I took them off for you," she told me and I'd already figured that out. My hands were under her dress, playing with her bare ass. Lonnie was so small and her round cheeks filled my hands perfectly.
"Bad girl!" I kissed her quickly on the lips and my cock ached painfully to be inside her.
"Bad boy!" Lonnie countered and she was pushing herself down, finding the bulge in my trousers with her bare sex and getting me a little wet as well. Lonnie always got juicy when we made out.
A seventh-grade nymph and her math teacher, weren't we a pair. It took a minute of fumbling while we kissed and smiled into each other's eyes, but soon enough Lonnie had my erection free. My cock isn't overly large, but it's the perfect size for fucking horny little girls like Lonnie, believe me. Taking her virginity had hurt the girl at first, but not too much and I'd been so careful, so loving with her. It was the reason she always came back for more. Little Lonnie really loved to ride my cock and the hard part was not giving in to her frequent flirtations at school. She could keep our secret, I had little doubt of that, but I'd have to talk to her again about behaving herself in the classroom.
"Take it slow, Lonnie," I whispered, holding the girl lightly by the hips and just admiring the way she was determined to make love to me.
"Yeah," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly as the head of my cock found her sweet little sex, plump and pretty without a hair on it yet.
Lonnie was tight too, wonderfully small inside and not very deep at all. Little girls stretch though and tight little pussies like hers were made for hard cocks like mine. I wanted to grab her tightly and pull the little girl down hard, give her a good quick thrust and drive myself inside her fiery sex all at once. Lonnie was hot inside and wet; her juices were running down the shaft of my prick as I entered her slowly, the girl sliding down my prick inch by inch, letting her pussy get used to me all over again. I was stretching her, the muscles in her cunt giving way slowly, gripping my cock with small spasms that made Lonnie's whole body shiver.
Jesus, that girl was sexy and such a great fuck! She was the one doing the work, working herself up and down, taking a little more of me every time until I couldn't help myself. I brought my left hand to her head, digging my fingers in her curly brown hair and kissing her deeply. I pushed my tongue into her tiny mouth, making Lonnie moan and wriggle her tongue against mine. My other arm went around her thin waist, holding the girl tight and pulling her down as my ass came off the seat.
Lonnie gave a muffled gasp and stiffened as the head of my cock drove the last few inches all at once, finding the very bottom of her sex with a jolt that we both felt distinctly. Lonnie shuddered then, quivering in my arms and I felt the wetness of her tears on my cheeks as we kissed. She wasn't crying because I hurt her though, I hadn't... Lonnie was just cumming.
We fucked quickly after that, kissing and whispering breathless words of love while she wiggled her ass and rolled her narrow hips. I held her all the while, keeping the little girl tight against me, impaled on my cock as it moved just a few inches in and out of her. Short, quick strokes and that was all we needed. Lonnie came again, just at the end, and feeling her pussy spasm brought the sperm shooting out of my balls. I flooded my fourteen-year-old lover with my cum, spraying it right up against her barely mature cervix. It was a good fuck, even if it had lasted only five minutes probably. Maybe seven, but making love to girls like Lonnie was like that. It was always over much too quickly.
"I love you, Mr. Valentine," Lonnie sighed, content to rest her cheek against my chest while my cock remained stiff and swollen inside her. She was breathing hard and her face wet with tears of joy; the most beautiful little girl in the world just then.
"I love you too, Lonnie," I told her and that wasn't a lie. I just wished she didn't have to grow up.
Chapter 1
"I saw what you were doing," Jamie told me, just standing there like he was asking a question about his algebra homework. School was finished for the morning and he should have been on his way to the cafeteria for lunch.
"What?" I smiled at the boy uncertainly, but I had a knot in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat, several of them.
"You and Lonnie," he said softly and we were alone now, the other seventh-graders gone to lunch. "I saw you."
"Saw what, Jamie?" I asked, trying to smile innocently, but I knew what he was going to say.
"You were kissing her," the thirteen-year-old said and he looked as frightened as I was, to tell the truth. His blue eyes were avoiding mine and he clutched his books to his chest protectively, shifting from one leg to the other.
"I see," I said with a little frown. "Well, I don't know what you think you saw, Jamie," I shrugged, "but you didn't see that, okay?"
"Yeah, I did," he replied, looking up suddenly. His eyes found mine and I forced myself to stare back at him. "In your car, last Saturday. You guys were at the mall."
"That wasn't me," I told him. "And if you tell anyone lies like that, you'll be in a lot of trouble and..."
"I took some pictures," he said. "With my mom's phone. It's got a camera."
"What?" I blinked and my heart did stop as I assumed the worst. "Your mom saw..."
"No," Jamie shook his blonde head. "She wasn't there, just me. I got the pictures though."
"Okay," I licked my lips and I could hardly breathe. "What do you want?"
"I want you to like me too," Jamie said softly, looking down again.
"I do like you, Jamie," I told him and it wasn't a lie. The boy was quiet, but friendly enough. He did his homework and got along with the other kids. So far as students went, I liked him just fine.
"I mean..." He swallowed hard, giving me those eyes again, wide and frightened.
"What?" I asked him."You don't need help with your grades, you're doing just fine. Do you need a little extra pocket money?"
Jamie was blackmailing me, obviously, but I couldn't figure out what he wanted. He was already getting an A in my class, probably in all of his other ones too. If he wanted a new bike, I could do that. If he wanted some money, fine. How much could a thirteen-year-old boy need? I'd give Jamie just about whatever he wanted if it meant I got to keep my job, my marriage, and my freedom. I really didn't want to go to prison for the statutory rape of an eighth grader named Lonnie Simpson.
"No," the boy shook his head, "I just want you to like me the way, um, the way you like her."
"What do you mean?" I asked him, finding no sense in that.
"I want you to...Kiss me and stuff," Jamie bit his bottom lip.
"Oh." I blinked at that and leaned back in my chair.
"I love you, Mr. Valentine," he told me, and I thought he was almost ready to run away after confessing that. "I want you to love me too. That's all."
"I see," I nodded slowly. "We're boys though, Jamie, and..."
"I know," he said quickly. "That's why, uh, I got pictures."
"Right," I agreed. "The pictures. Okay, well..."
"They're on my computer now," Jamie told me. "Not on the phone anymore."
"Okay, well..." I was trying to think. "...Are your parents home? Is anyone at your house right now?"
"No," Jamie shook his head. "Mom's working. My sister's at her boyfriend's house."
"Good, good," I smiled at him, trying to look sincere. "Let's go to your house, okay? We can delete the pictures and then, uh, and then we'll talk about this some more, alright?"
"Do you love me?" Jamie asked.
"Well, I don't know, Jamie," I kept smiling, but my brain was still trying to catch up. "I like you a lot, you know that. I think we should just spend a little time together first. Talking and getting to know each other..."
"Okay," he nodded.
"...We need to be able to trust each other, Jamie. See? And I have to trust you before I can, um, love you. Right?"
"Yeah," he agreed, and the boy was shaking, he was so frightened. We both were, but for very different reasons.
"So let's go to your house and..."
"Won't we get in trouble?" Jamie asked me. "If we leave the school?"
"No, we'll be back before lunch is over," I reassured him, and I very much hoped that was true, but even if it wasn't, I had to get rid of those pictures.
I gave the boy a cardboard box. It was largely empty, but nobody would know that. He was just helping me carry some old books to my car, some old textbooks I was donating to the Salvation Army thrift store, if anyone should see us and wonder. Nobody did.
"Okay, you have to give me directions, Jamie," I said, and I wasn't very relaxed. Taking a thirteen-year-old out of school, to his empty house, in my own car? That was like begging for questions that I wouldn't be able to answer, and I was obviously desperate.
"That way," he pointed.
"Alright, let's go," I breathed.
"I always liked you a lot," Jamie told me after a few minutes. "I just didn't know how to tell you before."
"Well, Jamie. See, you're growing up and that can be a tough thing to do." I really wanted to talk the boy out of his confused feelings; it would make everything a lot easier.
"Yeah," he nodded, smiling shyly as he sat in the passenger seat of my Volvo.
"When a boy is your age and his body starts changing, your emotions change too," I said gently. "You get feelings that you don't understand right away and sometimes, well, those feelings can even be wrong."
"Wrong?" he frowned at me.
"Yeah, I mean a good-looking boy like you should like girls, don't you think?" I smiled at him. "I'm sure some of the girls in your class like you."
"Maybe," Jamie shrugged. "But I don't like girls, just you mostly."
"Uh, okay," I cleared my throat. "Has your mom or dad ever talked to you about this stuff?"
"I don't have a dad," Jamie told me. "My mom doesn't talk to me about anything."
"Oh," I nodded. "Maybe you really want a dad then. Like part of you inside wants a father and that's why you like me so much. It isn't really love, it's something else, and..."
"No, Mr. Valentine," Jamie smiled at me. "I really love you. I thought about it a lot already."
"I'm sure, yeah," I agreed reluctantly. "You're a smart boy, Jamie, one of the smartest boys in the whole school, but do you know I'm married?"
"Yeah," he frowned at that.
"I have a wife and I love her, see?" I hoped I could disappoint him gently, let Jamie down nice and soft.
"So..." he looked at me, "...Why were you kissing Lonnie? You love her too, right?"
"No, I don't love Lonnie," I shook my head. "She was sad, that's all. She was crying and I just wanted to make her feel better. Doesn't your mom kiss you if you cry sometimes?"
"Sometimes. She used to when I was little," Jamie shrugged. "But not like that and you're not her dad."
"I know, but I'm her teacher and that's kind of like being a dad," I said. "I could be your dad sometimes too, you know, like if you want to play basketball sometimes, or need help with something. I can talk to your mom and..."
"I don't want you to be like my dad," Jamie shook his head and then pointed. "You gotta turn here, I live that way."
"You don't?" I asked, taking the turn and thinking I'd almost been making some progress with the boy.
"Uh-uh," he told me. "I want you to be my boyfriend."
"Ah," I licked my lips. "Well, Jamie, I'm a man. I like girls, you know?"
"I know," he said. "I thought about that a lot too."
"You did?" I glanced at him.
"Yeah," he smiled. "I'll show you when we get to my house, okay?"
"Uh, okay," I sighed softly, not knowing what else I was supposed to say. I was praying, really, making deals with God to get me out of this.
Lonnie had been easy and not the first, I confess. I've always liked girls that age. Thirteen and fourteen-year-olds especially, twelve-year-olds too. They're perfect somehow just as they enter puberty. I don't know why. I was never abused or neglected; it's just how it is. I'm a good-looking man too, not like an actor or anything, but tall with thick black hair and a handsome, chiseled sort of face. Deep blue eyes and a trim, athletic body. I've always had good luck with girls, especially the younger ones. I've always had my way with them, and Lonnie, she was beautiful and curious; it hadn't been hard at all having my way with her.
I was cursing myself for my weakness right then, believe me. My carelessness more than that, because in point of fact, I didn't feel terrible about seducing a thirteen-year-old girl. I'd rather enjoyed that, and after Lonnie, I knew I'd want another one. They're addictive that way, and so I was angry I'd gotten caught, that's all. So please, God, let me off the hook, just this once, and I'll be so careful next time...
I doubt God was impressed.
"That's my house," Jamie was pointing at a small trailer, not kept up very well and not in the best neighborhood either.
Trailer parks never are. The trailer next door had three guys sitting around a fourth who was working on a big Harley. They were bikers, all large and leather, tattooed and drinking beer. On the other side, a rusted trailer looked burned out, like someone had taken a flamethrower to it. There was graffiti painted on the blackened sides. Across the street, an old swing set lay on its side, rusted bikes and dismantled appliances scattered about. An old Ford Maverick sat in the driveway, eaten away and painted primer red with no tires and no hood.
"You live here?" I looked at the boy, and he shrugged.
I was extremely nervous as I parked in front of his home and got out, knowing the little motorcycle gang was watching me. A thirty-year-old man, clean-cut and wearing a two-piece suit and tie, following a thirteen-year-old boy into his trailer? I tried not to imagine what they might be thinking, but that was just guilt or bad nerves. They probably thought I was from social services, and I tried to play that role, looking around with disdain, nodding like I was taking mental notes. Whether it worked for them or not, I have no idea, but it made me feel better anyway.
Once inside, I was feeling sorry for little Jamie. His mother wasn't much for cleaning, I guessed. There were full ashtrays and empty beer bottles everywhere. Half-eaten spaghetti on the table, an open loaf of bread attracting cockroaches. The place was a dump and not fit for a thirteen-year-old boy. If I hadn't been so worried about having to explain the circumstances of my visit, I might have called social services myself, and I was turning that over in my mind as we walked towards the back of the trailer. All I needed was a reasonable excuse to come back here, because despite my affection for young girls, I wouldn't consider myself a monster in any way. I felt great sympathy for Jamie at that moment and real concern for him.
"How old is your sister?" I wondered, as I didn't know her at all.
"Almost seventeen." Jamie said. "Alice lives with her boyfriend mostly, until they get in a fight."
"Okay," I nodded.
"She's gonna have a baby pretty soon though, so Buddy doesn't hit her too much anymore," Jamie said, like it was perfectly normal for a man to beat up his girlfriend.
"How old is her boyfriend?" I asked, looking at Jamie's bedroom, and it wasn't much.
A mattress on a box spring, just sitting on the stained floor. Some clothes stuffed into a half dozen plastic milk crates, stacked up and side by side. A scratched and badly stained table, like a coffee table, that he was using for a desk. It had a little lamp on it and a computer, an old Compaq with a small monitor that looked like it had seen much better days. There were books scattered around, a lot of them; no toys though. No pictures or posters on the walls, or stuffed animals, or anything like you might expect to find in a thirteen-year-old boy's bedroom.
"He's old like you," Jamie smiled at me. "Except he's got a motorcycle and a beard and stuff.""Sure," I frowned. "The pictures are on your computer?"
"Yeah," Jamie nodded. "You can turn it on, but you gotta hit the TV a bit because it just makes a line sometimes."
"Okay," I was going to format the boy's hard drive, taking no chances at all.
I'd buy him a new computer. Shoot, I wanted to buy him a new life, and it was hard not to be mad. Like punch the wall mad, you know? This wasn't fair, and I had the anger ready, but there was no one to take it out on. I turned on the computer, and the monitor had a loose wire or something - it made a thin horizontal line through the center of the thirteen-inch screen. It was round like a fishbowl and had to be ten years old. It was a wonder the kid wasn't blind from looking at that thing.
"Just hit it on top," Jamie giggled, and I glanced at him and then stared.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, watching as he was already half-undressed.
"Changing clothes," he smiled. "It's okay, you'll see."
"We don't have time for that, Jamie," I looked back at the computer because that was my reason for being there, and I was going to the BIOS setup menu before Windows could load.
I'm no computer genius, but I knew enough to format the hard drive anyway, and I smiled at the warning messages telling me I was about to erase all data and I'd never get it back. Was I sure? Oh yeah, absolutely. I pushed the Y key and listened to the old hard drive spin up like it had playing cards in the spokes. That computer was some real junk, and I didn't imagine Jamie's mom had paid much more than twenty bucks at a garage sale for it.
"You gotta plug it in too, in the back," Jamie said, as if he just remembered something.
"Plug what in?" I blinked at him because he was putting on a dress.
"I'm gonna be your girlfriend," Jamie smiled at me, shy and hopeful and probably scared out of his mind that I'd laugh, and I did. I couldn't help it.
He turned red, scarlet red, and his bottom lip trembled. The boy was frozen in place, his hands still clutching the buttons in front of a small yellow sundress. It must have been his sister's once, when she was about ten maybe, and it was too small for Jamie. It barely covered his butt, and the short sleeves were up on his shoulders. It looked funny, and I was surprised, and I wasn't really laughing at him, but...
"Jamie," I recovered quickly because the boy was about to have a meltdown, "it's okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, I wasn't laughing at you."
"Yes you were," he closed his eyes, and a couple of big crocodile tears spilled down his red cheeks. "You hate me!"
"No. No, I don't." I got up off the floor where I'd been sitting and crossed over to the boy quickly, taking him in a hug. "I like you a lot. I really do, but that dress...It's just too small."
"Yeah," he nodded, and his arms were around my waist.
Jamie was clutching me desperately as I hunched over him, feeling his small, soft body under my hands. I could smell him too, like soap and shampoo, and it was nice, but mostly I just wanted to comfort him, and he did seem so much like a girl. The way he felt, the way he smelled, the way I just wanted to protect him from his doubts and fears, and especially from this place that he was living in.
"Let me see," I smiled and untangled myself so I could button up his dress for him. It was crazy doing this. We were wasting time, and if someone caught us, I'd be dead. But the boy needed it, and for the moment, that was more important.
He wore no t-shirt beneath the dress, and I looked at his chest as I worked the small buttons slowly. Jamie's skin was pale and smooth, and his nipples were large for a boy, dark pink and slightly puffy, I thought. He had a beautiful chest, beautiful little tits, and for just a second, I imagined what they'd look like in a training bra, and that image made me swallow hard. I was seeing Jamie differently and not because of the dress, although it helped, but because of his vulnerability, his surroundings. Everything in that place was conspiring to seduce me. I had to remind myself that he was a boy and even if Jamie had been a girl, I didn't want to have sex with him. It wasn't like that at all, I wanted to protect him.
"There, see?" I was smiling. "That's a tight fit, but it looks okay."
"You think so?" He wiped at his eyes, and at least Jamie had stopped crying after just a few moments.
"Oh yeah, I think you're very pretty," I agreed, and I wasn't lying. He looked like a boy in a too-small dress, but that didn't stop him from being almost unbearably cute.
"Okay," he smiled shyly.
"Now, what were you saying about plugging something in?" I asked, because I hadn't forgotten that and maybe it would even help the boy relax a little more, taking his mind off his ill-fitting dress and my initial reaction to it.
"The phone cord," Jamie said. "The pictures are in my Yahoo thing. That briefcase they got."
"What?" I blinked at him. "You put the pictures on the internet?"
"Yeah," he shrugged and tried to explain. "I gotta use the library computer to get pictures off my mom's phone. There's a special thing for that, but this one doesn't have a plug-in 'cause my computer's sorta old."
"Oh," I looked at the computer, and there wasn't going to be any internet there anymore. It didn't even have an operating system now.
"So we just gotta get on the net," Jamie smiled at me.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "But I think your computer's broke."
"It is?" he narrowed his eyes, staring at it. "What happened?"
"I don't know," I lied, feeling a little bad about it now, especially since I hadn't needed to format the drive at all.
"Aw, man," he frowned, and that computer was probably the only thing he owned that was worth a nickel.
"I can get you a new one, okay?" I promised Jamie. "A better one than that. One you don't have to hit or anything, okay?"
"Really?" he blinked those big blue eyes at me, and I nodded, and then Jamie was hugging me again, tightly.
His head barely came up to my chest, and I felt his soft tummy against my crotch. He was rubbing me, that's the only word for it, squirming as my arms went naturally around his shoulders. It felt good, amazingly good, and I pressed my left cheek against the top of his head, feeling that soft blonde hair against my face and smelling it. My cock was getting hard, against all reason or sanity; I was getting aroused by this boy in the too-small dress.
"It's okay; I'll find one for you this weekend, alright?" I said, closing my eyes and trying to understand what I was doing, and most especially why.
"I love you," Jamie turned his face up, and my cheek slid over his forehead and nose, and then his lips were touching me, and I didn't pull away.
I kissed him. I kissed a thirteen-year-old boy, and I couldn't tell he wasn't a girl just then. The tip of my tongue played between his lips, and he opened so softly, so easily, and I dipped my tongue inside his warm, wet mouth. I was slow and careful, and Jamie's arms were tighter than ever. He moaned softly, his own tongue playing against mine tentatively as he learned how to French kiss.
I moved my hands down his small back and found his ass, that wonderfully round little behind of his. The dress had been pulled up, and to my delight, I discovered that the boy had even put on panties, probably borrowed from his sister, and they were loose on him, but utterly sexy to the touch. Jamie's firm cheeks filled my hands perfectly, and I squeezed his ass hard while we kissed, making the boy squirm with pleasure.
"Oh..." I breathed, "...Uh, that's...We better stop. You need to put your clothes back on."
"I do?" Jamie was licking his lips and breathing hard, not letting go of me. He was enjoying this even more than I was.
"We have to go back to school," I nodded.
"But we just got here," Jamie said softly. "We kissed already."
"I know," I smiled, pulling his arms gently so the boy would let go. "So we can kiss some more later, but we don't want to get in trouble or anything."
"Okay," Jamie agreed reluctantly.
"You know I like you now, right?" I asked him as I started unbuttoning his dress for him.
"Yeah," he smiled. "I know you do."
"Good," I smiled back. "Now, what's your Yahoo name..."
Chapter Two
That night I was online, logging onto Yahoo as Jamie, and I looked at the pictures he'd taken. There were half a dozen, slightly grainy photos. They weren't great, but good enough that you could tell it was Lonnie and I making out in my car. I was kissing her in most of them, squeezing her smallish breasts through her dress, both of us smiling, and I remembered that day so clearly. Meeting the girl like we'd arranged, not going anywhere, but just sitting in my car, parked in that big anonymous lot. She'd gone to the mall with some friends and ditched them, just for half an hour with me, and I'd fucked her right there on my lap and given the girl twenty dollars after so she could have a little extra fun with her friends.
I love to spoil my little girls.
I deleted the pictures forever and thought about Jamie. How he'd looked in that dress. How he'd felt and smelled and tasted. My cock was hard, and I rubbed it through my trousers while my wife cooked us dinner in the kitchen. Jamie, I smiled, he was seriously cute. I'd never been attracted to boys in my life, but seeing him in that dress, when he'd been crying? I just wanted him so badly. To hold him and make it better. He was like a girl, exactly like a girl, he only needed a better dress. A little makeup maybe, no, not even makeup, just a little lip gloss would be nice. Some panties that fit and a training bra. Ankle socks and small black shoes. Jesus, he'd be beautiful then.
"What are you thinking about?" My wife surprised me, and I jerked a little.
"Oh. Um, nothing," I shook my head and closed the browser. "Just thinking about work."
"Work, huh?" Amy gave me a doubtful smile. "Well, come on. Dinner's ready, you can think about me for a while.""You know I do, baby," I smiled at her, and I'd fallen in love with Amy when she'd been all of twelve years old.
We'd been together over ten years and married for almost six. As soon as she hit eighteen, we were standing in front of a judge. I wouldn't have married her if she didn't understand me so well; if she didn't love me so much. I loved her too, but not like I used to. Amy was older now and changed. She was all grown up, and physically, I just didn't find her all that attractive with her tall body and large breasts. She'd grown up fast when she hit fifteen and especially sixteen. Amy was a beautiful young woman, no doubt about that, but she wasn't a little girl anymore.
Amy knew what I liked, though, and that was the reason I'd married her. Where else was I going to find a woman who would let me fuck young teenage girls? In that regard, Amy was perfect, and while I didn't understand it entirely, she said it was because she knew I wouldn't love them past a certain point. I'd have a little girlfriend for a year or two, and then she'd grow up, and I'd lose interest. They weren't a threat, and so long as I took care of Amy, so long as I treated her as my wife and returned her love so much as I was able, she was happy. She loved me more than anything, and that was how she kept me.
What Amy would think of me loving a boy, though...I didn't want to ask her. I also knew Amy wasn't going to be my alibi if I was ever found out. She didn't want to know who I was seeing. She didn't want the details. It was an open secret between us, and I respected that, and I went out of the way to protect her from my affairs. We made no mention of what I was doing, and I came home every night the way a good husband should. That was what Amy wanted in return for her love.
Amy had blackmailed me into marriage, if you wanted to get technical about it, but I wasn't complaining. She'd made me promise to marry her, and unlike every other girl I'd known, Amy hadn't forgotten it. Like I say, I'd always been very lucky with women, and she was a hell of a wife.
Jamie was the one on my mind, though. I couldn't get the boy out of my head, not during dinner and not later that night when I was in bed with Amy. We were kissing in the dim light, and I played with her neatly shaved sex because pubic hair was a complete turn-off for me, and she knew it. I was rubbing her moist slit while she stroked my swollen prick, and I wanted her to be Jamie just then.
"Roll over..." I breathed into my wife's ear.
"Hmmm..." Amy sighed, and I was pushing her onto her stomach.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," I whispered.
"Oh!" She gave me a little look in the dark, and we'd done this before, but not very often. Amy really wasn't into it.
"Yeah, like that," I sighed, and while my twenty-three-year-old wife was obviously not a thirteen-year-old boy, she did have the most perfect little ass a man could ask for.
"Why?" she giggled, and that always seems like a singularly silly question to ask during sex.
"I'm going to call you Jamie tonight," I said, straddling her thighs and pressing my cock down against Amy's ass.
"Jamie? Who's she?" my wife wondered, and then thought better of it. "Never mind, I don't want to know."
"Yeah," I agreed softly. "Give that sweet little ass now, Jamie."
"Ummphh..." Amy winced, and her body stiffened because I wasn't using any sort of lube. I was pushing my cock inside her anus slow and dry, with just my precum to offer the woman any comfort.
I'm not overly large anyway, though, just average, six, maybe seven inches if I'm really excited and not so thick. It hurt her, though, a little, and I tried to be gentle, but I found myself fucking Amy's ass hard after just a minute or two, rather liking her soft grunts and protesting sighs. She was wanting me to slow down, but I was fucking Jamie now, and my eyes were closed, my mind someplace else, bending the boy over my desk at school, lifting his pretty pink dress and pulling his virgin white panties down.
"God, your ass is beautiful, Jamie!" I groaned, stabbing the length of my cock as far into Amy as I could.
"Ow...Fuck...Jack, slow down..." Amy reached back, slapping at my shoulder with her fingers. "Ja-ack!"
That just made it better for some reason, and the bed was bouncing as I drilled my cock into her asshole over and over. It was unbelievable how tight Amy was, how hot her asshole felt wrapped around my prick. If Jamie was half this good, I'd be happy, and I suppose that was about the time I made up my mind that I was going to have to find out what he felt like. I was going to pop his cherry the way I'd popped so many others. I was going to fuck him long and hard and fill his sweet little body up with my sperm.
"Ahhh...God! That's...Take it easy..." Amy was still complaining, but not too much now.
She was getting used to having her asshole stretched, and maybe it was even starting to feel good. I hoped so. Amy was soon fucking me back anyway, lifting her hips off the bed to meet my cock, squeezing those soft little muscles so her rectum felt like a sucking mouth around my prick. Yeah, Amy was bitching, but she loved sex as much as I did. She also knew that this was maybe the only way she'd have me tonight, and that gave her a measure of eagerness that I happily exploited.
I straddled her thighs and hips, massaging Amy's back while I looked down to see my cock working in and out of her ass. That was beautiful, and now she wasn't fighting me at all. We were fucking nicely, slowing down after the initial rush of excitement, and I wanted to last as long as I could. This was good practice, I was thinking, and it had been too long since I'd fucked my wife in the ass anyway. We might have to do it like this more often, and I knew Amy, she wouldn't say no. She'd never refused me anything, not even when she'd been a twelve-year-old virgin.
"Oh God! Jack...It feels good now..." Amy moaned, and that's the kind of girl she was, the kind of girl they all are, really. "A little...uhmmm...harder...harder now..."
I laughed at that, drawing a ragged breath and lowering my body to hers. I covered my wife like a blanket, kissing her ear and cheek, finding her mouth while I gave her what she wanted. I was fucking Amy with long strokes, going as deep as I could so that my balls would slap her wet little pussy. She was hot for it, feeling good inside and out, and all Amy ever needed was a little jump start to get her motor running. We'd be fucking all night probably after this.
"Don't pull out..." Amy was whispering, "...cum inside me...in my ass...please...I want to feel it..."
That was going to do it for me, hearing Amy beg for my cum like the little girl she'd been when I'd taken her cherry. Fuck! She knew how to bring me off, and all I could imagine just then was Jamie asking me for the same thing; wanting me to sperm his little ass good and make a real girl out of him.
"Shit...Oh Fuck! Jamie!" I was cumming hard, helpless to stop myself from shooting into Amy's clasping rectum as it held me tight.
Amy was milking my cock and draining my balls with her sweet asshole, and in my mind, it was Jamie taking my hot creamy load. It felt amazing, and I wanted to keep my cock inside Amy's ass until morning if I could. After a few minutes, though, I was going soft, and her ass slowly pushed me out with only a small dribble of dirty sperm. Most of my orgasm was still deep inside her, and I liked that idea a lot. I imagined fucking Jamie before school and seeing him walk around all day with my cum leaking from his tender asshole. That was sexy as hell.
"That was great, fuck..." I rolled off Amy with a sigh, lying on my back and catching my breath.
"For you maybe," Amy pouted, and that was just a tease; she'd liked it just fine at the end, but I'd make it up to her anyway. I'd pretty much just used her ass to jerk myself off with, and she knew it.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry," I reached for my wife and pulled her close, despite a bit of weak resistance on her part.
Amy was a good girl, though, better than I deserved, and she wanted me to love her, so it was easy. I cuddled with her for a long while, kissing her lips and telling her she was still beautiful, still sexy despite being almost twenty-three already. We didn't fuck; I couldn't get hard if I focused on her too much. I needed to imagine other, younger girls usually, but that was okay. I made Amy feel special and loved, going down on her finally, and I knew well enough how to make Amy cum with my mouth. I'd had a lot of practice, and sucking her hairless little pie was sweet for me.
By the time we fell asleep, we were best friends again.
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1,653 | Love Fuck | "This is perverted," Kristen thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie, kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment of it. But other images flashed too - of passionate, wriggling bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying testicles, sensual legs spread wide and spasming. Kristen quietly opened the bathroom door, the one that connected into the spare room. Just as she had hoped, the door to the bedroom was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed and the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room, she could see Jerry kneeling behind his girlfriend, Janet, who was also Kristen's friend. Jerry had a handful of Janet's hair, from behind, and his body was pressed firmly to hers. Her head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her man. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Janet's ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Janet was threatening to shred the sheets with her grip. Kristen felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her legs.
Jerry moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Janet with a long, even movement. Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Kristen's friend, and her hips moved back instinctively, forcing Jerry's shaft deep inside her.
"God! You're so fuckin' tight!" Jerry whispered, his words carrying easily to Kristen's ears in the nearby bathroom. Janet half moaned, half sighed her response. Janet pushed her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying underneath her.
"Fuck me hard. Pump me hard and fast. Cum in me," Janet breathed.
Kristen's nipples were already hard, excited by what she'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched, and Kristen's right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as Jerry began thrusting faster into Janet, their bodies making an audible "smack," Janet's breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her ass rippling. Kristen felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.
"Yes! Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, stud," Janet hissed.
Kristen heard the words and let out a deep sigh, a sigh of lustful arousal. Her left hand replaced her right on her nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs. Kristen knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically.
The two bodies undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the darkness of the room. Janet's long dark hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to Jerry's rhythm. It wasn't long before Jerry groaned and began thrusting hard against Janet, trying to drive his cock and maybe even his balls inside her. Their groans filled the air for a few long moments, and then fell silent.
In the sudden silence, Kristen stopped cold. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers lay on the bed, him on top of her from behind, both kissing and floating along together. Kristen finally realized the show was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she'd witnessed. Her own sleep came only after fantasizing about feeling Jerry coming in her ass, not Janet's.
The next morning, Janet was in the kitchen first, having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Kristen shuffled in wearing her light robe, shaking out her long golden hair.
"Well! Good morning!" Janet said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup.
"'Morning," Kristen said blearily. "Thanks."
"Well, you look dreadful. At least I have an excuse," Janet joked.
"Ummm. I know," Kristen said automatically, then regretted it.
"Oh. I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Janet asked.
"Yeah, it's okay though," Kristen said. "It's better than David Letterman."
Janet laughed. "ANYTHING is better than David Letterman. Especially a..." Her voice trailed off.
"A good ass fucking?" Kristen asked. "Oh, shit. I shouldn't have said that," she argued, "I'm cranky before my first cup."
Janet had blushed, even through her early summer tan. "Well, Jerry does have the right equipment for that," she giggled.
Kristen smiled. "I've gotta take a shower," she said, walking down the hallway.
Before entering the shower, Kristen surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a few too many freckles (never mind that her boyfriends told her they were sexy), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes, even though there were some circles forming under them, a very attractive face, but her nose was too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features, the ones she knew would always get the guys to look, still pleased her. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which matched her hair exactly. Many men had asked her if her "other" hair was so perfectly matched. If he was that bold, she invited him to see for himself that it was.
Her breasts weren't as large as she wanted, but they were well proportioned to her body. Her waist was slender still, and she was trim, but she always criticized any flab on her butt or thighs, even though most men would have killed to kiss her naked form. At five foot seven, she was leggy, but still nicely put together.
Kristen stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of Janet and Jerry's performance earlier. She didn't masturbate, she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better after she'd cleaned up and put on what little makeup she usually wore. She brushed out her long hair, still wet, and used the blow dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.
Jerry stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and trying to keep an erection down. Kristen wore her robe but was obviously naked underneath. Kristen smiled and let Jerry into the bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell of bacon and eggs.
Janet's t-shirt was outside of her shorts now, something Kristen noticed quickly. "I see Jerry's said good morning to you," she said. Janet glanced down at her top, then looked over at Kristen, grinning. "Yeah. The animal!" She added with a wink.
They ate breakfast when Jerry returned, and afterwards, Janet braided Kristen's long blonde hair. She took her shower with Jerry, and Kristen tried to ignore the sounds of splashing fun in the bathroom.
Janet and Jerry went out to visit the casinos on the North Shore of Lake Tahoe, while Kristen contented herself with sunning on the deck and reading a new book by her favorite writer. This vacation started out wrong, with Mike cancelling out at the last minute, leaving Kristen feeling alone, and like a party crasher. But then, she didn't gamble and besides, she wasn't old enough anyway. Kristen worked on her tan, hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of a tan at least.
It was pretty and quiet in the mountains, but still warm. Kristen only stayed in the sun for a short while before moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half, then dozed off.
Kristen awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and felt slippery since she'd perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to enter the rented cabin when she saw Janet and Jerry inside.
Kristen watched through the large glass doors, her eyes wide, blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Janet lay on her back on the sofa, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked with her legs high in the air, and Jerry was crouching between her legs, rolling his face around in her cunt. Janet was shaking and rocking her hips, obviously enjoying his tongue.Kristen wondered what to do as she watched. Somehow they'd come back while she'd dozed off, and hadn't seen her on the deck. Jerry made Janet come in a gasping orgasm which made Kristen very wet, and she wanted to finger her pussy, but she didn't dare. She didn't want them to catch her masturbating while she watched them.
The two lovers swapped places, and now Janet was sucking on Jerry's cock. In the daylight Kristen could see that Jerry's cock was just about right for fucking, in any hole. Not too big, not too short, just nice. Janet sucked him with practiced expertise. Janet's body was smooth and evenly tan, except for the small light areas that showed the tiny suit she normally wore. Kristen felt her feet moving, and she felt as though someone else was controlling them.
As she moved, it came to her that she was going to walk in on them, and she prepared an "excuse". If they objected or were embarrassed, she would simply go to her room, then shower off from her sunbathing. If they didn't object then...well, she'd see.
Kristen took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in and closing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered, Janet looked up, and Jerry began to shoot. Both young women locked eyes for a moment, then Kristen's were drawn to the thick white cum spurting against Janet's neck and tits. Janet looked down, paused, then gulped down Jerry's spurting cock, making him cry out with loud "ahhh's".
Kristen decided to go to her room, as if she'd interrupted completely by accident. As she walked she could feel the slipperiness of her own pussy and the stiffness of her nipples.
"Nice timing!" Janet said loudly as Kristen turned the corner. She stopped and turned back, looking back at Janet, her tits glistening wetly. "Sor-reee!" Kristen said, grinning. "I thought you guys were going out all day."
Janet stood and walked closer, her sperm-splotched breasts wobbling as she walked. Kristen couldn't take her eyes off the cum that dribbled down between them, or the cum that clung to one of her dark nipples.
"Sure," Janet said softly. "Come with me, I have something to show you."
Kristen followed Janet into the bedroom and Janet opened a small paper bag. From the bag she pulled a thick vibrating dildo, covered in a soft, flesh-like latex. "Watch this," she said, then switched it on. The head vibrated and as she worked the controls, the upper third began to twirl or rotate and piston in and out. Kristen's eyes got big.
"Where did you get THAT!?" Kristen laughed.
"At a little novelty store in town," Janet giggled. "And this too!" She handed Kristen the vibrator and Kristen felt it buzzing, twisting and thrusting in her hands. It sent an erotic feeling deep inside her pussy. Janet pulled another item from the bag. This dildo looked like a "Y", with two cocks joined at the base. Kristen knew how this was meant to be used.
"Look at this though!" Janet said, connected a rubber ball and tube to the dildo. She set it humming and the tips of both heads blurred, then she squeezed the ball. Water jetted out of both tips, squirting several feet. Kristen's pussy spasmed at the sight. "Think of the possibilities with this!"
"Um, yeah. Nice!" Kristen said. "Er, I'm going to take a shower. Maybe even a cold one."
Janet handed her the thrusting dildo. "Here, have fun."
Kristen refused it, as much as she would have tried it in privacy, she didn't want to seem too desperate or horny. She went into her room and couldn't resist the urge to finger her pussy. Kristen lay on the bed, her fingers blurring over her clit. She came quickly, thinking of the images of Jerry's cock spurting all over Janet's tits. A few minutes later Kristen pulled on a robe and picked up some clothes, then went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She was just about to climb into the shower when Janet knocked on the door, asking to be let in quickly. Kristen opened the door for her.
"Shit!" Janet said, "I got it in my eye and it BURNS!"
Kristen got a look at her face as she moved past to get to the sink. There were thick globs of sperm on her cheek and in her hair. Jerry had cum again, but somehow Janet had gotten some of the salty stuff in her right eye. After a minute of splashing water she stood up and toweled her face off, most of Jerry's cum having been washed off.
"That'll teach you to watch too close!" Kristen laughed.
"Thanks a bunch," Janet said. "Would you mind if I showered with you?" she asked, feeling the cum in her hair.
"No, c'mon. You do my back, I'll do yours," Kristen said.
Together they showered, trading secrets and laughing over Kristen's unannounced entry earlier. Kristen's hair was pinned up so she didn't have to dry it all over again, and Janet scrubbed her back. The oily sunscreen needed to be scrubbed off, and Janet didn't stop when she reached Kristen's ass. She worked down, not sexually touching, but scrubbing hard. She kept going down those long, lean legs, until she reached the ankles.
"Thanks," Kristen said. "That felt good." She turned around, hand extended for the washcloth. Instead, Janet soaped it up and began scrubbing Kristen's chest, above and between her breasts.
"Jerry would kill to do this to you, you know," Janet said evenly. "He said that last night he fantasized about you joining us."
"Really?" Kristen said, forgetting that Janet was washing her front. "He really said that?"
Janet nodded, scrubbing around Kristen's tits and then down her belly. "He even said he'd like to eat you while he fucks me."
Kristen's mind imagined that, and she felt a little excited. Suddenly Janet's hand was sliding over her mons, and then between her legs. The touch was lighter, more sensual now. Kristen's legs parted slightly, and her lips parted to take a sharp breath. Janet's hand lingered a little longer, then she began scrubbing the fronts of the blonde's legs. Kristen looked down, watching Janet kneel and scrub. Her hand moved and touched Janet's head lightly.
Janet leaned forward and kissed Kristen's pussy lightly, then she stood up. Close. Kristen seemed to move on automatic. She leaned forward, tilting her head slightly, and then it happened. Their lips met in a kiss. Kristen was surprised at how warm and soft Janet's lips were. Their breasts touched lightly, making Kristen's nipples stand up even harder. When they parted, Kristen gazed into the eyes of her friend, now to be her newest lover.
Trembling with excitement Kristen reached out and touched Janet's breast. This was the first time she'd ever touched another woman's breast sexually. The soft flesh was so warm, and Janet's full orb drew Kristen's hand into a cup shape which she slid over the end of her friend's breast.
Janet's hands slid down and cupped Kristen's ass, kneading it slightly. Kristen's whole body trembled, as though she were going to have an all-over orgasm. Somehow Janet realized her friend's nervous excitement and she leaned down, taking one of Kristen's nipples in her lips. As she sucked on it, biting down delicately, Kristen gasped and pressed her soft tit into Janet's face. Janet pulled on the other nipple with her fingers, then gently licked all around Kristen's puffy areola. The tall blonde's breathing was shallow and ragged, and Kristen could feel her cunt leaking its warm cream down her thigh. Janet stood upright and Kristen felt like she was on fire. She grabbed Janet's face and kissed her, one of the most passionate kisses she'd ever given. Janet returned it, with her hands exploring the lean, smooth texture of her friend's body.
When their kiss broke, Kristen burned with a madness, a desire, a carnal need. She bent and licked around Janet's nipple, then sucked hard on the erect bud. Janet cradled the blonde's head to her breast, and felt Kristen suckling and licking her tit. Kristen's right hand slid between Janet's legs, lightly at first. Kristen's pussy spasmed when her fingers found Janet's cunt soaking wet and slippery. Her fingers slid back and forth through her friend's cuntlips, then Kristen sighed as her finger slid into her friend's body. Janet sighed too, rocking her hips forward and trembling against Kristen.
A few moments later, Kristen stood with her hands on the wall of the shower, legs spread, and Janet sitting on the floor, her head bent back and her tongue, her wonderful tongue, swirling around inside her. Janet was sucking her pussy, lapping her free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and down Kristen's legs. Kristen gasped for breath, her stomach heaved in and out and her legs threatened to buckle. Janet sucked and licked, and Kristen shuddered. A wave washed over her, starting in her cunt and spreading outward, returning to her twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be lapped up by Janet.
Kristen sat down on a ledge in the shower, weak and flushed. Janet rolled to her knees and kissed the blonde's tits, then kissed Kristen on the mouth. Kristen tasted her juices, not for the first time but certainly the most erotic. Janet's lips were slick and their tongues danced. Moments later, when Janet stood up, Kristen took the floor and tongued Janet's pussy.Kristen looked at Janet's pussy, seeing the swollen lips surrounded by her curly bush. Her tongue licked lightly over Janet's slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen and hard. Janet's hips jerked, and Kristen continued to lick circles around it. Soon Kristen's chin was slick with the juices seeping from Janet's opening, and her tongue was sliding all around. Kristen loved the feeling on her tongue, and her face. The smooth, warm, slippery wetness excited her, and the musky scent of Janet filled her nostrils.
"Put your fingers in me," Janet said breathlessly.
Kristen did. First one finger, then two, then a third. Janet's hips bucked and Kristen flicked her tongue over the girl's clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers, the grasping, pulsing squeezes as Janet began to cum. Kristen shoved her fingers in deep, moving her hand back and forth until Janet moaned loudly and began shuddering. Janet's hips ground against the intruding fingers, and her hand pushed Kristen's face tightly against her mons. When Kristen pulled her fingers out, they glistened with Janet's cream, a few whitish globs clinging to her fingers. Kristen licked her fingers off, savoring it like a fine sauce.
They finished their shower, hugging and kissing each other tenderly. They had shared something very special, and they both felt close and loving to each other. After eight years of friendship, they had become even closer.
Jerry was half-dressed, watching a movie when the girls came out of the bathroom. Both were clad only in terry cloth robes and they sat on either side of him. Jerry felt something was up, and he was almost afraid of saying anything to spoil it. For a long time he'd fantasized about having Kristen's long legs wrapped around him, and it seemed like he would have his chance.
Kristen sat so that when she looked at the TV, she could not see either Janet or Jerry. When she watched part of the show, Jerry slipped his hand under Janet's robe and between her legs. The sudden stiffness was like a jerk and Kristen turned her head, looking right at Jerry's half hidden hand.
"Turn it on," Janet whispered softly.
Jerry saw that Kristen was looking, and felt his cock rising into a tremendous erection. His fingers found the switch and a light humming noise filled the air just as Janet's body shuddered. The "Y" shaped dildo inside her began vibrating her body, sending delicious waves of pleasure through her. Janet held his hand over her cunt, cupping her twat and pressing the vibrator deeper.
Kristen took Jerry's other hand gently, spreading her legs slightly and placing his hand under her robe. Jerry's hand explored her crotch, finding the other dildo already in place. Jerry's fingers found the switch and turned it on. Kristen's body jerked, and she gasped several times as the dildo began squirming in her cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h-h...Ohhhhhhhh!" Kristen sighed, cupping Jerry's hand over her cunt. Her hips rocked against the twisting, thrusting vibrator, and her eyes closed, jaw slack in rapture.
"Let me suck you," Janet said softly, sliding down off the sofa. She quickly unfastened his pants and removed his rigid cock. Without a word she sucked on him, moving up and down the shaft with quick movements. Her mouth watered and saliva coated his cock, making it glisten wetly. Janet shucked her robe to the floor, curling her feet under her so that as she rocked her body back and forth it pressed the humming vibrator deeper into her holes.
Kristen leaned over and kissed Jerry, sending her tongue halfway into his throat. He kissed back, taking command and forcing her tongue to retreat. They mouth-fucked each other with their tongues, bodies blazing with fiery passions. Jerry's hips rocked up to cram his cock into Janet's mouth, and she made loud slurping noises.
Jerry kneaded Kristen's tits, and she began panting, coming closer to her orgasm from the vibrator and all the sensations. Jerry couldn't hold on, and he felt the thick jism rising from his balls. Janet's wet mouth slobbered down his cock, making sloppy, wet noises as his cock began swelling. She moaned twice, urgently trying to call Kristen. Just as Kristen moved, Jerry's hips arched.
Kristen saw Janet's brow furrow in concentration and the thick pulsing of Jerry's cock in her mouth. Janet's mouth and jaw worked, and then Kristen heard a swishing, squirting noise. Janet moaned as his jism flowed, filling her mouth with his creamy cum. She greedily sucked his sperm into her mouth, coaxing every drop by licking just under the tip of the head. Finally spent, she let his softening cock slip from between her lips, trailing a dribble of sperm over her lower lip. Kristen leaned down and licked the semen from Janet's lips.
Janet grabbed her head and pulled her closer. Kristen opened her mouth, expecting to taste Jerry's cum. Janet opened her mouth and used her tongue to push the warm, thick mass of sperm into Kristen's mouth. It was erotic to Kristen, and she sucked the sperm from Janet's mouth, then they tongued each other fiercely, swishing the cum around back and forth. Parting their kiss, strands of jism connected their lips. Tongues flashed and collected it, and both girls swallowed, tasting his jizz like a cream sauce. The vibrators had brought them both close to orgasm, yet their bodies refused to yield. Kristen's passions were beyond what she'd known, and she wanted to come so badly she would do anything Janet asked.
"Go get my bag," Janet said to Jerry. She smiled and asked Kristen if she ever fantasized about being watched. Kristen, in a very carnal mood, ran her hands over her tits, licking her lips.
"No," she breathed.
"Let's let him watch us," Janet said, cupping Kristen's cunt and shoving the dildo into her.
Kristen was being fucked by the little machine, and the twisting head kept her so close to orgasm that Janet's hand nearly sent her over the edge. The hand withdrew too soon, leaving Kristen almost in tears, until she watched Janet lick her cream off her fingers. Jerry returned carrying Janet's duffle bag, his cock returning to full size.
Janet unzipped the bag and reached in. "You'll love this toy," she said, pulling out a two-foot double-headed dildo. Kristen's cunt spasmed, and she reached down to finger herself.
"NO!" Janet said sharply, pulling the blonde's hand from her bush. Then, softly, "Cum WITH me." And she kissed Kristen softly. Kristen followed along, floating on her erotic, lust-filled cloud.
Janet positioned her on her hands and knees, adjusting the dildo to a slower rhythm. She pulled it out of Kristen's twat, watching her gaping cunt hole spasm and close slowly. She pressed the humming, twisting head to Kristen's asshole, pressing the slick, rubbery head firmly.
"Oh, no, don't...." Kristen started, but suddenly her asshole was filled with sensations that made her cream flow like water. She trembled and her stomach jerked. Kristen's ass shot up in the air, and Janet pushed the toy down into the girl's tight hole. "Ohhhh Goddddddd!" Kristen wailed.
Janet rubbed her hand all over Kristen's glistening vulva, massaging her cunt juice all over her crotch, coating her thighs and belly with the creamy fluid that dripped from her. Kristen tried to catch her breath, feeling as though she were being split open and fucked inside-out. Janet picked up the large dildo and coated it with her hand, smearing Kristen's juices on the bulbous head. She held Kristen's hips, pressing the thick rubber cock into her cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h...Ohh! Make me cummm! Please! Makemecum!"
Janet slowly pushed ten inches of the cock up the blonde's snatch, watching her holes spasm as it eased into her. Each outstroke brought her pouty cuntlips out, as though they were holding on and trying to suck it deeper. Once she had the dildo seated, Janet stood up and walked around in front of Kristen.
Kristen looked up at her naked friend, at the "Y" shaped vibrator still humming in her asshole and cunt. Kristen felt filled with cock, as though she would explode. Janet moved close, standing with her crotch almost in Kristen's face.
"Pull it out of me," She hissed. "Jerk it out hard, do it fast."
Kristen reached up a trembling hand and grasped the end of the vibrator. It was slick with Janet's cream, but Kristen jerked hard, yanking it out of her cunt and butt.
"Ohhhhhh CUMM!" Janet yelled, then grabbed Kristen's head, shoving her hips forward and rocking them against Kristen's face. "Drink me!" Janet's cream poured from her, soaking Kristen's face and Janet's crotch. Janet shuddered and ground her pussy against the girl's face. Kristen felt her nose rubbing Janet's clit hard.
Janet moved away suddenly, going behind Kristen and kneeling down, facing away from her friend. Janet pushed the long dildo into her cunt and then pressed her ass against Kristen's.
"Fuck me baby!" Janet pleaded. "Fuck me with that beautiful blonde pussy! Fuck me!"
Kristen and Janet began rocking their hips back and forth, fucking each other with the dildo. Jerry had been watching from the sofa, stroking his cock. Several times he'd had to grip tightly to keep from shooting his load too early.Now he knelt alongside the girls, reaching between their slapping asses to hold the dildo still so that it would slide in and out of their slick cunts.
Wailing moans filled the room from both women. Kristen felt a huge orgasm welling up deep inside her. Each warm slap of Janet's butt to hers brought her a half step closer. Both were near the edge, sweat shining on their backs, making their asses seem rounder and softer.
"Fuck me Kristen! Fuck me, baby!" Janet moaned again. "Oh! Kristen! Kristen! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, KRISTEN!" she screamed.
Both of them cried out, slamming their asses tightly together, pinning Jerry's hand between them. They shook in orgasm, moaning and jerking around, cramming as much cock in them as they could. Each shudder from one sent the other into another shudder. It seemed to last forever as they climaxed, bodies roiling with waves and waves of spasming pleasure.
Kristen felt her muscles tightening, and then it was as if she were drowning in sensations. Cum sensations. The fullness in her ass and cunt made her eyes roll back, and her hips arched, pressing hard against Jerry's hand. She could actually feel the tickle of Janet's cunt hairs on her sensitive twat, and the cum-juices trickling down her thighs. Sparks and lights went off in her head, and she thought she might pass out from the intensity of it all, but she did not. She rode each delicious wave, surfing each one down into her cunt, flowing out between her cuntlips and down her cream-slick thighs.
Janet's cunt contracted and gripped the dildo hard. She could feel Jerry's hand trapped against her vulva, hot and hard. Her tits seemed to be swelling up, and her nipples were brushing the coarse fibers of the rug. Her ass arched high, and she could feel the heat of Kristen's spasming cunt near hers. The dildo pressed against her cervix, giving her a full feeling. Her stomach bulged out, then contracted only to relax and bulge again with the feeling of being crammed full of thick cock. Her cream was flowing, and she could feel her crotch was slick with juices. Each of Kristen's shudders was like an electric pulse to her clit, making her shudder in response.
Jerry pulled his hand out, and Janet felt Kristen's sopped cunt splat against hers. She arched back, trying to grind her pussy against the wet blonde's. They both tried, bouncing back and forth until they felt another wave wash over them. The second orgasm was unlike the first. This was more sensual, sexy, and warm. The first had been full of fire, passion, and need. This was icing on the cake.
The two sweaty women sank to the floor, the dildo still in their cunts, although almost out of each one. Jerry gently removed it from their pussies, and also gently removed the vibrator from Kristen's ass. They shuddered and jerked as he removed the toys, then lay still in a limp tangle of glistening legs, asses, and cunts. Jerry lovingly caressed their sweaty behinds, running his hands down the backs of their thighs.
"Janet," Kristen said hoarsely.
"Hmmm?"
"I love you too," Kristen said.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Jerry's cock pressed against Janet's waist, and she smiled. "I think we forgot someone," she said softly.
Slowly they both sat up and smiled at Jerry. "You liked our little show?" Janet asked.
"Yes!" Jerry said. "I'm so horny I could cum right now!"
Kristen looked up at him. "Then do it," she said, thrusting her tits forward. "Cum all over us."
Jerry's cock ached, standing straight out like a metal rod. Pre-cum oozed down from the hole, forming a droplet under the head. Kristen leaned forward and extended her lower lip to remove it, letting it form a string as she moved back, licking it off her lip. Jerry groaned.
"I know what he wants," Janet cooed.
Moments later, Janet lay on the floor with Kristen's ass over her chest, arched up for Jerry's entry. Kristen's tits pressed between Janet's thighs, and Kristen's hands gripped Janet's calves. Jerry sank deep into Kristen's sopping wet pussy.
"Ohhh Jeeezzus!" Jerry moaned.
Kristen gasped, then sighed as his cock began sliding in and out of her slippery hole. Janet caressed her friend's legs, her ass, and belly. "She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Janet said to Jerry. "And so hot and wet. Fuck her. Go ahead, I know you want to fuck her and cum in her. Do it!" Jerry moved faster, trying to restrain himself in Kristen's beautiful cunt. Her body glistened with sweat, and with her ass high, offered to him, Jerry was straining not to shoot too soon. He wanted it to last, for her as well as for him.
Janet wasn't helping matters. "Shove that cock up her cunt and fuck her!" Janet teased. "Make her cum all over that beautiful cock of yours. She wants you to fill her with cum. Cum in her cunt!"
Jerry pumped faster, his cock throbbing and straining. It felt like his cock was a steel ramrod, plunging in and out of Kristen's soft flesh. Her cunt made squishing, slippery noises, and the way she moved her butt against him made Jerry grimace to keep his resolve.
"Ohh yes! Cum in me, Jerry!" Kristen moaned. "Fill me with cum! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Jerry felt his balls tighten from her moans.
"Yes!" Janet added. "I want to eat your cum out of her. Let me lick your cum off her cunt. Soak her. Soak her with cum!"
Jerry's cock exploded, gushing thick sperm into Kristen's cunt. He thrust deep into her, pressing her mons down onto Janet's chest. She could see his cock swell between her cuntlips with each pulse, and feel the tension in his legs as well as all through Kristen's sweat-slicked body. Jerry spurt and spurt into Kristen, feeling like his body was draining itself dry in her, trying to fill her sucking cunt to capacity with his sperm. At last he stopped, feeling the thick warmth surrounding his cock inside her. Kristen was moaning softly, and grinning broadly.
Janet pulled Jerry back, and as his cock plopped out of her, he dripped sperm onto her neck, the soft, wet cock hitting her mouth and chin with a wet splat. Janet licked the head, then pulled Kristen's cunt to her mouth. Opening her mouth wide, Janet began sucking the length of the blonde's slit, lapping up the sperm and cunt-juice that flowed out of her beautiful friend's snatch. Janet shoved her tongue inside Kristen's hole, withdrawing it covered with their rich, creamy mixture. Janet lapped and sucked at Kristen's pussy, making the blonde climax twice. When she finally finished, her face and neck were slick with their juices.
Kristen rolled off, sat up, and kissed Janet deeply, licking her own cum mixed with Jerry's semen from Janet's lips and face. The two girls hugged and kissed a last time, then looked at Jerry.
"Hard again!?" Janet teased.
"Nobody could stay limp watching you two," Jerry smiled.
"Can you cum again?" Kristen asked.
He shook his head. "Not for a while," he said. "I need a shower and maybe a quick nap before I'll be 'recharged'. You girls have drained me!"
They laughed, and Jerry went to shower. The two girls sat on the sofa, gently touching and kissing each other.
"You know," Kristen began, "I never thought it would be so good with another woman."
Janet smiled. "Oh, you're so sweet and sexy I could just hold you close to me forever!"
Kristen smiled at her. "I-I'm glad it was you. For my first time."
Janet kissed her softly. "First and always."
"Janet," Kristen said between soft kisses. "I love you."
They embraced and kissed, caressing each other tenderly.
"I knew I was falling in love with you the other night," Janet confessed.
"What? When?" Kristen asked.
"When Jerry was fucking my ass and you were masturbating in the bathroom."
"But...how did you see me?" Kristen asked.
"The night light in there. Remember? I could see right through your nightie. The mirrors in the bedroom showed you clearly," Janet said, smiling.
Kristen blushed.
"I knew then that I wanted you, and that my feelings for you were deep. That's why I came so hard. I knew you were watching," Janet added.
"I-I felt perverted doing that. Like a peeping Tom," Kristen said, looking at the floor.
Janet lifted her face and smiled. "No, next time I want your tongue in me while he fucks my ass."
"You mean that?" Kristen asked, her eyes wide.
Janet nodded. "Yes. Just so I can have my tongue in you too!"
Again they kissed.
This trip may have started out all wrong, Kristen thought, but it's sure turned out wonderful!! | 1 |
1,657 | A Brother's Love | "Jamie, come on, wake up!" David's voice was soft and warm in her ear.
"Mmmmmm..." Slowly Jamie drifted into awareness; her brother's strong arm around her waist as he gently nuzzled the back of her neck.
"Wanna do it?" he asked. "I mean, you've been running around all evening in nothing but those stupid leotards and I'm...kinda all worked up, you know?"
"Tough shit," Jamie mumbled, pulling the stiff hotel sheets back over her shoulder, "use your hand."
Silence -- for the moment.
"Bet you want it just as bad as I do," David whispered again, voice soft and persistent.
"Yeah, and how do you know?" Jamie asked. The question conveyed both irritation and curiosity.
"'Cause," David replied, utterly sure of himself.
Jamie sighed.
Sometimes her brother acted as if he could read her mind, as if he possessed some magic that allowed him to look right through whatever she said or did into her deep, personal core. It could be kind of scary sometimes, other times (like right at that moment) it was almost...comforting. And the fact was, now that David had her awake -and especially after the shit they had both gone through that day -Jamie wanted some lovin'. Yes, she mused, one of her brother's long, gentle fuckings was just the way to put things right again. Still, she didn't want to appear *too* eager.
"Well...maybe," Jamie said. "What about you-know-who?" She nodded her head in the direction of the folding bed in the corner. A young girl, the daughter of their father's latest girlfriend, lay curled up in it, sleeping soundly.
"I'll be really quiet," David whispered. Almost immediately, his hand began to trail down her stomach.
"Uh-uh." Jamie rolled over onto her back. Taking her brother's hand in hers, she carefully placed it over the firm mound of her developing breast. "Start here..." she sighed.Curiosity finally got the best of Jamie, and she opened her eyes, just a slit, then tilted her head so slightly and so slowly that David would not detect that she was awake. She could see down the length of his body as he lay next to her.
Jamie almost gasped at the sight, but checked herself. Her brother lay on his back, wearing a white T-shirt and nothing else. His underpants were down at his ankles, and David was doing the oddest thing Jamie had ever seen anyone do in her life. He was holding his fleshy dick in his hand and was quickly rubbing the hand opposite Jamie up and down the rigid shaft.
Jamie didn't know what to do. She didn't know what she WANTED to do. At once, she was repulsed by the sight, but oddly, at the same time, the sight of what her brother was doing made her curious and excited.
She watched through the slits of her eyelids, wondering just what David was doing, wondering WHY he was doing it, and wondering how it felt to him. Oddly, as she watched, she became excited in a strange new sort of way. She could feel a stirring between her own legs, and it seemed to be caused by what she could see her brother doing between his.
David's movements quickened on the bed next to his sister. Jamie thought she could hear him make a sound, an odd, excited, moaning sort of a sound. She wanted to lift her head and open her eyes so that she could better see what he was doing.
Then she felt something. David had taken the hand closest to Jamie and suddenly placed it lightly over the mound of her pussy, between her slightly parted thighs.
Jamie could not contain her gasp of shock and surprise, but David seemed not to notice. He continued his rapid cock stroking, skinning the loose foreskin across the large, purplish head of his dick even as he tightened his grip on his sister's pussy mound. Jamie scrambled to her elbows, abandoning all pretense of sleep.
"Wha -- wha --" Jamie tried to form the words, but just then her brother's cock erupted.
"AAHHhhhhhhhh" David gasped as the first wad of cum arched over his bare stomach to impact high on his chest. The second went even farther, a drop of it splattering on his chin, then he loosed a long, steady stream of jizm, covering his T-shirt and stomach with thick ropes of pearly white. "Oh...God...yea..." he moaned, hips undulating, lost in orgasmic pleasure. Jamie was totally speechless, staring in wonder at the sight of her brother's cum spurting penis. Gradually the streams of teenaged sperm slowed to a stop. David gave his cock a few last strokes, then raised his arm and draped it over his face, covering his eyes.
"Ohhhh..." he said, exhaling with a long, quiet sigh, "I needed that."
Jamie finally understood what her brother was doing -- `jacking off' is what her girlfriends called it -- and now that she had seen the act, she didn't quite know what to make of it. She was amazed that David would do something so personal, so intimate in front of her. She was also amazed (and a bit frightened) at how hard her brother had come; the male orgasm seemed so...*powerful*. Could I come that hard, Jamie wondered? And with that thought came the realization that watching her brother masturbate had gotten her really, truly aroused. Oh, she knew about the pleasant, tingly sensation she got when she touched herself between the legs -- but that was NOTHING compared to what she was feeling now; hot and flushed, butterflies in the pit of her stomach, and a sharp, sweet ache where her brother's fingers lay curled around her denim-covered pussy.
"Oh man," Jamie whispered, "are you...all right?"
David slowly uncovered his eyes and grinned. It seems so natural to him, Jamie thought. Does he jack off in front of girls all the time?
"Yeah, I'm all right!" David answered enthusiastically. Then, seeing the look of confusion and uncertainty on his sister's face, added softly, almost apologetically, "Oh, uh -- I'm sorry sis. I didn't mean to wake you, but sometimes I get hard in the morning and I just gotta....you know, take care of myself." He tilted his head, looking at his sister with curiosity, "I mean, you do it too, don't you?" he asked.
"Well, uh...yeah, sometimes. Like in the shower."
"Feels good afterwards, doesn't it?"
Jamie nodded, returning her brother's good-natured grin in spite of herself. God, he really WAS comfortable discussing this.
"Uh, Davie..." Jamie asked, voice soft and hesitant.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you touching me?"
David glanced down the length of his sister's body. His hand was still resting comfortably on Jamie's sex mound, the fingers trailing into the area between her thighs, and Jamie had the distinct impression that David had put his hand there without even really thinking about it. For a long time, he was silent.
"Uh, well..." he finally answered, "I guess I thought that...uh, you know, you'd want to get off too."
More silence. Slowly, tentatively, Jamie pushed her crotch towards her brother's enveloping hand.
"Jamie, I'm a mess. Let me take a showe --"
"No." Jamie was scared, excited, and very, very determined to experience what her brother had. "Do me!" she hissed.
David turned to Jamie and raised his body, supporting himself on one arm as he lay on his side. He smiled into her eager, curious expression for a moment and then looked down her warm, budding body to where his hand cupped his sister's pussy mound.
Jamie felt a thrill as he squeezed her there, the pressure and electric feeling causing her to open her legs a little for him.
"Ohhh," the sound whistled out between her lips.
"Jamie, I..." he hesitated, a look of odd embarrassment on his face.
"What?"
David looked down at the strip of mattress between them. "I don't really know how to get a girl off," he admitted.
Jamie sighed in excited exasperation.
"You don't know how?"
"Well," he started, "I never really...touched a girl...down there before."
"Well, you were touching ME."
"Yeah, I know," he replied sheepishly.
Jamie sat up and looked into her brother's face for a moment, and then with both hands, reached down and grasped the waistband of her shorts. Lifting her ass from the mattress, she pulled her pants down and off of her. David saw the alluring, newly grown, tuft of dark pubic hair at his sister's crotch as she pulled her white pants down over her rounded hips and then worked them off her legs and lay back.
Jamie looked up into his astonished expression for a moment and then said, "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Do me. Do me like you did yourself."
"How? There's nothing to jack on," he said as he looked down at the fuzzy mound of his young sister's naked pussy.
Jamie snorted impatiently. "Look," she said, laying back and placing her middle finger gently down into the cleft between her pussy lips.
David watched as the tip of her finger sank down between the soft-looking, down-covered pillows of her sex.
"You just do this," she explained as her brother watched her begin to gently move the tip of her finger around between the soft pillows of pussy in a slow, circular motion, as if she were rubbing some special spot in there.
David watched her diddle herself for a few moments, seeing the muscles of her legs tense as her finger worked in the crack of her sex, the same way his leg muscles tensed when he jacked on his cock. He looked up at her pretty face and saw that her eyes were closed and she had an odd look of concentration on her features.
"How does that feel?" he whispered to her.
"Good," she dreamily answered and then opened her eyes, "but it would feel better having another person do it to me."
Jamie stopped her masturbating and reached over and took her brother's hand, pulling it down to the soft hair between her open legs.
"You do it," she instructed.
David gently worked his middle finger into the tight space between his sister's soft pussy lips. He was surprised that it was so wet and slick between the dainty mounds as he felt his finger slide easily around.
Jamie gasped and closed her eyes as David's finger made contact with the hard little knot, just down inside her slit, and he watched her legs tense again and her toes curl. He knew that he had found her sensation spot. It must be the same thing as that receptive, sexually ticklish place he had just under the head of his penis.
"Yes!" he heard her whisper and saw the muscles of her flat stomach tighten. "That's it. Rub me there, David. Gently though."
David began to swirl his slickened fingertip around on that soft knot of flesh, watching his sister work her pussy back up to meet his finger and hearing the breath whoosh from her lips and nose as he did it. He could hear a nasty, slick, wet sound coming from her pussy as he worked his finger in it. "Ohhhh, yes!" she whispered loudly.
In spite of her excitement, David pulled his finger from his sister's warm, furry crotch and looked at it. It was moist with clear, thick sexual fluid. He put it to his nose and sniffed it excitedly. It smelled like a spicy mixture of old pee and feminine sweat, but there was something else about the heady odor of his sister's most intimate area. Something about the enticing fragrance of girlish pussy that made his spent cock go suddenly strong and rigid as a pipe again.
"What are you doing?" Jamie asked, looking up at him, red-faced, her voice a mixture of both impatience and embarrassment.
"I wanna see it," David answered as he hastily scrambled to his knees. Leaning low over Jamie's stomach, he planted an awkward kiss just above her pubic fuzz (once again catching the enticing aroma of his sister's sexual scent) then, reversing himself on the narrow bed, pressed his feet against the far wall. David wrapped one strong arm around his sister's leg, holding it still as he lay his head gently on the exposed thigh, then with trembling fingers, reached over and spread the lips of his sister's pubescent pussy.David was transfixed, gazing in awe at the moist, pink flesh of Jamie's vulva. Her clitoris was clearly exposed; the small bud poking out from its fleshy hood. Further down, David could make out his sister's vaginal opening, then the skirt of flesh that widened into her ass cheeks, then finally, almost lost in the shadow, the dark red rosebud of her anus.
"David!" Jamie moaned impatiently.
"Oh...uh, yeah." David suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He hunched over a bit more, bringing his face within inches of his sister's sex, then hurriedly placed his middle finger between her parted lips and resumed stroking.
"Mmmmmmmm...doitdoitdoit" Jamie groaned, her thigh muscles tightening against his cheek as she rotated her hips. The spicy sex-scent of Jamie's pussy was deep in his nostrils, and as his fingertip circled her clitoris, he opened his mouth, exhaling onto her ultra-sensitive flesh.
"Oh Davie, I'm almost there..." Jamie whined.
David could no longer control himself; pulling his finger from her furrow, he wrapped both hands firmly around Jamie's ass cheeks and dragged her pussy to his waiting, hungry mouth.
"DAAAVVVVIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!!"
Jamie screamed in ecstasy, clutching her brother's thighs as she came. The orgasm was overwhelming -- it was as if her insides were being slowly shattered. David kept his mouth glued to Jamie's frantically bucking crotch, sucking her pussy lips, flicking his tongue rapidly against her clitoris, prolonging as best he could his sister's sweet agony. His mouth was filled with Jamie's tangy secretions, but David didn't care; in his passion he was willing to drink his sister dry, slurp up every last drop of her juices. He pushed his tongue-tip hard against her vaginal entrance, wanting desperately to enter the core of his sister's sex. The opening was clamped shut, however, and as Jamie uttered her last feeble gasps of pleasure, David gave up. Slowly, reluctantly, he released his grip on his sister's ass then allowed his head to fall backwards onto the bed.
For a long while both kids lay still, panting heavily, not saying a word. It was only the sound of their father, flushing the toilet in the bathroom, that caused them to jump from the bed and pull up their underwear. Wordlessly, they went about the morning routine of getting dressed for the day.
That evening, Jamie went to bed early. She didn't wear her usual shorts and T-shirt. She put on her lacy, black panties and a short, sexy, red camisole top that used to be her mother's. Looking in the mirror, Jamie could plainly see the evident curves of her budding body. The slight space between the lacy top and her bikini panties revealed the roundness of her hips and the narrowness of her waist where she had looked so boyish before. She also noticed that her breasts almost (but not quite) filled the sexy bra she wore. Heartened by the sight of her body, Jamie spent even more time in front of the mirror, brushing her hair and pinching her cheeks to give them a red blush. She then scampered into bed and lay waiting for David, her heart beating fast and a strange yearning in her vulva that she had never experienced before.
An hour went by, as she lay in the dark, but David didn't come.
When she had gone up to bed, her father and David were watching a movie on TV. She was sure that she had let her brother know she was going to bed.
Where was he? Wasn't she obvious enough?
Jamie suddenly felt an odd ache in her chest.
She got up from her bed and walked, in the darkness, to David's room. She could tell from the silence that everyone had gone to bed.
Why had David rejected her? she wondered as she reached for the doorknob to his room. She could feel the wet trickle of a tear as it dripped down her left cheek.
Jamie slowly opened the door to her brother's room.
The dim light from the window lit the figure of her brother as he lay in his bed, on his back, with his underpants off and his legs apart. She could hear him pant and see the blur of his hand as he masturbated urgently on his large, hard penis. For a long while Jamie stood there, wide-eyed and silent, watching her brother masturbate.
"David?" she whispered, trying desperately to keep the ache out of her voice. Jamie had never, ever felt so utterly worthless -- or alone.
For a split second David froze, then he became a flurry of motion as he grabbed the bedsheet and frantically yanked it over his exposed crotch. "Hey! Ever hear of knock--" he yelled, but then he suddenly realized that the negligee-clad figure standing in the doorway was his sister. "Huh?" he voiced in confusion, and then for the longest time David just stared; bedsheet in one hand, penis in the other, his eyes glued to his sister's ripe, young body.
"Oh, Jamie..." he whispered in awe, "you're gorgeous."
Never in all her life had Jamie heard such sweet words. She wanted to yell, jump up and down, scream at the top of her lungs. HE STILL WANTS ME!!! The rush of emotion was so intense her legs started buckling; she grabbed the doorjamb for support.
"Why...why didn't you come!?" Jamie cried at last, her voice echoing both joy and puzzlement.
David propped himself up onto his elbows. "Jamie, I...I..." he stopped, then shook his head. "C'mere," he growled.
Jamie stumbled to the side of the bed then dropped to her knees. David rolled onto his side and Jamie, having laid her head on the mattress, found herself staring straight into her brother's big, dark eyes.
"Jamie," David's voice was soft, almost pleading, "look. We can't be doing this -- it's not right. I mean...you're my *sister* for cryin' out loud. I'll get us both in trouble or--"
"Why?" Jamie interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Why ain't it right?" Jamie asked, voice soft and defiant.
David stared at his sister in disbelief. "Dammit, Jamie!" he exploded, "I'm supposed to take care of you and protect you, not--"
"But I liked it," she interrupted again. Then, softly: "and you did too, didn't you?"
Silence.
"Ahhhhh, Jamie!" David groaned, putting his hands over his face.
A part of Jamie wanted to make her brother pay for not coming to her bed, but even as she wished that she realized that David was feeling just as miserable as she had earlier -- maybe even more so. Jamie knew, without question, that he wanted to fuck her. Well...maybe not fuck, but he certainly wanted a repeat of that morning; but instead of jumping her bones David was trying to talk himself (and her) out of it! He was trying to do what he thought was right, trying to be the best brother he could be -- and it only made Jamie want him even more. Slowly Jamie got to her feet, standing over her brother as he lay curled in the bed.
"I turn you on, right?" she asked.
Slowly, hesitantly David dropped the hand covering his face and looked up at his sister. "Uh, well, I...uh...yes," he finally admitted. "I mean, ever since you got your ti-- I mean your breasts."
"That's okay. So you like my boobs, huh?" Jamie smiled seductively.
David nodded his head.
With deliberate slowness, Jamie peeled the camisole top over her head, dropped it on the bed, then reached one hand behind her back. David heard a muffled 'snap', then watched open-mouthed as the loose-fitting bra fell away from his sister's chest. Jamie shook her shoulders, allowing the straps to fall down her arms. Grabbing the flimsy material, she casually tossed the bra aside, then with open palms Jamie cupped her firm, luscious, teenage breasts; one in each hand.
"There, all yours," she said quietly.
David pushed his face to his sister's chest, feeling the soft, fleshy mounds against his cheek as he kissed her chest and then her hard left and then right nipple.
"Ohhh," Jamie gasped as she gripped his shoulders.
As her brother suckled her breasts, Jamie felt his hand push down into her panties and down to her vulva.
She didn't hesitate to open her legs a little and give him room to explore her most private area as she thrilled to the sexual effects of his mouth on her nipples.
David seemed to be overtaken by a lustful frenzy as he sucked his little sister's sweet breasts and pushed his finger deep into her dripping vagina, feeling her soft hair against his knuckles.
He wrapped his free arm around her soft, thin waistline and hauled her onto the bed so that she was laying in front of him with her crotch in front of his face.
Removing his finger, and smelling the sharp spiciness of her female fragrance, David pulled her silken panties down her legs and pushed his face between her thighs, thrilling to her sexual scent as he mashed his mouth against her soft vulva and thrust his tongue between her labia to taste her sweet, syrupy juices.
Jamie gasped loudly again as her brother took her sexually with his mouth and tongue. It was the most thrilling sensation she had ever experienced; her brother's face between her thighs and that hot tongue lapping at her clitoris. She wanted to think about how dirty it was... the thing that David was doing to her. But the immense, sexual urge in her was too great and she pushed her upper body to his, feeling his warm, lower belly on her breasts and the tickle of his pubic hair on her cheek.
Opening her eyes, Jamie could see her brother's erect penis and hairy balls right in front of her face while, all the while, she felt the thrills that his mouth was generating in her throbbing vulva.
Dreamily, Jamie began to kiss her brother's hard, warm shaft; she heard his gasp (and felt it at her crotch) as she kissed the sensation-charged head of his penis.
Propelled by her lust, Jamie licked the head of David's penis and felt it lurch against her lips as she did so. Then, without thinking about anything except the sensations of David licking her vulva, Jamie opened her mouth and took David's penis between her lips and began to suck.
"Awwww!"David squealed into his sister's wet pussy as he felt the warmth of her mouth engulf his rod. He began to lick and suck her with a fury even as he felt her return the sexual favors with her lips and tongue.
As the tempo of their sexual activity increased, Jamie sensed David's penis releasing a sweet, slippery fluid into her mouth. She delighted in its taste as she licked and sucked him more urgently and wrapped her arms around his buttocks to hold him to her. She could feel herself at the edge of climax and she felt she had to hold onto him to keep from losing herself in the feeling.
As his tongue motions took her to the brink and just before he made her body tumble into the abyss of total pleasure, Jamie felt her brother stiffen against her and hold her tightly as his penis began to forcefully spurt a thick, bitter-tasting, milky liquid into her mouth.
Jamie didn't care because, just after the first spurt, she began to climax herself.
It was the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced, and she was propelled through it by her brother's licking tongue and the tempo of the throbs of his rigid cock as it shot streams of sperm into her sucking mouth. Jamie, in the throes of her climax, swallowed each spurt greedily until both she and her brother were totally spent and laying together, panting on the bed.
It was Jamie who finally broke their mutual embrace, letting her brother's gradually softening cock slip from between her lips as she rolled over. The orgasm had left her weak and drained, and apparently David was the same way -- he was flat on his back beside her, completely motionless, eyes closed. Slowly Jamie sat up, then awkwardly (her legs didn't feel like working at all) she scooted around so she could lay next to him, resting her head on his pillow.
"Davie?" she asked quietly.
David opened his eyes and stared into his sister's face. Jamie's lips glistened, shiny with his cum, and a line of semen trailed from one corner of her mouth down to her jawline. He watched, completely mesmerized, as his sister scraped the last of his jizm from her face. Jamie stared in fascination at her cum-slicked fingers then, slowly and hesitantly, she wiped the sperm off onto her chest.
"Oh Jamie, I'm so sorry," David pleaded.
"Huh?" Jamie's voice was slow and thick.
"I came...you know...in your mouth. I'm sorry."
"No, no -- it's all right," Jamie replied, soothing her brother's agitation.
"But..."
"Hush." Jamie cut him off with a shake of her head. "It doesn't taste all that bad -- honest. Besides...I *wanted* you to cum. It makes me feel...I don't know...like a woman, I guess."
David looked questioningly at his sister. "Even in your mouth!?"
Jamie managed a smile. "Well, I hadn't exactly planned on that part, but so what? In fact..." Jamie paused, and David watched as her smile turned into a shy grin, "...I, uh...well, I kinda like this sex stuff."
"Oh Jezzzz," David's mouth hung open in disbelief.
"Well, what's wrong with it, huh? I mean, can't we have fun and love each other and maybe even make each other cum?"
David shook his head. "Jamie, I can't! I mean, what am I supposed to do -- go around all the time asking you for blow jobs?!"
"Well..." Jamie reasoned, "...how 'bout some of the time. Pick your night of the week. I'm available."
"Jamie, I'm serious!"
"So am I."
The two siblings stared at each other; Jamie with her playful, yet serious grin, David in shock and bewilderment. Yes, Jamie knew that her brother was very uncomfortable with the idea, but she also knew that he was a male. Specifically, a horny teenage male whom (at that moment, at least) she had total control over. Quickly Jamie shifted position; draping her leg over her brother's pelvis, she rolled over, trapping David's left leg between her thigh as she lay half on, half off of him. David's cock was resting beneath her hip, and as she started rotating her hips, her brother's sex began to stiffen.
Jamie's smile widened.
"Hey, let's do it," she breathed.
"Oh shit," David moaned, soft and low.
"C'mon, big brother," Jamie urged. The playfulness in her voice was gone. She had meant just to tease him, get him ready for another round of oral sex, but as soon as she felt David's leg pressing hard against her pussy and clit she knew that she wanted -- no, *needed* -- more than that. She needed her brother's long, hard dick as deep inside her as she could get it.
"I'm ready," she half groaned, half whined the words into David's ear. The ache in her pussy was intense, overwhelming. "I'm ready...!"
"NO!"
"Pleeeeeeessssee..."
David did the only thing he could think of. Reaching down, he jammed his hand between his leg and his sister's gyrating crotch; clutching at his sister's tender pussy mound, he covered her wet, open slit with his fingers, then slid the middle one into her tight tunnel, running it up to the palm. Jamie gasped. Rocking herself back onto her brother's pussy-clutching hand, she straddled her brother's hips, spreading herself as wide as she could; in response she felt a second finger sink far into her vagina.
"OhMyGod...fuckme...ohfuck," Jamie babbled into the side of her brother's face as David pounded his twin digits deep into her body, stretching her cuntal walls. Jamie bucked wildly -- at first grinding her pussy mound against his palm then, when she felt David's erection brush against her stomach, trying to pull herself off. David wouldn't let her go though, he kept grabbing her by the ass to pull her back down! She was trapped, impaled on her brother's fingers! Again she tried, but now his thumb was in the act, circling just above her mons. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, the sensation of her brother's fingers wiggling back and forth deep inside her vagina was simply too much, and when David's thumb finally connected with her clit, it drove her over the edge.
"Oh FUCK!" Jamie cried as her orgasm hit -- full force.
David felt pain -- the pain of his sister's fingernails digging into his shoulders. Stifling his own cries, he braced himself against the bed and let Jamie cum long and hard on his hand, shrieking and yelling. She practically bucked herself off of his body. Finally, with a long wail into his ear, Jamie collapsed, spread eagle over his body, utterly exhausted.
It must have been a good five minutes before Jamie stirred, lifting her head from her brother's chest. Her eyes were small slits of lust and anger.
"Damn you," she pleaded, "will you *please* take my cherry."
"I won't -- not without some protection."
"Davie, I don't care, I just gotta--"
"No. I love you too much to get you pregnant."
Jamie dropped her forehead to his chest. For a long while she was silent.
"I get it," she replied at last, her voice a mixture of sarcasm and resignation, "I hate you now, but feel really grateful in the morning, right?"
"Somethin' like that," he replied, gently.
"OK. I hate you." Jamie said, but even as she spoke David was wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, enveloping her body in a tight, loving embrace. With a long, ragged sigh, Jamie buried her face into the crook of David's neck.
"You're hard again, aren't you?" she finally asked. David stared down at his erection. It was throbbing in time to his heartbeat.
"Yes."
"Uhhh...should I do something about it?"
"If you still want to."
For a long while Jamie did not move. Then, with a small, sad smile (to herself, mostly) she slithered down her brother's body, pulled his cock to her face, and opened her mouth...
In the three years since that night, David had been true to his word. Although he had made love to his sister many, many times, not once had he done it without a condom. | 4 |
1,663 | The Fire Inside | "Please don't answer that," I begged of her. "You know I have to, David. Come on, let go of me," my wife replied impatiently. I reluctantly released her and let her withdraw my penis. I already knew who it was. The hospital needed her for an emergency, and I would once again be left with nothing but two overused hands.
She hung up the phone and rushed to get ready. "I'm sorry, honey. They need me. I'll only be an hour or two." My response was bitter, "Just go, Heidi, I'll spend another romantic evening with myself." Heidi scowled at me and walked out of the room without saying a word. Maybe I was too harsh with her, but my needs constantly took a backseat to her busy career. I was so disgusted with her that I was glad she was gone.
I heard the door to the garage slam shut, and in a moment, she was on her way to the hospital. I lay there, still aroused from the feel of her soft, supple body. She had been riding me oh so slowly and teasingly before she got the call. Those big breasts and long brown hair dangled in my face. Whenever this happened, I usually popped in a porno (that she refuses to watch with me) and took care of myself, but lately that only served to depress me more than it did to satisfy.
Frustrated beyond words, I threw on a robe and went down the hall to check on Casey, our daughter. We had just put her to bed before we started to make love, and I hoped to calm down by looking in on her, but something went wrong. My mistake that night was not jerking off before I left the room to attend to other business. Heidi had left me mid-intercourse 3 times this week, and I was probably legally insane with depraved lust caused by sexual deprivation.
I peeked in on Casey through a crack in the door and found her sleeping soundly. She was lying on her side, facing away from me with one leg drawn up. Her pink panties were exposed for me to see. They were an old, worn-out pair that did little to conceal her backside beneath. At the tender age of 11, she was beginning to take a slightly womanly shape, yet she retained most of her physical charm as a cute, little girl. I studied her tender body, visually savoring the sight of her curvy little legs and pink, round bottom. My heart began to throb with guilt and a taboo fascination that was unbecoming of a good father.
I figured I could sit on the edge of her bed and satisfy my curiosity without her ever knowing, and without actually crossing that delicate line. But I figured wrong. She remained sleeping as I gently touched her legs and behind. She was so smooth, like a baby, and very soft when I squeezed her buttocks. She moaned in her sleep and rolled over onto her back.
I could not help myself. I just had to touch those budding breasts until her tiny nipples became erect. The stimulation finally woke her. "Daddy?" she asked, confused and groggy. "It's okay, Hun. I just came to see how you were sleeping," I lied. Casey looked down at her nipples and back over to me. Her eyes were puffy from sleep, and she couldn't figure out what I was doing there.
"Do you want to stay up a little while longer and watch a movie with me?" She slowly sat up and spoke, "I'm tired, where's Mommy?" I told her Mommy was on call, and to wait for me while I went to get the movie. When I returned, she was still sitting, but she had dozed off again. "Come on, Casey, wake up and watch this with me." I nudged her, and she woke with a scowl on her face. It was the same look Heidi had given me just before she walked out the door. I ignored it and popped the tape in her VCR.
The movie opened with a man sitting on a couch talking with a big-busted blonde. The dialogue was terrible, and Casey called me on it. "This is boring, and why is it all grainy like that? You woke me up for this?" I became angry, but simmered myself down and told her to be patient. "Give it a chance, Casey, it just started." On screen, the two bad actors began to kiss and pet each other.
"I thought you didn't like love stories, Dad," she said.
"Sure I do, Hun, just certain kinds of love stories."
Now the actors began to remove their clothes, and within seconds, the beautiful blonde had her lips wrapped around the man's hard cock. Casey was stunned, her mouth dropped open. She didn't even notice that I had a hold of her hand and was about to place it in my lap. She suddenly jerked away. "What are you doing? What is this crazy movie? Is this a porno?!" she yelled.
I took her hand again and held it firmly. I opened my robe and exposed myself to her. "Casey, I want to show you how much fun this can be. You're going to be a woman soon, and you have to learn how to please a man. I don't want you to grow up to be like your mother and be a tease all the damn time!"
"What are you talking about, Daddy?" she asked me in stark confusion.
"I'm sorry for yelling, baby, just trust me, okay?"
She nodded her head and watched me cautiously. She only resisted a little as I placed her soft, little hand at the base of my cock. I immediately began to harden at her touch.
She was a good little girl and stroked me exactly as I instructed her. The porn had become interesting again, with the simultaneous touch of a woman. I planned to cum in her hands and end the night before it went too far, but all logic was replaced with lust. I startled her by suddenly rolling atop of her and pulling her ankles until she was flat on her back. She yelped in surprise and instinctively closed her legs.
"Open up, Casey. I just want to see." But she refused, shaking her head "no". "Dammit!" I yelled in anger. I gripped her ankles and pried her legs apart, revealing a damp set of panties. Casey stopped fighting, but she would not look at me. She was embarrassed that she had become aroused watching a dirty movie.
I reached for her panties and pulled them up to her calves. Then I went for it. Her pussy was tiny, so it took some effort to get my swollen dick into my baby's pussy. It's a good thing she was somewhat moist, because it helped slide and guide me in. After a moment of pushing at the entrance, vaginal resistance gave way, and I accidentally inserted six and a half inches into the tightest virgin pussy I will ever know. Casey inhaled deeply and reflexively.
Her face lit up, her eyes grew wide, and she screeched like hell. I, on the contrary, also inhaled deeply, but for me it was agonizing pleasure. I held the entire length in her tiny twat, allowing the girth to stretch around me. She beat me with her fists and screamed for me to get off her, but that just wasn't going to happen.
I placed her ankles upon my shoulders and leaned in until my chin was on her forehead. She grunted with new pain, feeling the weight of my body fold her in two and pin her painfully against the bed. Now I began to thrust in and out, enjoying the sensation of hot, wet, 11-year-old pussy. She could barely struggle, seeing how her feet were almost tucked behind her head. She said, "UH! UH! UH! UH!" as I pounded her lovely, young body into the mattress.
Despite Casey's futile protests, I continued to fuck her as hard as I could. Somehow, she managed the strength to push me a few inches from her and attempted to speak, "Stop it, Daddy! Stop it! Oh, ow! Ow! It hurts!" There was that scowl again, and this time I wasn't going to take it. I jumped off of her and grabbed her by the hair. "Come here, you little cunt!" I bellowed, and dragged her kicking and screaming down the hall to my bedroom.
Heidi came home sooner than expected and heard strange noises coming from upstairs. She hopped the two flights and stopped cold when she saw Casey's damp panties on the floor. She bent down to scoop them up and trotted off towards her bedroom to investigate. She switched on the light and saw nothing but a messy bed and a porn flick playing on the screen. 'What the hell is going on here?' Heidi thought worriedly to herself. Then she heard what sounded like groaning from her own bedroom and raced there, worried that David was in trouble too. She quietly and cautiously peeked around the corner and into the room and almost fainted at what she saw.
She saw me, her husband, standing behind Casey, our precious, young daughter, fucking like two animals. It shocked her how small Casey looked with me viciously fucking her. She stood there, unable to speak or act. I'm not sure how long she had been watching, but I had been pummeling Casey's pretty, little ass for almost 10 minutes when she finally walked in on us.
"You Monster!" she shouted in fury, "you fucking piece of shit!"She was understandably livid and came at me with fists swinging. I pulled out of Casey's ass and grabbed Heidi by the hair just as she got to me and used her momentum against her. She went sailing into the wall at full speed and smacked her head. She fell hard. I picked up Casey and threw her onto the bed and told her to stay put. Heidi was disoriented and trying to stand. I grabbed her hair and pulled back.
"What have you been doing, you asshole?" she asked me.
I replied, "I've been having rough sex with our daughter. As a matter of fact, I just had my cock up her ass before you walked in and ruined everything. Don't believe me? I can prove it, sweetheart." I shoved my dick in her face and fucked her mouth. "Can you taste your daughter's ass on my cock, Heidi? Isn't it good?"
My wife gagged in revulsion and got away from me, but only for a moment. I tackled her to the floor and pinned her, face-down. I pulled her surgical scrubs down to her thighs, exposing the most beautiful MILF ass. I was so in love with her butt, and it was a cruel joke that she never let me go there. But tonight, I was calling the shots because I was fed up with being bossed around by the spoiled women in my life.
Heidi knew what I was up to and screamed in protest, but her cries only excited me more. "You know, if you hadn't been struggling with me, maybe my cock would still be somewhat lubricated, but now you've forced me to work with what I've got." Heidi wiggled around, fighting to be free, but all she could do was jiggle her incredible ass before me. I wanted it so bad I could taste it (no pun intended).
I pushed down between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned as I tried with much effort to insert my dry rod into her resisting asshole. But I was determined to finally have this after 12 years of denial. The head found its way in and Heidi cried out in pain. Now all I had to do was bear down and bury it. "Oh my God!" my pretty wife shrieked. My tool was inserted to the ball sac.
She hated it, I loved it. "Oh god, finally," I said. I tried to pump away at her, but it was so dry that friction prevented much movement. My cock pretty much just stayed completely engulfed as I slammed her hips into the carpet. She was so loud, wordlessly cursing me and crying for help. Tears streamed from her eyes as she wailed in extreme discomfort. I reached my arm around her throat and pulled back, cutting off her oxygen. She fell silent and turned an unhealthy shade of blue.
"Who's the man of the house?" I asked her. She said nothing, and her legs kicked the floor behind us. "Who's the man of the house, Heidi?" I raised my voice to her. I pulled back harder, and pushed my pelvis into her as hard as I could. She tried to speak, but could not. I did, however, see her mouth the words, 'You are.' I was satisfied and released my death-grip on her.
I had been so involved with my wife's behind that I forgot about Casey. I was surprised to find her sitting at the edge of the bed, tracing lazy circles around her little clitty. "Do you like what I'm doing to Mommy, Honey?" I asked her. "I'm not supposed to," she said shyly, but she continued to touch herself.
"Mommy got to taste you, so now it's time for you to see what she tastes like," I said sweetly to my loving daughter. I ordered my wife to strip and sit next to Casey on the bed. I positioned our little girl on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed and instructed Heidi to keep her in place in case she struggled.
I stood over Casey and told her to open her mouth. She did as she was told and allowed my cock into her mouth for the first time. Such a small mouth she has. My cock slid right down her narrow throat, so that I could see the impression it made from the outside. Heidi looked horrified and almost said something, but she kept her mouth shut when I cast a glare in her direction.
I slowly fucked Casey's sweet, innocent, young face with increasing pleasure while her naked mother held her down. "Good girl, Casey, good girl," I told her in praise. I increased the pace, repeatedly ramming my boner down her throat as she began to kick.
Casey gagged violently and even spit up a bit, but I would not show mercy. I loved seeing her belly convulse each time she gagged on her daddy's penis. She was drooling all over herself and trying to push me away. "Dammit, Heidi, hold her!" I yelled at my wife, but she protested, "Maybe she's had enough, David."
I slapped her across the face and repeated myself. Heidi did what she was told and held Casey firm. Casey was fighting for air and turned her head from side to side, but my cock stayed firmly inside her head. I pushed my hips in and out, feeling my balls on her little nose and the swollen head of my dick at the center of her throat. I wanted so bad to end it right there, with a massive load implanted in my daughter's tummy, but there was something that needed to be done.
I reluctantly withdrew from her face and sat her upright on the mattress next to her mommy. I started to stroke myself towards the finish line and I told them to each place a hand on my balls as I built myself up to a fantastic orgasm. They complied with my request and lovingly fondled my nuts. "Heidi, I want you to show our baby girl how much you love her with a nice kiss."
Heidi looked at me nervously, and then my two lovely girls faced each other.
"Yeah, that's it."
Casey was unsure, but her mother showed her how with an erotic mother-daughter smooch. The sight of this incestuous kiss was the straw that broke the camel's back. Frustration, dating back to the early years of this near-celibate marriage, welled up within me.
I had finally done what was necessary to expel this evil energy. Wads of gooey, sticky cream fired from my aching cock and splashed the faces of my two pretty girls. I coated them both in a bath of their father's/husband's cum. They continued to make out until I finished. I stood there exhausted, watching Heidi clean my semen off Casey's face with her tongue.
She licked it off her cheeks, her eyelids and from her chin. Casey followed her mother's example and reciprocated the favor. I think I actually saw Heidi smile when her baby slid her tongue over her face, cleaning up the mess I had made.
"This is just the beginning," I told them, but they weren't paying attention to me. I headed for the shower, leaving two horny girls to themselves.
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1,717 | Christmas Presents | "I'm fine, Lenore." Joseph stared out at the snowy day, the heaps of snow on either side of the newly plowed road, and listened to his sister try to guilt him into coming to her house for Christmas. "I'll close down early, maybe stop by later."
"Love you too, little sister." Joseph rolled his eyes. She was a good kid, but by trying so hard to make him feel better, it just reminded him that he should be feeling sad. "Love you too, bye."
He swept the already clean floor of the Gas 'n' Go. It was not a bad day, actually. Three customers, no robberies. Not too bad for Christmas. Maxine had liked having the shop open on holidays, lots of free time for them to...
The customer, huddled in her overcoat for warmth, was looking about furtively. 'So let her drive off,' thought Joseph irritably. 'Merry Christmas, lady.' He hadn't had many drive-offs. Most of the locals knew him, and most of the tourists wouldn't care about the cost of a fill up. Of course, this lady, with her beat-up car and out-of-state tags, wasn't local and probably not a tourist.
The lady didn't drive off when she was done. Instead, she put the pump away and walked, slanted against the wind, to the store. Joseph noticed her shoes were not shoes, but thongs, 'flip-flops' as he knew them. Just looking at them made his feet cold.
"Merry Christmas!" Joseph said, with some semblance of merriness.
"Same to you," the lady replied, almost shyly. She hesitated in front of the counter.
"12.60 on pump 4?"
"Yes, well," the lady began. Joseph could see she was becoming more uneasy by the moment. He wished she'd just driven off. 'I'm really not in the mood for a Christmas-special sob story,' he thought.
The lady finally steeled up her courage. "I don't really have any money. Rather than just leaving without paying, I wanted to see if I could barter something for this tank of gas." To Joseph's amazement, she removed her wedding band, a healthy chunk of gold, and put it on the counter. "This is pure gold," she said quickly. "My h - my ex-husband paid over $100 for our wedding bands. I'm sure you could pawn it for more than the cost of your gas."
"Put your ring away, lady," Joseph said irritably. "Just get out of here and don't worry about it."
"Please." The lady was close to tears. "I don't want charity, and I won't be needing this any more."
"Give me your purse," the store clerk said gently. 'Why are you even carrying a purse if you have no money,' he thought.
She handed the purse to Joseph. Managing to smile, he opened it, dropped in the ring, and gave it back. "Don't worry about it. Have a Merry Christmas."
"That's nice of you, sir."
"Have a good day."
But instead of leaving, the lady took off her coat and lay it on the counter, next to her purse. Then she walked around to his side of the counter. "Wh-what? What are you--" Joseph stammered. He reached to hit the alarm, but stopped when the lady knelt in front of him.
"This year has been hell, and most of it caused by men," the lady said. "You've been the first man to be nice, truly nice to me in as long as I can remember."
"Look, it's ok." Joseph reached out to the lady, tried to pick her up. "You'll be alright."
But instead of rising, the lady stubbornly knelt in front of him. Joseph was nonplussed when she undid his belt. "I know it's going to be alright," she said, "But you've given me a nicer present than you realize." She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. "Now I want to give you a present."
"You, you--" Joseph tried to think of what to say to defuse this situation. "You don't have to do this," he said lamely.
"I know, Joseph," she said. "That's what a present means."
The lady pulled down his pants and underwear. Joseph might not have known what to do, but his penis did. It was already becoming erect. She stroked it, gently awakening it to its full 6-inch glory. Then she slipped it into her mouth. His penis throbbed in response to the touch of her tongue, the warm wetness of her mouth. Joseph gasped as she sucked the whole of his member into her mouth.
The lady let his penis slip out of her mouth and, looking up into his eyes, she licked it, up one side and down the other, like a lollipop. This she did a couple of times, her eyes smiling mischievously in response to his shocked expression. Then she turned her full attention to his penis, sucking it into her mouth, letting it slip back out, massaging it with both hands and her tongue. Then when it swelled in preparation for coming, she slipped his member back all the way into her mouth, sucking hard.
Joseph's whole body shuddered as he came in the lady's mouth. He gasped repeatedly for air as she sucked harder, not letting go until after his penis stopped throbbing in orgasm.
Then she stood, walking back around the counter, leaving Joseph standing there, his jeans still around his ankles, his penis wet and shiny from her ministrations. As she put her coat on, Joseph said impulsively, "I was just about to close and go to my sister's house for dinner. Would you care to join me."
"I don't know you or them," the lady smiled. "And you don't even know my name."
"It would give us a chance to know each other better," Joseph said hopefully. "That is, if you'd like to."
"You're a good man, Joseph." The lady leaned forward, pulled Joseph toward herself and kissed him. "I'd very much like to get to know you better." | 1 |
1,721 | Christmas Magic | "Now stop making such a fuss. People are looking."
"But I don't want to see him, Mum," protested Penny. "I'm twelve years old now. It's time we both stopped pretending."
The pretty youngster seemed oblivious to the crowd's curiosity, though it was difficult to ignore the jostling throng in the packed shopping mall.
"I didn't say that you had to believe in him," said her mother patiently. "I just want one last Christmas photograph of my little girl with Santa Claus. Is that too much to ask?"
"But I'll feel so silly. I stopped believing in all that Father Christmas stuff years ago."
"So, who do you think brings all your presents, Penny?"
"You and Dad, of course - who else would spend so much money on me?"
"Well, if you don't believe in Santa, perhaps you won't get so much this year," said her mother calmly.
The two walked silently while Penny thought about the implied threat in her mum's words. Even without speaking, Penny was aware of men's heads turning to watch her as she passed. Her slim hips swayed provocatively without her even being aware of the tantalizing motion. Her dark blonde, shoulder-length hair, which gleamed under the bright lights of the mall, emphasized the dark blue almonds of her eyes. Set in a pale, slim face, the dark luminosity of her eyes gave her an impish appearance. She was not conceited, but she was sensible enough to be aware of the effect that she had on the boys and, despite being only twelve years old, she was just recently discovering that older men were not immune to her charms either.
She did nothing to encourage the attention that she received. In fact, it was as much her air of innocence as her waif-like beauty that made her the object of so many men's desires. She was innocent enough not to understand why older men found her so appealing, but there was no doubt that they did.
Penny stopped at the window of the sports shop. She breathed a sigh of relief. They were still there - red leather boots and gleaming blades that reflected the colors of the winking Christmas lights. She'd set her heart on the ice skates and was adamant that they were the only thing that she desired in all the world. Her reflection stared back at her from the polished glass of the shop front, and, in her imagination, she blended the image she could see with the one in her mind. She could see herself in the skates, skimming over the ice, her short white skating skirt flying high to reveal her thighs - knowing in her heart that the admiring glances from the men were as much for the brief revealing glimpses of her panties as for her skating prowess.
"So beautiful," she murmured, lost in the vision of herself as the centre of attention at the ice rink.
"What was that, dear?" said her mother, not really paying too much attention.
"Aren't they the most beautiful skates you ever saw?" said Penny enthusiastically.
Her mother pretended disinterest.
"They look like skates to me," she said in a bored tone.
"They're much more than that. They're just perfect. Please, Mum, say that I can have them."
Her mother smiled mischievously. "You'll have to ask Santa then, won't you?"
Penny's face fell as she realized the implication of her mother's words. If she was to get the skates she wanted, then her mum would have to get what she wanted, and what she wanted was for Penny to visit Santa's Grotto. She thought about it for a moment, but there was no doubt what she would decide. No price would be too high to pay for those skates.
"Okay, you win," said the youngster with a rueful grin. "I guess it won't do me too much damage to visit Santa."
Penny had thought that it would be all over in minutes - a quick pose, standing next to Santa and a photograph. It wasn't a high price to make her mum happy, she thought. She had reckoned without the long line of kids in the queue, which meant she stood self-consciously aware that she stood inches taller than any of the younger children waiting eagerly to see Santa.
The queue shuffled forward slowly, and Penny prayed that none of her school friends passed while she waited. They would tease her for weeks if she was seen lining up with the younger kiddies to see Father Christmas.
Finally, it was her turn.
She entered the darkened grotto, and despite her nonchalance and feeling too grown up for all this nonsense, she felt the same thrill of excitement that she had when she was a lot younger. Even if you don't believe that he is real, even if, like Penny, a girl is simply too grown up for kiddie stories, Santa is still someone very special.
She felt a moment's dizziness as the world seemed to spin, and she thought that she would faint. Then the feeling passed, and she put it down to standing still for too long. Her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the dim light, and she took in the woodland scene that had been so cleverly imitated in the centre of a shopping mall. She had to admit to herself that the store had made a magnificent job of faking an enchanted forest.
A winding, leaf-strewn path lit by fairy lanterns guided the youngster through ancient, gnarled trees. Her eyes widened with enchantment as she began to forget that it was all fake. The tiny elves peering mischievously from behind the trees looked almost real. She could have sworn that as soon as she looked away, tiny figures flitted from tree to tree, but as soon as her gaze fixed on one of them, there was no sign of movement at all.
So intent was she on trying to detect the elves moving that she almost forgot that they were cleverly made models. She reminded herself that there was no such thing as elves or fairies, but the feeling that she was being watched remained. It was the same feeling that she had when she knew that a man was staring at her. Her tummy had the same tingling sensation, and the gentle pulse between her thighs was exactly the same.
She tried to dismiss the feeling - it was normally the prelude to touching the place where she felt so good, but this was hardly the time to do anything about it now. She shook her head and tried to concentrate on anything but the insidious pulse that was making her feel moist between her legs.
She wondered how far she had walked; it seemed an awfully long way - further than she remembered the distance from one end of the mall to the other. She was just reminding herself that there was no such person as Father Christmas when she rounded a tight bend in the path, and there he was. He was seated on a deep, wide couch, a bulging sack of toys on the ground next to him. Penny wondered how a couch had happened to be in the middle of a forest."It's a lot more comfortable than sitting all day on a knobbly log, Penny," said a soft deep voice that seemed to chuckle as it spoke.
Penny stared in astonishment at the white-bearded old man in the red cloak and black boots.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" she gasped. "And how do you know my name?"
The rotund figure shook slightly with invisible laughter.
"I've known you since you were a baby, Penny. You didn't think that I'd forget your name, did you?"
Penny recovered her wits enough to realize that her mum must have given her name to one of the assistants. It was clever the way they passed the names to Santa. The younger kids would think that it was really magic. She was pleased that the store had taken the trouble to do things so well, but she was too old to go along with it.
"Well, I'm not a baby anymore," she retorted, "so it's no use pretending that you're real."
Santa smiled broadly at her.
"I can see that you aren't a baby. You've grown up to be just as beautiful as I thought you would, Penny. You've always been one of my favorites, you know."
For a moment, Penny felt a warm glow at his words. His voice was deep and gentle, and she struggled hard to remind herself that this was just one of the store's employees. He was very good in the role, though.
Santa beckoned her closer and patted the couch next to him. She moved forward slowly and sat down, deciding that there would be no harm in playing along with him. He might be a fake, but there was no reason to be rude or offensive to him.
"So, have you been bad or good this year, Penny?"
"You should know that, if you're really Santa," she said mischievously. "Don't you know everything?"
"Of course I do, but it isn't important what I think. The real issue is whether you think that you've been bad or not."
Penny thought hard about that. It was a neat way of turning the question back onto her. What was she supposed to say? "Yes, of course I've been good; now give me a gift and take my picture so that I can get back to shopping with my mum"? She said nothing, wondering what Father Christmas would think if he really could see into her thoughts. He would know about the delicious feeling that she had experienced as she walked through the woods. Would he consider that bad? She was sure that just thinking about it didn't count, but if he knew that, then he would also know about the times when she was able to do something about the feeling. All those times, alone in her bedroom...
"Well," said Santa jovially, "do you think that you've been good enough to deserve those skates, Penny?"
"What? How did you know about that?"
"I told you, I know everything about you. So you'd better be truthful because I'll know if you aren't," he chuckled.
Suppose he did know everything. He'd know about all the things that she'd done that she did not want anyone to know. Oh god! Imagine if he actually could know everything. He'd know about the paperboy and...and...
She blushed deep red. He would know about Eddie too. All those emails and IMs. Thank goodness this was not real. She was sure that she would die if anyone ever found out about that. Despite her embarrassment, Penny found herself thinking about the sexy stories that Eddie had written for her. She could not help the warm glow that spread from her tummy at the thoughts that filled her mind. She shivered slightly as she remembered the way he had written about kissing her - and not just on her lips either. The way he had described his lips on her thighs, licking and kissing slowly upwards. So gentle and soft, but stirring such wild fires inside her.
She shifted slightly on the couch, feeling herself moisten at the memory of Eddie's tongue nudging insistently at her hot pussy lips. Almost forgetting where she was, her legs parted a little to allow Eddie's tongue to reach her most sensitive spot. She gasped with pleasure, and the sound made her suddenly aware of who was sitting next to her.
"The question is," said Santa's soft voice next to her ear, "do you think that you've been bad or good?"
"I-I don't know," stammered Penny, confused and embarrassed.
"I know it's more difficult to decide between good and bad as we get older, Penny. Things aren't as simple as they used to be, are they?"
Penny nodded silently.
"You're growing up, and all sorts of things are happening to you. Changes in your body and in the way that you think."
Penny nodded again, thinking to herself that it wasn't too difficult to work that out. There was no magic involved there.
"So, you've been good to your mum?"
"I think so - I do try," said Penny softly.
"I know you do, and I also know how proud your mum is of you."
Penny found herself caught up in the fantasy that this strange man actually knew something about her.
"And you work hard at your lessons?"
"Mostly," she replied honestly, thinking of the times that she had spent with Eddie when she really should have been studying.
"All work and no play makes Penny a dull girl," smiled Santa. "You don't have to feel guilty about Eddie."
"I-I don't know..." stammered Penny, blushing crimson.
Santa took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"It's all part of life and growing up, Penny. All perfectly natural."
"Yes, but..."
"No buts - you make your mum happy, and that makes your dad happy. And I know for a fact that you make Eddie happy. Now you have only two more people to make happy, and I reckon that's a good score for one year."
"Who?" said Penny, suddenly worried. "Who else do I have to make happy?"
"Me for a start," said Santa. "I'd feel a lot happier if you believed in me."
"But you aren't real," said Penny, "how can I believe in a made-up person?"
Santa leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, his hand resting lightly on her thigh.
"Did that feel real?"
"Yes, but..."
"But anyone could kiss you, is that it? Doesn't prove that Santa exists, eh?"
Penny nodded, suddenly aware that Santa's hand had moved almost imperceptibly. She wondered if she had imagined it, but then she felt it move again - just an inch, but the direction it was moving in was more important than how much.
"So you have imaginary kisses with Eddie, but he's real. Then you have a real kiss from me and say that I'm imaginary."
Penny laughed and shook her head, "That's just twisting words."
"No, it isn't. What about that lovely feeling that you get when men admire you? Is that real or just in your mind?"
"I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered in confusion.
"Yes, you do, Penny. You know exactly what I mean."
Santa's hand crept a little higher on the little girl's thigh. His touch was light but insistent as his fingers stroked her smooth skin just an inch below the hem of her short skirt. Penny held her breath, hardly able to believe that this was happening. Surely Father Christmas wasn't supposed to do things like that. She watched mesmerized as Santa's hand moved slowly but surely upwards. His hand was under her skirt now, caressing and stroking the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her leg, just above her knee.
"I-I think... I should... I mean, my mum will be waiting," she stammered.
"No rush, my dear," he said softly as his hand inched a little further along the young girl's inner thigh.
"W-what are you d-doing," she breathed almost inaudibly.
"Reminding you," he said gently. "You know? That feeling I was talking about - the one you get when men look at you."
Penny caught her breath as his hand pushed a little higher between her legs. She was aware that the feeling had never left her, and now it was growing stronger - stronger even than when she touched herself. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, which seemed to be getting harder and more knobbly with every second. She felt fresh moisture leak from within her vagina and gasped out loud as Santa's fingers reached the most sensitive spot just below the leg band of her brief panties.
She looked down to where Santa's thick wrist had pushed her short skirt to the top of her thighs. She watched intently as his gently caressing fingers stroked the tender flesh of her inner thighs. His fingertip brushed the hem of her panties, and Penny stopped breathing as she waited anxiously for the final step. The finger remained poised, and Penny looked up questioningly into Santa's twinkling blue eyes. He stared steadily back at the apprehensive young girl until her gaze dropped to where his hand was between her thighs.
"I-I really think you should stop," she said anxiously, her voice little more than a whisper.
"Why is that, Penny?" he said softly. "Could it be that you are remembering the feeling that I was talking about?"
Penny blushed deep red, knowing that what she was feeling now was very much stronger than anything she had felt before.
"It isn't my fault," she whispered guiltily, "I don't ask men to stare at me."
"Of course you don't, sweetheart. I know that you're a good girl," he said kindly, "but it feels nice just the same, doesn't it?"
The embarrassed youngster nodded reluctantly.
"And this feels good too, doesn't it?" he murmured, moving his hand the final inch so that his fingertips grazed the soft swelling beneath her panties.
Penny nodded, unable to speak.
"Nothing wrong or bad about that," said Santa, his fingertip resting gently against her panties. "It's the most natural thing in the world for a girl to feel good when she's touched there."
She inhaled sharply with surprise as he pressed gently into the soft swelling between her legs.
"No - you mustn't. Please don't touch me there," she whispered weakly.
"Doesn't it feel good when I do that?" he asked in a soft voice that seemed to challenge her to deny it.She shook her head no, but her lips whispered "yes" so softly that it was barely audible.
Penny gasped aloud as she felt his fingers trace a line along the moist cleft of her vagina. Nobody had ever touched her there. She'd talked about it and fantasized with Eddie about all sorts of things, but nobody had ever really touched her there - not even the paper boy who would have loved to if she had ever invited him in. She would never do that, though - she had seen how worked up he was when she left her curtains open and allowed him to watch her as she danced naked in her bedroom. She had even played with herself, knowing that he was watching through the window.
The memory of the paperboy and the sensations that Santa's fingers were causing made her wetter than ever. She shifted her bottom slightly on the rough, hard surface of the couch, hoping that Santa would not notice how wet her panties were.
"It's a bit hard, isn't it?" said Santa.
"W-what?" said Penny, wondering what he was talking about.
She knew what Eddie meant when he said that, but surely... No, he must mean something else. The thought of Father Christmas with a hard cock was too much to believe. The thought of Father Christmas with any kind of cock was something she had never thought about before.
"The log," said Santa gently, an amused smile tugging at his lips.
Penny looked and was astonished to see that the couch was indeed a log.
"It looks very scenic, but it's a bit hard on your bum after a while, isn't it?"
Penny nodded, too relieved that he wasn't talking about his cock to wonder what had happened to the couch. Then his words suddenly made her realize there was nothing to feel relieved about. She was sitting here with Santa's hand under her skirt. He was touching her vagina and...
"I really don't think you should be doing this," she whispered nervously.
Santa smiled at her and carried on talking as if she hadn't spoken.
"Hop up here," he said genially, patting his knee with his free hand. "It's a lot more comfortable than a hard tree trunk."
Penny opened her mouth to object, but Santa placed a gentle finger over her lips.
"Come on, try it," he said. "All the children sit on my knee."
Almost in a trance, Penny felt herself move. She didn't want to - she wasn't a child, but then she was fairly sure that Santa knew that already. She didn't remember climbing onto his lap - one moment she was sitting next to him, and the next moment she was there. His hand never moved from between her legs, but somehow she was sitting on his lap, and his fingers were as busy as ever, stroking her wet pussy through the thin cotton of her panties. She sat facing him, her slim legs either side of his. Her short skirt had ridden up to reveal her thighs, and Penny was acutely aware that if he looked, he would be able to see to the tops of her legs.
"You shouldn't be doing this to me," she whispered without much conviction. "It isn't right."
Despite her protest, Penny's breathing was growing deeper as the delicious feeling between her thighs grew. She whimpered softly and was unable to stop her hips pushing forward slightly, pressing her virgin pussy against Santa's teasing fingers. Santa responded by slipping his finger under the leg band of her panties. Penny felt him stroke delicately along the bare flesh of her sensitive pussy lips. She trembled violently as his finger eased carefully between the slippery folds of her vagina and began a slow rhythmic caressing movement.
Penny held his wrist and made a weak effort to stop him, but her strength was as sapped as her determination. Her feeble grip relaxed, and she watched, mesmerized as her small hand, resting lightly on his wrist, moved in time with the slow caressing motion of his hand.
Santa smiled benignly at her as he moved his finger up the moist slit of her young pussy and made the merest whisper of a contact with her tiny clitoris.
Penny gasped out loud at the rush of electric pleasure that seemed to lance from the tiny nub of erect flesh. Her breathing was fast and deep as the wonderful, intense feeling in her tummy blossomed outwards and suffused her body in its delicious ecstasy.
Even if she had wanted to, the innocent youngster could do nothing to stop the waves of pleasure that surged through her nervous system. She moaned softly as her supple hips pressed forward against the delicate pressure of his fingers on her quivering little clitoris. His fingers moved back each time she pushed forward, keeping the same tormentingly light pressure that was stimulating the most sensitive nerve endings in her trembling body. Her eyes looked up into his, pleading with him.
"Please," she whispered almost inaudibly, not knowing in her own mind if she was begging him to stop or continue.
Santa's free hand edged its way along the outside of her thigh, caressing with the same slow rhythm as his fingers were playing on her clitoris. His hand kept moving, past the soft swell of her hips and stopped at the waistband of her white cotton panties. Penny gasped and held her breath, knowing before he even moved that he was going to remove her panties. She wanted to resist him, but as his fingers grasped the thin elastic and began to tug firmly downwards, she found herself raising her bottom slightly from his lap to allow him to slide them down her legs.
She watched numbly as her panties seemed to fall away, and then they hung suspended on one slim ankle until she shook her foot and allowed them to drop to the ground. Then her panties were forgotten as Santa slipped his finger down along the open cleft of her pussy until he found her virginal opening. Penny shook uncontrollably as he insinuated the very tip of his finger into her tight little vagina. She cried out softly at the sudden invasion of her virginal passage, and her little pussy clasped the tip of his finger tightly as it slid teasingly back and forth a tantalizing inch inside her.
Santa's other hand was busy again, unfastening the buttons that held his red tunic closed. Penny watched as the buttons popped open one by one, but she no longer cared - all she could think about was the exquisite sensation that funneled through her little cunt to every nerve ending she possessed. So distracted was she by the turbulent feelings that were setting her on fire, she scarcely registered what her eyes were seeing as Santa loosened his belt and opened his trousers. A small part of her mind knew what he was doing - he was freeing his... his...
"Oh my God!" she breathed hoarsely as she caught her first sight of a man's erect penis.
She stared incredulously at the swollen shaft of pulsing manhood. Her eyes took in every detail of the thick, quivering hardness. To the little girl's eyes, it was impossibly large, and the bulbous head, scarlet and glistening with Santa's precome, was even thicker.
She allowed him to take her limp hand and place it on the hot, throbbing pole of male flesh. Her hand tingled at the touch, and she felt her little cunt clasp Santa's gently fucking finger even more tightly. He curled her unresisting fingers around his hard penis and encouraged her small fist to move up and down in a slow rhythm that matched his own gentle fucking of her tight vaginal passage.
Her hand continued to move of its own volition when he released it, and he moved his own hand to beneath her firm little bottom. Penny knew what was coming next as he drew her small body closer to him. Her lower body slid slowly towards where her little hand was slowly pumping Santa's cock. The head of his cock was pointing straight at her cunt. She knew...
She moaned with disappointment as his finger slowly withdrew from inside her, and she moaned again, anxiously this time, as the head of his cock nudged the bare lips of her dripping cunt. Her hand was still moving in an automatic pumping motion on Santa's cock as he guided the swollen end between the smooth, plump lips of her vagina.
He held her small hand in his, encouraging her to continue as he slipped the massive dome of his cock up and down between the soft folds of her little cunt. The pressure of her pumping motion and the sliding friction between his cock and her tiny cunt made her forget everything except that if the incredible feeling didn't stop soon, she would explode.
She was moaning helplessly - incoherent pleas for the feeling to stop when she felt the bloated head of his penis slide down to the tiny opening hidden between her vaginal lips. Her breathing stopped for a heartbeat as she felt the solid flesh of his cockhead dock with precise accuracy against her tiny cunt hole. Her breath escaped in an explosive gasp as Santa pushed the bulbous end of his swollen penis against the narrow entrance to her vagina. She shook her head in sudden panic as the reality hit her of what he was trying to do. She had known from the moment he unbuttoned his tunic, but that was knowing in her mind - this was really happening to her body.
"I don't want to do this," she whimpered in fear as he pushed harder, trying to enter her.
The helpless young girl cried out softly as she felt his hardness pressing against the resistance of her virginal opening. He pushed again, much harder, and the frightened youngster felt herself stretch under the pressure as Father Christmas sought admission to her young body.
She tried to say no as she felt herself stretching to accommodate the bulbous head of Santa's erection, but it was already too late. The pressure on her reluctant opening gradually increased, and she felt the swollen tip of his penis begin to enter her, slowly expanding her vaginal entrance to accommodate its girth. Penny felt a brief sharp pain as Father Christmas thrust harder and penetrated her tight passage another inch.The pain was gone in a moment, but despite her naive innocence, she knew that she was no longer a virgin.
None of the fantasies she had imagined about how it would be the first time had included the unbelievable reality that Father Christmas would be the one to take her virginity. She felt a brief pang of regret that she would never be the same again, but the thought was lost as his cock slid effortlessly into her wet and slippery young cunt, filling and stretching her velvet-soft vaginal passage as he penetrated her completely.
She whimpered softly as her aching cunt adjusted to the massive thickness that filled her to the core. Santa held himself inside the young girl, not moving, as he gave her a moment to get used to the invasion of her innocent little pussy. Penny could feel his pulse beating inside her vagina as his swollen cock throbbed passively inside her. She knew that it wasn't possible that he had actually put it inside her, but there was no denying that it was true, and she was amazed at how easily it had happened.
When he began to move within her, fucking her virgin passage with gentle care, she cried out as the waves of pleasure returned and rocked through her slim body.
The young girl began to moan with pleasure, and her hips rocked rhythmically upwards to meet his engorged penis each time it thrust back into her.
She had no control over what was happening to her, but her young body needed no guidance as it moved gracefully in time with Santa's thrusting penis. She clutched wildly at open air as she felt the incredible sensation building to heights that her even imagination could never have envisaged. Her tiny fist closed tightly on the heavy fabric of Santa's tunic as she felt his body tense and stiffen beneath her. Penny knew, at that moment, that he was about to come inside her.
His soft white beard tickled and caressed her face as he crushed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue forward between her lips. He probed the warm sweetness of her mouth, searching out her tongue with his. His lips pressed bruisingly to hers as he groaned into her mouth. His arms crushed her slim body to his, and Penny tightened her grip on his tunic as he gave a single determined thrust that drove his penis deep into her tight vagina. Her muscles contracted and spasmed in protest at the final brutal invasion of her virgin cunt.
The soft whimper that escaped her throat turned to a sudden scream of ecstasy, and her fingers tore wildly at Santa's tunic, ripping the buttons free as she felt his scalding sperm explode deep inside her and her own orgasm swept through her shuddering body. She shook uncontrollably as spurt after spurt of Santa's semen shot deep into her womb, keeping her orgasm at an incredible peak as it rolled through her, draining her of the last dregs of energy.
Then it was over. She clenched her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt Santa's softening penis slip from inside her, leaving her limp with exhaustion. Penny felt a wave of dizziness and leaned her head into Santa's chest for support. He cradled her gently as her eyelids drooped, and she murmured a faint sound of contentment.
She wasn't sure if she had dozed off, but she was disturbed by Santa reaching his arm around to the side and pulling a wrapped gift from his sack. Penny took the gift and offered her puckered lips for a kiss.
Father Christmas kissed her gently and whispered in her ear, "So, do you believe in Santa now, Penny?"
"I believe in what just happened," she whispered, "but how do I know that any of it was real?"
"Did it feel real to you?"
She nodded, "Yes, but..."
"So would you rather believe what you see or what you can feel?"
"What's the difference?" she asked, puzzled that Santa would want to discuss things like that after what had just happened.
"Look down," he said gently.
Penny's gaze dropped to the spot between her legs - the place where, just a few short minutes ago, she had felt Santa pump his thick sperm into her little pussy. There was no sign that anything had happened at all. Disappointed and relieved that there was nothing visible to betray her loss of innocence, she glanced around for her panties. Santa smiled broadly and lifted the hem of her skirt just enough to reveal that she was wearing them.
"But-but what... I mean, how? How did you do that?"
"What do you want to believe, Penny? Is it possible that you imagined it all?"
"No," she said defiantly, "I know what I felt, and it was real. I felt... I felt you... inside me."
"Of course you did, child," he stared meaningfully at her.
"I-I don't understand..."
"You believe what you felt inside you despite what your eyes are telling you."
"I suppose so," she muttered reluctantly.
"The only real things are what's inside you - what you feel. The spirit of Christmas is inside you just as much as it's always been, and that's where Santa Claus lives. Goodness and kindness are real things, and they're made real once a year in me."
Penny nodded slowly, seeing what he meant.
"So you're only real to people who feel goodness and kindness?"
"You've got it," said Santa proudly. "Just that, occasionally I have a very special person who needs to feel a little more than that."
"So, I guess I must believe in you then," said Penny, suddenly feeling happier than she had for weeks.
She stood up, ready to go. "Mum will be wondering where I am. I've been here for ages."
"Don't worry about that. How do you think I manage to visit so many children all in one night?"
Penny grinned happily, "Magic?"
Santa just smiled at her happy face.
A thought struck the youngster as she turned to go.
"You said I had two more people to make happy. Who's the other one?"
Santa laughed out loud and pointed at her. "Who do you think, Penny?"
She grinned and threw her arms around him. She kissed him hard and whispered in his ear.
"Happy Christmas, Santa. See you next year?"
Santa nodded, "Any year that you look for me, Penny, I'll be here."
She made her way along the winding pathway towards the exit. Her eyes still darting about to catch sight of one of the elves, still wondering how much of what had happened was real. Of course, Santa hadn't really fucked her - he'd just wanted her to feel him inside her.
Her mother was waiting by the cash desk at the exit.
"So was it really so terrible," she asked.
"No, it was wonderful," said Penny dreamily, and the radiant smile on her face confirmed her words.
"You look as if you're feeling the Christmas spirit inside you already."
"Oh, I have... I mean, I am," said Penny with a satisfied grin.
Her mother pointed to the gift-wrapped package that Penny was holding, "Aren't you going to open it?"
"I don't need to," said Penny happily, "I already know what's inside."
"You do?"
"Of course," Penny shrugged carelessly, "It's my ice skates."
"I don't think so," said her mother, amused at her daughter's naïveté. "Those skates cost a hundred times the entrance fee to Santa's grotto. The store would go broke if it gave everybody gifts like that."
Penny shrugged, unconcerned about the financial aspects.
"Santa doesn't give everyone expensive gifts," she said, knowing that it was true.
"So why would he choose you?"
"Santa told me that, once in her life and only once, every young girl gets a very special gift from him. I'm sure that this was my year."
"Sounds like a good publicity stunt," said her mother approvingly. "I suppose they know what they're doing."
Penny wasn't listening. Her grip tightened unconsciously on something small and hard in her hand. She glanced down at the small black button that was clenched in her fist. Her breath quickened, and her little heart beat faster as she looked back into the darkness of the grotto exit, a look of total wonder on her pretty face.
A tiny face grinned at her from behind a tree. She grinned back happily. The elf winked knowingly and was gone.
The End | 1 |
1,852 | Why, to Kay? | "So there I am, right? Three hours late to the fucking hearing because the first one ran long. HesterCon's counsel is sitting there like he wants to slit my throat, and I can tell the judge isn't any happier."
Jack nodded vaguely as he listened to Bill's story about a hearing he'd gone to the previous week, some attempt to lift a bankruptcy stay so their client could file suit against a co-defendant who was in Chapter 11, and thereby get at their liability insurance.
"Never mind that I've been calling all damn morning telling them I was going to be late," Bill droned on. "Never mind that it's not my damn fault Phillip made me attend two hearings thirty miles apart on the same morning. Nothing I could do but stand there and let the judge rip me a new asshole."
Jack took a sip of his beer. Something else had caught his attention. Over Bill's shoulder, beyond another clump of attorneys, he saw a pretty young woman he didn't recognize. She was mid-twenties maybe, shoulder-length blonde hair, athletic figure, standing by herself in a knee-length black cocktail dress, nursing a mixed drink.
The woman saw him staring and smiled at him, very briefly, before looking away again.
"...so then--"
Bill stopped talking and turned around.
"What are you looking at?"
"Who is that girl?"
"Oh. She came with Ray."
Ray was one of the junior partners, a holy terror who enjoyed lording it over new associates like Bill and Jack.
"Girlfriend?"
"Beats me. Probably."
"Why's she by herself then?"
"Ray probably dropped her there to tell everyone about his new Porsche."
"I'm going to go talk to her."
Bill's eyebrows went up.
"Are you nuts? You can't hit on Ray's girlfriend."
"I'm not going to hit on her."
Jack broke away from Bill and got himself a fresh beer from the kitchen. He drifted back toward where the woman was standing until she looked over at him again.
"Hi."
"Hi," she said. She had a smooth, silky voice.
"I've only been with Richards, Bellgarden a few months, but I'm fairly sure you don't work here."
The corners of her mouth curled upwards.
"You gonna throw me out?"
"It's New Year's. I guess not."
"I came with Ray Mitchell. I'm not sure where he is."
"I thought so. How long have you guys been together?"
She smiled again.
"From my perspective, twenty-six years."
Jack's forehead creased in confusion, and she laughed.
"I'm his sister."
Jack relaxed for a moment, exhaling, before considering that hitting on Ray's sister was probably no safer than hitting on his girlfriend.
He extended his hand anyway.
"I'm Jack."
She took it lightly. Her hands were long and slim, her nails unpainted.
"Kay."
"Ray and Kay?"
She smiled again.
"Our parents thought it was cute."
"What brings you here? No other parties to go to?"
"No. I'm a staff writer for 'National Geographic'. I'm only in town for the holidays. Monday morning, I'm getting a flight to Irian Jaya."
"Wow. Where is that?"
"New Guinea. They changed the name a few years ago."
"And you're doing an article for them?"
"About vanishing rain forests and all that. The highlands of Irian Jaya are seriously threatened because of all the logging that goes on there." She paused for a moment, smiling again. "I'm sure you find all this fascinating."
"No, it's all right. I have a subscription to 'National Geographic' myself. Would I have seen anything else of yours?"
"No. This is going to be my first real byline."
Jack checked his watch. Twenty minutes to midnight. Kay saw him do it and stopped in the middle of her story about a trip to Denali National Park in Alaska.
"How much longer?" she asked.
"Twenty 'til."
They had drifted away from the other guests, though Jack had been checking on Ray's location every few minutes.
Kay cocked her head slightly, and an odd look came into her eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"Did you ever spend any time thinking about Y2K when you were a kid, like where you'd be and what you'd be doing?"
"Now and then. What I remember most is thinking how old twenty-eight would be and how far off it seemed."
"Me too. Up until I was a teenager, I imagined myself being married with kids. Then I started thinking about being a travel writer, and I thought I would be somewhere exotic tonight."
She paused, then lowered her voice before continuing.
"And when I was in college, I got this idea about having sex at the precise stroke of midnight. Ringing in the new millennium with a bang and all that, you know?"
Jack tried to nod without betraying the shock and thrill that had just shot down his spine.
"Uh-huh."
"But I broke up with my last boyfriend about six months ago. So it looks like I'm going to be 0-3."
Jack looked into her eyes, seeing that she was just waiting for some comment like "I could help with the last one if you wanted," but he held his tongue.
"I guess a law office is not the most exotic locale for New Years'" he forced himself to say.
She stared at him for a few seconds before laughing, hard enough that she had to lean down onto one knee.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But that isn't what you really wanted to say, is it?"
"Uh."
"I've had too much to drink if I'm telling you things like that."
She took a deep breath and exhaled, folding one arm under her breasts and propping her other elbow on it, then looking away from him.
"You know, I've been bouncing around this idea of seducing someone tonight. It's completely out of character for me, but I keep telling myself that this is the only turn of the millennium I'm going to see."
Jack glanced around, trying to see if anyone was overhearing this conversation. He saw Ray near the far end of the office, blathering on about something Jack was too far away to hear. He looked back at Kay, who was staring at him expectantly.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Um, yeah, sorry. This is just probably not the best place to be talking about something like this."
She bit her lower lip for a second or two, fighting a grin.
"I bet we could find someplace better."
Jack glanced behind them again.
"Uh, it's just that Ray--"
He felt her take his hand.
"Oh, fuck Ray. He hasn't said five words to me since we got here. I was standing by myself for fifteen minutes before you came over."
Jack walked gingerly up to the edge of the roof, looking out at the rest of downtown Los Angeles. The city had blocked off some of the streets, and there was a big party going on near the new Staples Center, with searchlights spinning through the nighttime haze and a band playing some tune he couldn't quite place. Was that Ricky Martin up on stage?
He glanced to his side, where Kay had come up to watch the performance.
"I don't know if we're supposed to be up here," he said.
She leaned against him, reaching down to pinch his butt lightly.
"You have no sense of adventure."
She finished off her drink, then tossed the ice into the sky.Jack watched the cubes tumbling through the air until they disappeared.
He took a nervous breath.
"Um, just so we're clear here, you're very attractive, but this isn't something I usually do."
She grinned at him.
"And you think it's something I do?"
"I didn't mean it that way. I mean, you said it was out of character."
"It is. But 'carpe diem,' you know?"
She took his hand, pulling him away from the edge.
"Come on."
She led him back to the center of the roof, then stopped.
"Where do you think?"
Jack glanced around them. Nothing looked remotely suitable. Then Kay pointed to one of the huge AC compressors next to the stairway they had emerged from, a big gray metal block in the center of the roof.
"There. On top. That should work."
The compressor was about five feet high, and he had to help her up on top of it. She extended her hand and pulled him up.
The compressor was running, and the vibrations coursed through his body. Kay laughed.
"Ooo. I like this. Do you feel that?"
"Yeah."
Kay spread out the tablecloth she had filched from the firm kitchen and lay down, propping her head up on her hand. Jack lay on his stomach beside her, facing the concert. He could hear the strains of the music now: "Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon... shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon." That made it Ricky Martin.
"How much time do we have?" Kay asked.
Jack glanced at his watch.
"Ten minutes. But I have a feeling we'll know from whatever is going on over there."
She reached over and began playing with the hair behind his ear.
"We'd better get started then."
He turned to her, and they kissed softly. He put his arm on her shoulder, and she rolled slowly on her back. He could taste the liquor from her drink as he probed around her mouth with his tongue. She pulled him closer, pressing her body against his. The night wind was cool (though not too cold), and their legs intertwined, seeking mutual warmth.
The music stopped, and the crowd cheered as Jack moved his hand to Kay's breast. Ricky began another song.
She was firm and round under his touch, and he could feel her nipple erecting through the fabric. He reached around, and Kay rolled over a bit to let him at the zipper on her dress. He pulled it down, then reached inside to unsnap her bra.
She let him pull down one strap from her shoulder as he sought her breasts, kissing him harder. He took the warm flesh in his hand, not quite a handful but well shaped. He tweaked the nipple a few times, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
Kay's hands sought his butt, squeezing and pinching. One hand slipped between them and found his zipper. It snaked in through his fly and was soon gently caressing his erection.
"How much time?" she gasped.
He lifted his head just long enough to check his watch.
"Four minutes."
She pushed him away, rolling him on his back, and sat up beside him. She dug his cock out of his pants and bent to take him in her mouth. He gasped as she bottomed out, sucking hard, then withdrew, bobbing slowly. His hand groped at her thighs, and she spread herself open a little as he reached under her dress. He found the tops of stockings and probed further as she licked and sucked his erection.
She had no panties on, and she giggled around his cock as he found her crinkly nest of pubic hair.
"I came prepared."
Then she swallowed him up again, shivering as he found her clitoris, slick with her fluids. He stroked it gently, slipping a thumb between her lips. She bobbed faster on him, sucking so hard that he began to ache.
Ricky finished his next song, and they could hear the crowd cheering the impending stroke of midnight. Someone took the mike from Ricky and began revving them up further. Kay sat up.
"Come on."
She threw her leg over his waist, hiking her dress up over her hips. He groped at her as she took his erection in her hand, bending it backward as she sank down.
"Oh, shit," she moaned.
The vibrations of the compressor shivered through both of them, and Kay bent all the way down. She kissed him vigorously as he pushed up into her. Her hips began to roll against him.
"Midnight," she gasped, "I want to come at midnight, okay?"
He nodded rapidly, pulling his head up to seek her breasts. She pulled the other strap down and pressed her nipples against his mouth. He sucked on them hard, biting every so lightly, and Kay groaned, grinding herself against the base of his cock.
The cheering crowd grew louder and louder. Jack strained through the fog of his arousal to hear what they were saying.
They began the countdown: "...fifty-six...fifty-five...fifty-four..."
Kay rode him faster, hands digging at his shoulders like claws. He began to doubt his ability to hold out long enough and groped at her to slow down. She laughed huskily and tried to comply. He pulled her down and they kissed roughly for a few seconds, crushing their mouths together.
"...forty-nine...forty-eight...forty-seven..." Whistles and car horns were beginning to split the night air around them.
Kay began to move again, more slowly this time. Jack pushed her back to resume sucking her breasts. He groped at her buttocks, squeezing them, feeling tense and relax and tense again as she rode his cock.
"...thirty-six...thirty-five...thirty-four..."
She began to squeeze him inside her, gripping and releasing rhythmically. She felt like a slick glove around him. His semen began rising in him again, aching at the base of his cock like molten lead. One of her back garter straps popped loose under his fingers.
Kay whimpered softly, pushing him away from her breasts. He lay flat, still holding her butt as she humped against him.
"Midnight...with me, at midnight..."
"...twenty-two...twenty-one...twenty...nineteen..."
The cheers grew louder. The M.C. was howling various banal exhortations about the end of the Twentieth Century. Jack was suddenly distracted at that, wondering why it was so hard for people to understand about when the millennium really ended. It was enough to restrain his impending climax for a few more seconds.
Kay cried out, bouncing eagerly on his cock, hands gone to claws on his shoulders. He matched her thrust for thrust, trying to guide the movements of her butt. The other garter strap gave way a moment later.
"...ten...nine...eight...seven..."
She convulsed, pounding herself down at him. It was too late for either of them to stop now.
"Oh, God! Oh!"
Jack grunted, humping up at her as if she were riding a carnival attraction.
"...three...two...one...Happy New Year!"
Kay let out a shriek as the fireworks went off behind them, shuddering with the vibrations of the compressor. Jack stabbed up at her with everything he had, coming so hard it almost hurt. They shook and quivered together, Kay falling forward on to his chest, as the crowd cheered and howled and began singing "Auld Lang Syne."
Still shaking in the last vestiges of climax, they lay together, trying to catch their breath. Kay rolled her hips slowly against his deflating cock, luxuriating in the giant vibrator they lay on top of. Jack began to laugh at what they had done.
Kay lifted up a bit and kissed his nose.
"Happy New Year."
"You too."
She sat up a bit further, looking around downtown.
"The lights are still on."
"So is the air conditioning."
She laughed.
"But maybe not for much longer," she said.
"It's only eleven o'clock in Alaska."
She leaned back down, letting her hair fall into his face.
"And only ten o'clock in Hawaii."
"Will Ray notice you're gone?"
She kissed him.
"I'll tell him I went over to watch Ricky because he was ignoring me."
He laughed.
"'Shake your bon-bon.'"
She did. | 5 |
1,853 | Y2K | "Martha, what's bugging you?"
Should I tell him? I thought not, but I knew I would. I've never liked New Year's Eve much. It's like a birthday. What's to celebrate? You're glad you're getting older? That's when you're a kid, not when you can feel the bad back and the sore knees and have to wear reading glasses. But even when I was a kid, I thought New Year's was scary. All these people partying, drinking, having fun. What are they celebrating? That they've survived another year? They certainly can't be celebrating what's coming, because they don't know.
"I'm scared, that's all," I said. "Haven't you noticed? I'm always that way on New Year's Eve. And Y2K is worse. I don't know why, but it's worse this year."
I smiled at him. He certainly wasn't one of my problems. Well, maybe he was, because he's getting older, too, and he's older than I am. I'm forty-two. He's fifty. Or will be next month. So, yes, he was a problem. Works too hard, plays too little, getting around to heart attack time. But he's cheerful, and fun, and he still says I'm beautiful. I love him.
"Dear old Martha," he said, smiling that "I care about you" smile he has. I know that one, just as I know all the others. That one is the best, I think. "I wish I could kiss it and make it better."
"You could," I said. I smiled again.
So he did. It wasn't time, yet, for the regulation New Year's kiss, but he set his champagne glass down on a lamp table, took mine out of my hand and put it down, too, and put his arms around me.
"It's early," he said, looking into my eyes, still smiling. "Fifteen minutes to go. But I believe in starting early."
He pulled me hard up against him. My breasts pushed against his chest. I could feel his thighs against mine. He leaned down and put his lips on mine, gently, at first, then harder. I could feel his heartbeat. He tasted sweet, of champagne. I opened my mouth and took his tongue inside, and he squeezed me harder. I didn't know it would be like that, there at our own party, with all those people around. But he was in charge, not me, and I was more than willing to go along.
He didn't pull away, he kept on fondling me with his tongue. I was smiling to myself. "Hoo-Ha!" I thought. "This is getting interesting!" And the kiss went on and on. He pulled back just a little and brought a hand around to put it between us on my breast. Right there in front of all those people! It did feel good! And the kiss went on and on. And then he pulled away, bowed, and kissed my hand. My goodness! I was smiling, then, I'll tell you! People were looking at us and they smiled, too. Floor show!
"We could just leave and go to the bedroom," he said, quietly.
"And miss seeing the ball come down and all the people yelling?" I was still smiling, and my pulse was getting stronger and faster. "And leave them all to wonder why the hostess wasn't there?"
"We could do that, yes," he said, smiling the way he does when he's daring me to do something. I know that one, too.
He was still holding my hand, so I gave him a little tug and turned toward the door. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling. He came willingly, and we almost ran up the stairs.
In the bedroom somebody had left the TV on. As I entered I could see it showing a small crowd of people in what looked like a park. They were carrying signs that said, "Repent!" and "This is the End!" and things like that. Poor things. Then it was back to Times Square and people yelling and milling around and a man going on and on about the New Year. I went over and pushed the mute button.
We didn't have to talk. I had only to glance at him to see this wasn't one of those nights when he'd tease me by taking my clothes off one thing at a time and kissing me all over and saying dumb things about how beautiful I was. This was one of those times we just stood on opposite sides of the bed and zipped and pulled and got undressed as fast as we could. This time he had that little smile that said, "Get ready! I'm going to squeeze you and push you around and kiss you and make you scream with joy!" I was ready, oh, yes! So was he.
Then we were in the bed and I was holding him tight and he pushed his leg between mine and pushed me over on my back and that was fine because I wanted him and he wanted me and what could be better? So I reached down and put his penis right where it belonged and he began to suck at a nipple and I put a hand on his head and he pushed and pulled and I met his every thrust with one of my own and he put his mouth on mine and yes, I screamed with joy, but not very loud. I was feeling so intoxicated by all this that I didn't think about anything at all and then I began to feel the great shock wave building and it hit the top and crashed, leaving me ready for more, and he kept right on going and then he stiffened and started moaning and I could feel his warmth filling me and then he collapsed on top of me and I held him gently for a moment or two until he raised his head and kissed me, sweetly, and I held him tight and then I let him go.
He lay next to me so our hips could press together and he looked at me and smiled the one that only comes at times like that and tells me he feels so good because he loves me and he can give me pleasure and I can do the same for him and of course it's a miracle. And I smiled, too, of course, because it *is* a miracle and I love him.
Then he propped himself up on an elbow and looked across me at the TV and I looked at it, too.
"The ball is coming down," he said, which made it official even though I could see it, too, and I smiled.
"Happy New Year!" I said.
"New century!" he said.
"New millennium!" I said.
And then the ball hit the bottom.
The TV blanked out; the lights went off.
"I guess they missed a chip somewhere," I said. But I was scared again. He'd taken that away for a while and I was grateful.
We couldn't hear any traffic. It was deathly quiet. I rose and went to the window. There was a little ice in one corner of it, but I could see outside. It was a clear night. Then I saw a star go out. And another.
"The stars are going out," I said. I was scared.
He came over behind me and put both arms around me and looked out the window himself.
"I didn't believe you," he said. "But they are."
Then the big tree out by the road disappeared. Just like that. Then the house across the way. Just gone. Nothing. Oh, my! Those people on the TV, they were right. But he was holding me. I trembled, but I wasn't really scared. He was holding me.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," I replied.
Then the walls of the room began somehow to shimmer. They gave off a low, strange light. Then they disappeared, too.
-----THE END----- | 1 |
1,854 | Non Compliant | "Come here, babe."
I loved it when my wife would give me her best come-hither look, asking me to join her in bed.
"Give me a minute, I just want to check the doors."
"Hurry up, I'm getting lonely," she purred.
I didn't need much more encouragement than that. I think I set a land speed record going downstairs to make sure the doors were locked before sprinting back upstairs three at a time to join my wife in bed.
I got to the bedroom door and had to stop when I looked at her. She was still beautiful after over ten years of marriage and three kids. Sure, she had gained a little weight in the past decade; having children tends to do that. But that didn't take away from how she still looked. If anything, I thought she was even more sexy now than when we were first married. I couldn't identify what it was, maybe she looked more womanly, more curvy. Whatever the reason, I knew I still got as turned on by her as I ever had. And seeing her in her silk maroon negligee, with her breasts pressing their fullness against the diaphanous material, made me lust for her as much as I had on the day we met.
To add to her still sexy charms, this woman, sprawled out seductively across our king-size bed, was just about the best wife and mother any family could hope for. Ignoring any of her physical assets, I could easily, and incredibly happily, spend the rest of my life with her based on her warmth, kindness, and caring. Not to mention that with her wit and intelligence, she always managed to keep me on my toes and very much in line.
"Doors are locked, kids are asleep, and you're all mine." Yes, it was a dumb thing to say. I never could think straight when I was horny.
"Get to bed," she mocked a stern countenance. "Hurry up, and we can see the ball drop, it's quarter of twelve."
"That's nothing. Once I get my jockeys off, you'll get to see two balls drop."
She scrunched her nose up in the disapproving way she sometimes does when I make some of my stupid little jokes.
I finished getting undressed and lay down next to my wife, feeling the silky smoothness of her body against mine. We kissed passionately, and I began fondling her ample breasts. I nuzzled at her neck and lost myself in her silky blond hair. Cupping her breasts, my fingers found her nipples, already stiff from anticipation, and pulled on them roughly, in the way I knew she liked. I pulled the negligee's thin strap down, freeing that breast, and clamped my lips to the stiff peak. Karen sighed at the feelings my tongue was giving her nipple, and she hiked the material up to her waist to give me better access to her pussy. As I inserted my middle finger into her moist slit, she thrust her hips up wantonly to meet my fingers.
With her free hand, she firmly grabbed my cock and stroked it to match the rhythm of my finger fuck. I added a second finger and increased my speed, and she began to shudder with her first orgasm of the evening.
"Oh, baby," she whispered. "Get up here and give it to me now."
I maneuvered myself between her legs and rubbed myself against her moist vulva before lowering myself into her. She grunted as I bottomed out, and when she started licking my neck, I thought that my orgasm was near as well. Fortunately for me, the annoying drone of the New Year's Eve Times Square broadcast helped me focus my concentration so I could last more than a few minutes.
We established a nice rhythm with Karen lifting herself upward to meet my thrusts, followed by me withdrawing almost all the way, only to bottom out again. I alternated sucking and nibbling each of her taut nipples as we continued our metered fuck. When I brought my right hand down to Karen's clit, she began to convulse in orgasm almost immediately.
I continued plundering my wife's pussy as the announcer on the TV was counting down. 10...9...8...I withdrew almost all the way ...7...6... I drove myself all the way back in ...5...4... Karen started panting and was coming for the third time this evening ...3...2... I could feel myself getting nearer to my own release, as well ...1... Happy new year!
I continued to pound myself into her as she was coming down from her orgasm.
She looked up at me and smiled. "Happy new year."
"Happy new year, hon." I kissed her tenderly.
"Actually, happy new century and millennium," her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me.
"Well, actually, it isn't really the new century or millennium -- that's going to be next year. The year 2001 is actually the..."
"John, just shut up and fuck me."
Who was I to argue.
I stopped my ramblings about the actual turn of the millennium when I noticed that I was losing my erection. I tried to speed things up to get it back, but that was to no avail. I was in the middle of fucking my sexy and incredibly turned on wife, and I was losing wood. How the fuck did something like that happen? I had thought that my little speech about the year 2001 had made me lose my focus, but now I was fully concentrating on any lustful and dirty thought that popped into my mind, and I was losing the battle. For the first time in the history of man, the big head was winning the battle with the little head -- and at the most inopportune time, too.
"Honey, is something wrong?" Karen looked into my eyes with a concerned glance.
"I don't know...I just..." I was really at a loss for words.
"Well, did you come?" she asked hesitantly.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm *sure*," I snapped. "I'd know it if I came. There would be a puddle of semen somewhere right about at the junction of our genitals. Not to mention the intense feeling that accompanies the whole process. I'd *know* if I came. I think I just...I just lost my erection." I rolled off of her and sighed deeply.
"Let me do something about that," she looked up seductively as she rolled over and grabbed my now flaccid penis and ran her tongue around the glans. She enveloped it all with her mouth and began to suck from the base with the tip just the way she knew I liked it. Usually, this sort of thing would have had me erect within seconds, but today there was nothing; not a twitch, not a movement -- nothing. After about five minutes of no response, I tapped her shoulders to come up to lay with me.
Karen scooted up and brushed her hand against my cheek. "It's ok, honey. That happens to everyone at one point or another."
"Well, it doesn't happen to me. At least it didn't, or never had." I shook my head in self-disgust. "But this is nuts. This isn't supposed to happen in the middle of sex. Guys don't lose their erections while they're fucking. If some temporary impotence sets in, it happens before they even get hard -- not in the middle."
"It's probably nothing, honey. Let's not worry about it." Then she looked at me coyly. "There's still something you can do for me, if you're up...er, if you want to."
Figuring that there wasn't much I could do about my situation, I concentrated solely on Karen's pleasure. I slid my body down hers and licked my way from her breasts to her vulva. I first placed one, then two fingers within her vagina and began a slow finger fuck while I licked and sucked on her engorged lips. As she started rolling her hips, I took the cue and teased her by licking all around her clit without making contact. After tormenting her for a couple of minutes, she started thrusting her pussy up into my face, trying to get me to make some -- any -- contact with her clit. Seeing that she was needing release, I concentrated my attentions on her sensitive hooded pearl and fairly attacked it with my tongue. In less than a minute, she was squeezing my head with her thighs and screaming out her orgasm.
And throughout all of that, I had no reaction whatsoever from my penis. Usually, eating pussy was enough to give me a raging hard-on, but tonight, it just sat there like a wet noodle. I didn't want to let on to Karen how concerned I was, but I think she read it in my eyes.
We just held each other, silently, for the longest time afterward. We both were afraid to say anything to each other. I know I really didn't know what to say about the situation. I was really embarrassed about it, and was just hoping that it was a one-time event.As wonderful and caring as my wife was, I still felt a little awkward facing her after this.
With these thoughts and worries, I managed to fall asleep, insecure with the knowledge that I'd greeted the new millennium impotent.
Several days passed and nothing had happened. There was no sign of life at all in my penis. No twitch when my wife would walk up behind my chair in my office and kiss me hotly on the back of my neck. No rush of blood to my shaft when she'd stroke me under the covers at night or snuggle her back to me in the 'spoon' position. Even my morning erection, ever the faithful companion since I was about ten years old, had deserted me. It was gone like a puppy that had run away from home -- and I was the poor child who sat by the window day after day hoping, praying, that he'd come back to me.
It's funny, but I think I missed my morning erection the most. It was the ever-present faithful companion that would say, "Wake up, John. You have a happy and fully functioning pecker, now get out of bed, take a big piss, and greet the day." Now what did it say, "Think of it this way, your appendix and tonsils have company now." All I wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep. Wake me when they back the hearse up to the house.
"Babe, it's been five days. I think you should call the doctor," Karen suggested one morning sympathetically as I was getting ready for work.
"Maybe it'll get better," I hated going to the doctor, and I'd do anything I could do to forestall a visit.
"John, it's *not* getting better. There's been nothing for five days. I'm getting worried." Then she smirked, "besides, if you don't go to the doctor, I'm going to have to join the battery-a-month club."
"Ok. Ok. Call up the office and make an appointment for me...God, this is so embarrassing. I feel like Bob Dole." I knew in my heart of hearts that I needed to go; I was truly getting unnerved that nothing had happened over the past five days. Thirty-four was way too young for Viagra (TM).
The doctor prodded, poked, had blood drawn, had me pee in a cup and topped the whole pleasant experience off by shoving his finger up my ass. The least he could have done was buy me a couple of drinks first.
But the utter embarrassment of his examination was actually eclipsed by the questions that he asked me afterward.
-- How often do you masturbate?
-- Rarely...well, maybe a couple of times a week. Ok, sometimes more than that.
-- Do you have any vacuum tube devices that you use on your penis?
-- I don't even know what those are.
I felt like saying, "That's not my bag, baby," in a smarmy fake British accent but figured the doctor's office wasn't the place for Austin Powers humor.
-- Are you a heavy drinker or drug user?
-- I don't take drugs. I drink a little, maybe a glass of wine or two with dinner occasionally. Oh, yeah, I drink a fifth of bourbon before I get dressed in the morning, just to get the blood flowing -- just kidding.
He looked at me with derision. Some people just have no sense of humor -- either that or that's how he started his days and I struck a raw nerve.
-- How often do you have sex?
-- Maybe once or twice a week. More if we can get a babysitter.
That's not to imply that I was having sex with the babysitter.
-- Do you only have sex with your wife or do you have multiple partners?
-- No, I'm as monogamous as you can get.
-- Do you only have vaginal sex or do you have sex orally and anally as well?
-- Mostly vaginal and oral, but once in a while we have anal.
When were these questions going to end? This was mortifying.
-- Do you ever stick anything up your urethra?
--*What?!?*
What the hell kind of a question was that? Was this guy serious?
-- Do you ever stick anything up the urethra?
-- No, doc. That's an exit, not an entrance.
-- Have you ever had unprotected sex with a high-risk person?
-- No, I haven't had sex with anyone but my wife for the past 13 years.
The questions were almost as embarrassing as my reason for being at the doctor.
"Well, John. I see nothing wrong with any of your tests at all. I can't figure it out. You're in great shape. Good sugar levels, blood pressure is perfect. I don't get it."
It was always refreshing to hear your doctor say he didn't know what was wrong with you. I made a mental note to check his diploma on the way out. With my luck, this guy was a proud graduate of the University of Margaritaville somewhere in the Abacos Islands.
"Do you have any guesses?" I was fishing for anything.
"Well, let me get your records. Maybe there's something in there that will help." He opened the door to the exam room and addressed his nurse, "Amy, can you get Mr. Adams's records from the file room please. Thanks."
Then he turned back to me and gave me an apologetic look.
"This is going to take a while. Amy has to go downstairs to our record room. We had all of our medical records on computer, but it turns out that the computers weren't Y2K compliant. $13,000 for an entire office system and we can't even get it up."
The nurse returned with my records, and the doctor looked them over with a furrowed brow. I was not encouraged.
"John, I can't find anything in your history that would indicate to me what the problem is. I'm going to refer you to a urologist for a complete workup. If he comes up with nothing, then I suppose it could be psychological. It's not uncommon for men your age. High-pressure jobs. Lots of stress. Burning the candle at both ends... The urologist I'm referring you to is one of the best there is in the nation, if he can't find the problem, then it can't be found."
As I got dressed, I wasn't sure if I was encouraged or scared shitless by his last statement.
I left the office and headed home, blowing off the rest of the day of work. I wasn't in the mood to go to the office and be nice to all of those guys with their functioning penises. Besides, the world wasn't going to stop spinning if another stripmall or planned community was a day late in being designed.
I called my wife from my car as I worked my way through midday traffic. While I listened to the phone ringing, I thought that if only my problem were as easy to diagnose as my doctor's computer system, I'd be a much happier person. That's it, I laughed, he can't get his computers up -- just like me. Maybe I wasn't Y2K compliant either, I chuckled to myself. If it only could be that simple.
"Hello."
"Hi, hon. How're you doing?" I asked, really not sure how to broach the subject of the test results.
"Never mind about me. What did the doctor say?"
"He said I should buy you lots of batteries," I tried to ease the tension. "Actually, he couldn't find anything wrong. He's setting me up with a world-class urologist at Mass. General. He said if he can't find the problem, nobody can. Which may or may not be a good thing."
"Oh, John..." she sighed sympathetically and then tried to sound cheerful. "I'm sure everything will work out and you'll be fine."
"Well, I hope so....Say, hon, do you know where my birth certificate is?"
"Your birth certificate? Probably in the safe deposit box down at the bank. Why?"
"Just a crazy idea I just had. Get the key and be waiting for me. I'll run by and pick you up in about ten minutes."
"What are we going to do?" she sounded apprehensive.
"I'll explain when I pick you up. Bye."
I drove through town, listening to the strains of the Beatles' "A Day in the Life" on the radio. I shook my head as I sang along with the song, feeling sorry for myself. "Woke up, got out of bed, and my prick is almost dead."
Karen was waiting at the door as I pulled up. We didn't say anything for the first couple of minutes as I drove to our local branch, where we had our safe deposit box.
"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?"
"You're going to think I'm nuts."
"Trust me, it wouldn't be the first time," she grinned.
"Just tell me."
"Well, as crazy as this seems. I think I'm not Y2K compliant?" I didn't dare glance in her direction.
"*What?!?* Have you been drinking?" She edged over and pretended to smell my breath.
"No. I'm perfectly lucid...well, as lucid as *I* get."
"Babe, this is nuts. People can't be Y2K compliant...or non-compliant...or whatever it is. That's computers, and based on your memory lately, you're no computer." She looked at me with the same pathetic glance that one reserves for the mentally imbalanced.
"Honey. I know it sounds crazy, but I was thinking that this all started right at midnight -- right at the new year. It's probably nothing, but I have to check this out."
She sighed deeply and stared out the window, probably thinking that in addition to her husband being impotent, he was also losing his mind.
We retrieved our safe deposit box, and the teller ushered us to one of those private rooms that looked just like a public toilet. The door didn't go all the way to the floor, and the walls didn't rise to the ceiling.
"Is it in there?" Karen asked anxiously.
I flipped through some papers. "Here it is...look. Just like I thought." I replied excitedly -- perhaps a little too loudly.
"What?"
"Look at the birth date. 5/15/65. Not 1965, just 65."
"I still don't see how this is affecting your...problem."
"It doesn't make any sense to me either. But I think we need to get down to the town hall and have a duplicate birth certificate made."
She put all of the papers back into the box, and we called the teller over to put it in the safe. "John, honey. I think you need to talk to someone...a professional."
"Karen, I don't need a hooker to solve my problems. You've always been *more* than enough woman for me." The last thing I was going to allow her to do was patronize me."I was talking about a therapist. Smartass."
"Listen. I'm not nuts. I might be grasping at straws, but I'm not crazy. When this doesn't work, I'll go to the urologist on Friday. I just have to eliminate this as a possibility."
Karen sighed and shook her head as we left the bank to go to the town hall. The clerk's office was crowded as usual -- but most of the people were waiting in the line for the building permits. There was only one person ahead of us in the birth certificate/marriage license line.
When we got to the clerk, I asked for a replacement birth certificate. I handed over two pieces of identification and paid the clerk the five dollars. I made sure that the year 1965 was written on it clearly. She prepared the paperwork, and a few minutes later, returned with my brand new birth certificate.
"So, do you feel any different?" Karen asked, somewhat sarcastically, as we left the clerk's office.
"No. Nothing. But wait a minute. Let me go to the bathroom just to make sure."
"*John*," she whispered insistently. "You can't be serious. You're going to go and play with yourself in the middle of town hall?"
"No. I said I was going to do it in the bathroom," I snickered. "Just wait out here for me. I should find out quickly one way or the other."
Karen just shook her head derisively as I entered the men's room. I walked into one of the stalls and locked the door. Despite treating this nonchalantly with Karen, I felt awkward and conspicuous as hell jerking off in a public restroom. I'm glad I was the only one in there.
I took a deep breath and unzipped my fly and fished my flaccid penis out. Trying to think up the most erotic imagery that I could muster, I began playing with myself. I pulled, stroked, tugged, and did everything short of pleading and praying before I gave up and realized that I was just fooling myself into thinking that my problem was so simple as to be solved by getting another birth certificate.
I sat down on the toilet in resignation and pulled the two documents from my pocket and looked at them in disgust. I shook my head at my foolishness. What the hell was I thinking? Maybe Karen was right, maybe I *was* crazy. Out of frustration, I took the old one and ripped it into several pieces. I laughed at myself as I flushed the remnants of it down the toilet.
I stood and started pulling my pants up. I adjusted my limp member in my jockeys when, for the first time in almost a week, I felt a twitch. I quickly pulled down my underwear and started stroking myself. As if it were a miracle, my once and future erection began to grow, hardening with each stroke.
"Karen," I yelled. "Can you come in here for a minute?"
"John," she peeked her head in the door just enough to avoid yelling. "You're in a men's room. Just hurry up. I know you're upset, but we'll talk about it at home."
"Just come in here," I repeated. "Lock the outer door if you want."
I could hear an exaggerated sigh as she walked into the men's room and quickly came over to my stall. "This better be good."
I opened the door and stood directly in front of her, my manhood pointing proudly in her direction. "Get in here before anyone comes in."
"It worked John? I can't believe this."
"Well, believe it. Mrs. Adams, congratulations, your husband's just given birth to a seven and a half inch erection."
I sat back on the toilet and started to lift up her skirt. Before she realized what was happening, I had her pantyhose down to her knees. "John, what are you doing?" she shrieked.
"No time like the present," I grinned at her lasciviously as she decided that she had better get it while the getting was good and kicked off her shoes and pulled down her pantyhose and panties.
I pulled her on top of me, and she eased herself down on my prick. She moaned as she enveloped me fully and started rocking herself against me. There was something so sexy -- so risque -- about the way her skirt was bunched up around her waist as she rode me in the stall.
We had never been a couple who was into public sex, but the entire situation was an incredible turn-on.
As she bobbed her hips up and down on my newfound erection, her breathing became very ragged. She sped her pace on my lap, and the quickened movement combined with my pent-up frustration of the past week hastened my release as well. Karen stiffened and tried to muffle a squeal as her orgasm came, and the contractions that her pussy made on my cock sent me over the edge as well. I erupted powerfully into her spasming vagina, releasing a week's worth of frustration in one powerful shot.
Spent, we just sat together without speaking for the next several minutes, enjoying the wonderful afterglow that we felt as my softening penis fell from her pussy.
I kissed her tenderly on the lips as she tried to stand without making her skirt a come-soaked mess. She was only partially successful. "Oh God, that was incredible," Karen panted as she picked up her pantyhose from the floor and threw them into her purse.
"Amazing," I puffed in agreement. "Well, I guess I can cancel that appointment with the urologist on Friday."
"Yeah, but take the day off of work just the same," she leaned over and gently bit my earlobe. "I have plans for you." | 4 |
1,855 | The Y2K Bet | "You're full of shit, James," the redheaded computer programmer sighed wearily, "You really ought to take some time out and learn something. All that Art Bell drivel is rotting your brain. I told you already Y2K is just a bunch of hype. Give it up!"
For the fifth time this month, Tricia was arguing with her neighbor from across the hall. James wasn't always an idiot, he just obsessed about the little things. Trish had been making big bucks fixing the minor glitches in software for hysterical business owners with old systems. If James were to take the word of anyone, why not hers?
"How do you know, Trish? I mean what if something does happen, and civilization collapses, you won't be prepared!" James rattled on his usual litany of plagues, terrors, and computer malfunctions which made that Pharaoh guy's problems look like a head cold. It was a shame too, he was a pretty normal-looking guy. He just read too many conspiracy magazines, or something similar.
She looked him over subtly while he waved his arms and capered around; he looked rather handsome. Well, if you overlook the crazed terror his eyes always got when he went on about the end of the world. He had a swimmer's body, trim and lithe, and she knew how strong he was. She still remembered when he playfully picked her up in one arm and effortlessly carried her down the stairs. She felt herself getting a little warmer actually, his proximity and strength had been very arousing.
She was startled out of her reverie when he touched her arm, leaning in to emphasize his point. "Is that a risk you're willing to take, to be totally unprepared for the end of the world?" He shook his head in a disapproving manner, her obvious reluctance to join in the mob's frenzy frustrated him to no end.
She laughed, hoping he wouldn't notice how red her face had become at his touch. She said flippantly, "I think that it IS a risk I'm willing to take, I do after all have a little information on my side. I'm not a gambling girl, but I know nothing's going to happen."
"You really want to bet on that though," said James with surprise, "After all if you're right then you haven't won anything, and if I'm right you'll be begging me for food and fresh water!" She really wanted to shut him up, the argument had never gone anywhere yet, and wouldn't until it was all over. Her eyes lit up with an idea, sometimes James was more helpful than he could imagine!
"If you're so sure, then yes! Let's bet," Trish said with a sadistic undertone to her voice. After all, the phrase 'never bet on a sure thing' was meant for gentlemen, not for her. "If I win, you have to get me into that exclusive health club you go to. I know the waiting list takes months but I want to be working out right after my resolutions are finished!" She finished with a flair; it was something he could get her with only a little trouble, but she'd rather force it out of him than ask him.
"Wait a second, it's all well and good for you to talk about what you get when you win," James sputtered, "But what do I get if I win? After all, civilization will collapse and it's not like you can write me a check!"
Trish grinned slightly, nobody said he wasn't a bright boy. "All right then James, I tell you what. I don't have time to quibble with you now, you give it some thought tonight and call me tomorrow and let me know, okay?" With a schoolgirl flounce she turned and marched her petite form back to the door of her apartment. As she closed the door behind her, she heard James call out one last time. "You've got a bet, hon!""I see you're prepared, James," Trish said with a chuckle, "but how will you know if the world ends?" She looked around the apartment; it really was a nice place. Candles graced every horizontal surface except his coffee table, which was set with fine silver and dishes of something that looked very complicated.
"I thought we'd watch the ball drop actually, the shows should be something. I hope you don't mind I made some dinner," James said as he played host. He was dressed very nicely, a form-fitting button-up shirt that looked silk and a pair of pants that showed off his ass to great effect. He looked very polished, handsome. He put on the TV to a local channel that had Times Square on, and sat down to eat.
The dinner was delicious, some French dish she couldn't try to pronounce. They sat and talked for a while, watching the muted capering of various artists and party-goers on the TV. The clock read one minute to eleven, the countdown beamed live from the East Coast where they were inches from the crisis moment. The partying got rough, very rough, and the police around the stage were working hard just to protect themselves.
The countdown began, and Trish decided to be a bit early. With a shout of "Happy New Year," she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, with perhaps a little more passion than she intended. Their lips wrestled gently, and she slipped her tongue in his mouth. Her breasts pressed against him; she could feel her pulse in her chest and throat. One of his hands moved up to stroke her side as the other stroked the back of her neck gently. She pulled back and leaned against his side a little. The countdown was just reaching ten.
"A little early are we," asked James, short of breath though he was. Trish just smiled, watching the ball get closer and closer. The crowd victoriously shouted and cheered as the guy with the mike announced the dawning of the new millennium. His words were barely out of his mouth when the TV picture abruptly disappeared. Silence descended on the apartment, not even the heater was working.
"Shit," Trish almost shouted, "What the fuck?" James put his arm around her, more to calm her than out of predatory instinct. She took a few deep breaths. The candles kept the room flickering in a warm rosy light. They sat for a moment, listening to the silence and shouts of dismay from the neighbors. Trish felt his hand gently stroking her shoulder, letting her know in an almost brotherly way that he was still here for her. After a few minutes, Trish got up the courage to speak.
"James, do you remember the bet we made?" she asked with a quivering voice. When he mumbled his attention, she continued, "I guess you did win after all. So, well, do you think we should just..."
"Trish, I know what we said," interrupted James, "But if you're uncomfortable with this or if you have changed your mind, then we can forget the..." She turned back towards him and silenced him with a kiss, caressing his neck and chest with her nails. After the initial surprise, he melted into her arms, stroking her back feebly as he lay beneath her.
She took his hand, and placed it on the thin material covering her breast. Taking the hint, he began to knead with his hand, stroking the exposed top with his fingertips and rubbing his palms in little circles over the nipple. She moaned into his mouth as the warmth ran through, sucking his tongue fiercely. His hand moved down her side, cupping her ass and lightly drawing the fabric over her bare skin. Trish spread her legs slightly, allowing him access to her thighs.
Moving to his neck, Trish began to lick and suck gently behind his ear. His strong hand kneaded the flesh of her bare thigh above her stocking, tickling the skin at the hem of her skirt. She moaned again, plaintively, pushing her hips forward against his hand. James ran his hand over the smooth flesh of her thigh, stroking slowly towards the heat he felt radiating from her sex.
When his fingers found the bare moist lips and light fur of her mound, his cock twitched in his pants. She gasped in his ear, legs stiffening as he lightly brushed his fingers between her lips and the length of her slit. He settled into a steady rhythm, stroking the outer and inner lips ever so lightly with his fingertips. Her hands flew to his belt, caressing his now erect penis through the material before unbuckling and unzipping. Her slim warm hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked gently, circling the head and teasing the little opening at the top.
He started to slide down the couch, leaning towards her sex. She stopped him with a hand on his chest, forcing him to lay back. He caught her eye curiously, his hips unconsciously thrusting every so slightly up at the cold air. She lifted her knee over him and straddled him, leaning against him and pressing her tongue deeply into his mouth. The head of his penis rubbed gently at the top of her slit, tickling the trim hair of her soft mons and grazing her inner lips. She reached beneath herself and grabbed his already wet shaft. She groaned as she felt him enter her, pressing herself down over him as she slowly pulled him deep inside her.
She felt the bone above his penis finally pressing against her clit. Nestled against him with her hips lewdly spread around his, Trish watched her watery shadow on the wall. Her shadow's arms slipped the straps of the dress off its shoulders, and her skin felt hot to the touch as she ran her hands over her chest and breasts, pushing the skirt to her waist. James leaned forward, his hot lips closed around her breast. His teeth found her hard nipple and she gasped. She squirmed her hips, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone and feeling his penis throb inside her.
She started to buck, her vaginal muscles clenching and stretching in time with her thrusting hips. She felt filled, his hands caressing her warm back and cupping her bare ass, riding him for her own pleasure. She looked down, noticing with amusement how lewd her splayed lips looked around his penis; the flimsy skirt had ridden up her hips and only hung gently over her ass. She leaned into him, feeling her excitement rise as he started to thrust up against her. She could feel his urgent need, and his breath was coming in gasps.
She began to grind herself against him, feeling his strokes deeper and deeper as she moaned into his ear. She shivered, the warmth spreading from her vagina and nipples cascaded over her in waves, crashing through her and exploding in the back of her head. She flung herself down on his rippling penis and clung to him as the waves of pleasure made her whole body tremble.
She clenched her muscles around him, feeling his climax as he grunted over her shoulder. His hands grabbed her ass roughly, pushing her down on his lap as he came. She felt him pulsing inside, the image of his semen spraying deep inside her caused her whole body to tremble, a mini orgasm fluttered through her in the wake of the first. They lay together for several minutes, catching their breath.
Rolling off of him, she felt their joined fluids running down her thighs and pooling on the couch against her ass. She ran a hand over his sweat-soaked shirt, murmuring appreciatively into his ear. Resting her head on his shoulder, she checked her watch. Twenty minutes, on the nose. The heater sputtered and came to life, followed quickly by the bluish light from the TV. Shouts of joy and revelry came from other apartments, and stereos began blasting party music once more. James looked at her wild-eyed and confused, but she shushed him with a finger. "Right on time!" | 4 |
1,891 | Alice | "Alice, you come right down here immediately! Your friend Millie is here to see you."
Alice trembled at the thought. Millie was the last person on earth he wanted to see, especially like this. But the poor child knew full well what would be the consequences of disobedience. That sort of thing had gotten him into this fix in the first place. There was no putting off complying with his mother's command, of that he had no doubt.
He looked into the full-length mirror in the upstairs hall while passing. Even after three weeks, he still was not used to his reflection. A pretty little 9-year-old girl in a pink party dress looked back...and yet he knew, or thought that he knew, that he was really a 15-year-old boy. A bit small for his age, perhaps, but a boy, nonetheless.
For the last three weeks, the women of the house had been determined to make him forget that. It was becoming ever clearer to him that this was not just a short punishment, but a concerted plan to change his status permanently. Okay, so he had been a bit of a brat, but...this? He tried to smooth the full skirt down before descending the stairs. The damn frock was too short. What with all those petticoats, the lace on his panties was in view if he bent over in the slightest...and that exposure resulted in an instant swat on his nylon-covered bottom. What with all that spanking and those humiliating injections, his bottom seemed always tender of late. Those short dresses gave the women of the house easy access to his ever more girlish rear.
Alice really tried to descend the stairs like a lady. He felt that he might as well try his best not to look too ridiculous before Millie. With every step he took, his petticoats and skirt ballooned up, so he had to resort to keeping his wrists close to his side to keep his skirts down. Millie could not help but notice his futile attempts to conceal the expanse of lacy petticoats and smiled.
"Hi, ALICE," she could hardly keep the delight out of her voice. "Your new dress is very pretty. You look just lovely. I can see why your mother thought that you would be better in skirts. They definitely suit you."
Each word was like a new assault on his every diminishing masculinity. "You never were much of a boy anyway, I like you ever so much more as a girl."
And with that, she took him by the hand and led him out to the garden. There was no point in trying to resist. Millie, at 15, was already 5'8" tall and 130 pounds and had a ripe figure in contrast with his childish one. She outweighed him by an easy 30 pounds and in her heels was at least 10 inches taller than he was. In her slim skirt, heels, and crisp cotton blouse, she looked very mature for her age in stark contrast to his puerile outfit. As he was reluctantly pulled along, he had an opportunity to get a good look at her full rounded curves and caught himself wondering what it felt like to have such full breasts and a rounded bottom.
It was well for him that he did not know that he would find out, first-hand, soon enough.
Millie led him to the swings and fussed with his dress until she was satisfied that he was properly ensconced on his swing. She took the next one, casually revealing a good deal of thigh and lace-trimmed panty in the process. The message was not lost on Alice. Why should she care? There were obviously no boys around.
"Sweetie, your mother told me ALL about you," she gushed in obvious delight. "You are going to just love being a girl, and I am going to have such fun teaching you....in fact, I bet that Harriet, Robin, and Lillian will hardly be able to wait to see you once I tell them ALL about you."
"ALL about me?"
"Why, Alice...oh, I do love your new name...it's just perfect! You are going to make a lovely girl. Besides, I understand that you have had a visit to the doctor...." She giggled.
"But she said that she would not tell," he whimpered. "Oh, Millie, how could she have let them do this to me?"
"Sweetie, it really is for the best, you know. Besides, it is far too late to change back again, from what she told me." At least she sounded sympathetic and was not making fun of him.
"Look," she said, jumping off her swing and taking hold of his hands in hers.
"We are going to be the best of friends. You will love the pajama parties and the shopping....oh, that's the most fun....and wait till you discover boys...or when they discover you," she teased.
A gust of August wind suddenly blew up the child's skirt and petticoat. Millie's inspection of his pretty pink panties was obvious. You could not blame her curiosity. Alice blushed from his toes to his hair.
Millie covered her mouth with her hand, trying to conceal her laughter. She knew that he was terribly embarrassed. In spite of that, she could not stifle the involuntary exclamation "It really is true!!"
Alice fixed his gaze on an ant traversing the sand in front of his swing. There was no denying the obvious. He would not even be out of place in a bikini at a pool party. The doctor had seen to that!
Suddenly, the tears began to flow. For a month, he had tried to be brave, but now, the full significance of the changes that had taken place hit him.
Millie took him in her arms like a baby and brought him over to a garden bench. She held him on her lap like a child as his sobs continued. "There, there, sweet, things will be fine, I know you will soon get used to it, and then you will love being a girl, You'll see." She stroked his hair, which was longish for a boy and so looked quite in place for a young girl. It was so soft.....wasted on a boy.
"Do you really think that I will get to like it?" he whimpered.
"Sweetie, you will be a lovely girl, we all will help you."
The last, rather than comforting him, only increased his sobbing. Finally, in exasperation, Millie remembered her mother's way of stopping such petulant crying.
"If you don't stop crying this very moment, I will give you something to cry about."
And so it was that, as his mother came out into the garden, she found him lying on Millie's lap with his skirts and petticoats up, exposing his cute bottom with its unmistakable signs of a recent spanking. Even more amazing was the beatific smile on his face as Millie gently massaged his tender posterior.
"Yes, the die is cast now. Alice is with us to stay," she thought. "I suppose we ought to be making arrangements to transfer him to St Mary's for the fall term."
It was almost as if she had prearranged it. As she walked closer, she could hear Millie saying "Now, Alice, you really should be in St Mary's with me in the fall. I could walk you to school every day. Won't you like that?" His reply was so soft that his mother could not make it out, but apparently Millie was satisfied because she continued. "You are still a bit too little to go to class with me in the 10th grade. If I were your mother, I would enroll you in the middle school. You are about the size of the other girls in the 7th grade."
"Makes good sense," his mother thought, "and considering his awful academic high school record, it would not hurt to have him repeat those subjects. Besides, he has a lot of time to make up in learning how to be a girl."
"Millie, what a wonderful idea! How would you like to come with me to the mall. Alice is going to need a new fall wardrobe for school. I know that SHE will love having you help pick it out."
Alice began to whimper again. He remembered the last shopping trip, only two days ago when they bought him the dress he was now wearing. He knew that the next one would be a repeat of the last.Not only had his mother made the clerks aware of his status, but he was treated like a not too bright pre-teen miss who had to have all her decisions made for her. They talked about him as if he wasn't even there. It was all he could do to keep from crying when his mother casually told the pretty young salesgirl ALL about him before the girl propelled him into the changing rooms to try on the dress. If the try-ons were embarrassing, having to stand quietly while the salesgirl buttoned up the back of his dress and adjusted his petticoats, if anything, modeling it had been worse. It seemed that every one of the store staff just had to "help" in the sale.
He would never forget her saying, "He looks just darling, don't you think? He will wear it home."
And so he did, though not without the further embarrassment of stopping for tea at a local restaurant frequented by his mother, where he was introduced to the mysteries of the powder room. He had been sitting at the table with growing discomfort. The three glasses of water his mother had him drink did not diminish it either. In retrospect, he realized that she had intended this all along. He had begged her to go home, but she merely acted surprised. "Darling, we can take care of that little problem easily." She had motioned to the waitress, a trim young woman in her early twenties, "Could you take little Alice to 'freshen up'?"
The waitress had taken him by the hand and led him nearly the whole length of the restaurant, his short petticoats rustling and giving amused matrons a view of his new undies. The waitress had left him in front of a door with a stylized silhouette picture of a woman in a wide skirt. He could not deny that this was the right place for him now. The worst part was that it was so ordinary. No one gave him a second glance as he entered the booth and relieved himself. Since his visit to the doctor, he no longer could stand to void. The mass of petticoats presented a bit of a problem, but that too was solved. He remembered being concerned that he might not get them to hang properly after and being ashamed at the thought. As he returned to the table, he saw his mother's satisfied expression and knew that things would never be the same again for him.
FIN | 1 |
1,892 | Larry's Got a Girlfriend | "My dad's a union man, and he's going to vote for Kennedy," argued Randy.
"Baloney!" Mike always had an answer. "My old man showed me a book where it says Kennedy's a communist! If Nixon doesn't win, the whole army will kill Kennedy and all the communists and everybody, and he'll be President, anyway! What do you know! You're only in sixth grade!"
"Well, I'm in eighth, and..." Larry started.
"Aw, shut up, sissy!" yelled Mike, and the others quickly chimed in, Randy loudest of all. Larry just stopped and turned his back to them. They left after a minute, laughing as they walked. He tried to remember what his mom had told him, that they just called him a sissy because they knew it made him cry. He knew he wasn't a sissy! Why did they keep saying it?
Larry chose to take the short cut home, the one through the little three-story professional office building, to avoid further teasing from his classmates. He knew the path through the lobby, out the back, and over the fence to his own block.
As he passed under the lobby stairs, he looked up at the sounds of footsteps in the otherwise empty room. An attractive woman had stopped about five steps from the top, going through her purse and mumbling to herself. That's one reason he liked this short cut; there were plenty of "real pretty ladies" there, ladies who wore stylish dresses and high-heeled shoes and lots of makeup, just like on TV.
He approached the stairs quietly, and more than a little fearfully. She was standing right by the rail, and the lad realized that his every step closer to her let him see further up her dress!
The awestruck boy just stood there, staring up. Her lightweight wool circle skirt swished and swayed around her legs with her least movement. Larry could see her slip beneath it, and was surprised that it wasn't white, like his mom's slips, but beige, with a frilly lace hem. Her shoes were remarkably tall, with narrow spike heels more than four inches high. They were the highest heels he'd ever seen! They were exactly the same yellow color as her sweater. Her hair was blond and long, and flowed in counterpoint to her skirt when she'd turn her head.
When she bent over to pick up a box, he thought for a second she'd seen him. He ducked under the stairs and held his breath as long as he could. He knew he shouldn't be peeking like this, but it really was an accident, and anyway, it wasn't his fault if he just stood there, was it?
After a few more agonizing seconds without hearing anything from above him, he stuck his head tentatively out from the shadows, scanned the empty room, and looked up, again. This time, he was really surprised.
The woman had put one foot up on the next higher step, resting the box on her knee to look through it. Larry could see farther than ever up her skirt!
The boy was entranced with the feminine vision thus displayed. The long curve of her sheerly clad leg was visible right up to the darker shade of her stocking tops. He didn't really understand why, but looking up into the inviting lace and nylon cavern somehow made his penis crawl inside his shorts, like when his dad drove over a bump in the car when he wasn't expecting it.
When the woman turned and walked down the stairs, he suddenly started walking too, as if he'd just come in. He was blushing bright red, afraid he'd been discovered, but she gave no indication. She walked straight back to the door, about three steps ahead of him. As he followed her, Larry studied her magnificent derriere, appreciating it on a subliminal level. The enticing roll of her hips was pretty, not lewd, to a boy who still didn't fully comprehend the facts of life. He attributed it to her high heels. Thinking about the slip and stockings under those swaying globes kept his "bug" feeling "funny."
They got to the door, and she stopped. She looked right at him, and smiled her warmest, biggest smile. "Could I persuade a handsome gentleman like you to help me get this box of music out to my car?" she asked. Somehow, she sounded like she really meant the "gentleman" part; she wasn't making fun of him, like the boys had been.
"Sure, Ma'am!" he said, trying to use a real deep voice so he'd sound older. He took the box and backed through the door, holding it open for her.
"It's Miss, and thank you!" she nodded. She sidled through the door with her breasts pointing right at him, almost grazing his chest! She was as old as his mother, but her carefully painted face mesmerized the boy. Her eyebrows were sculpted to perfection, her pouty lips painted bright red, and the dose of perfume she'd added on the stairs overwhelmed his senses.
He dropped the box in her trunk and then ran around to open her car door. He wasn't at all prepared for her next move -- she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead! As she swept past to climb into her car, her sweater-covered breast brushed his shoulder, and when she sat, her skirt slid up to reveal her tawny stocking tops.
Larry's whole body "felt funny" now, not just his penis!
He just stood there, looking at her legs. He didn't want her to leave, or even move, not for ever and ever! "Uh, that was a box of music?" he mumbled, praying she'd stay for just a second more.
"Yes," she smiled, and opened her purse. "I teach piano. Do you play?"
"No, Ma'am ... I mean, Miss. I used to, but ..." He trailed off as he recognized the little round black and silver garter doohickie that held up her stockings. He'd seen his mom's a few times.
The door closed without her ever pulling down her skirt.
She reached out the window. "Here's my card. Perhaps your parents will let you take lessons." Larry watched her all the way out the driveway. She waved at him before she pulled out into the street! He waved back, numbly.
When he turned around, there were Mike and Randy and the other boys. They started sing-songing, "Larry's got a girlfriend! Larry's got a girlfriend!" and laughing and pointing at him. That's when he figured out that she'd left a lipstick mark on his forehead! He turned and ran away, jumping over the fence. He took a moment to catch his breath, determined to remember every single instant of his rapturous encounter with the most beautiful woman in the world!
He floated all the way home, stopping to touch his forehead every few steps. He could see a little bit of pink on his fingertip. Sure, the boys' teasing had hurt him. But, it was worth it!
CHAPTER: II
"Miss Dorothy Glamis, private piano lessons," the card said. All of a sudden, music was the most important thing in Larry's world!
His mom had arranged piano lessons when he was younger, but "the stupid teacher got mad at me for no reason," and suspended the lessons, which was just fine with Larry. She was skeptical when he suddenly wanted to become a young Van Cliburn, but a thirteen-year-old can be pretty persuasive to a mother who loves him. "I know a lots better teacher than old Mrs. Moore," he told her. It took two weeks, but he got his way. Larry could hardly wait for his first lesson.
Dorothy was equally excited! She'd stopped on those office stairs hoping to catch a man, preferably in the vulnerable 45-55 range, and one with money, to boot. The real estate offices downstairs were well-stocked with them. Instead, she had found an exquisitely beautiful boy peeking up her dress, and on the spur of the moment, had vamped him.
Until his mother had called her to arrange lessons, she hadn't given the boy any further thought. She had never tried to mix her music with The Cause. The Cause she'd devoted her life to.
Revenge on the world of men!
It suddenly dawned upon her the day after she'd agreed to take him on as another student. She had here a chance to make up for some of the jerks who had used her talent and her desire for success as nothing more than a tool to get into her pants. She had it well within her power to save the world from one more selfish, domineering, insensitive, arrogant male beast.
She could transform the little snot into a woman!
When she opened her front door for his first lesson, he almost peed his pants! It was just a shirtdress, but it was made of shiny red nylon, belted around a waist so tiny he could have closed his hands around it. More importantly, though, the shirt front was open, displaying a cleavage that would have stunned any man!
The dress wrapped around her globes like slick red gloves, squeezing her heavy breasts until they bulged from between her lapels. Her skirt flowed outward from her tiny waist over layers of petticoats that swished loudly as she walked.
He just stood there, staring at her bodice. She spoke gently, inviting him in, then asked him about school and home. Before long, he relaxed enough to respond. He'd never met a woman so pretty, nor one so nice to him!
She led him to the piano -- a big, shiny black upright with a mirror across the front. She set out the same beginner's book Mrs. Moore had used, and had him show her what he'd learned. It wasn't much."This is the beginner's method I like to teach from," she said, and put down a short little green book in front of his old tall one.
He tried the first couple of exercises, but they were too hard.
"Maybe the old book is distracting you," she said, and took it away. Over the top of the little book, he could see himself in the mirror. And next to him, he could see Miss Glamis -- just from her chin down. She was standing behind him, and her breasts were hanging right over his shoulder!
It was several long seconds before she stepped aside so he could no longer see her, and several more before he recovered enough to try the piano again.
He couldn't get enough of her as she moved in and out of his line of sight! At first, he tried not to look, but then he realized that, since the mirror cut off his view of her face, she couldn't see his either, so he experimented more boldly with his stares. As she gave no sign of noticing his interest in her breasts, he concluded that she didn't know he was ogling her almost constantly between exercises.
The book was really tough, but he was absolutely determined to play his best. He didn't even consciously realize why he was suddenly trying so hard, but Dorothy knew! Whenever he'd make mistakes or let his attention wander, she would step out of his view. When he did it right, she'd snuggle up close, so that he could feel her big fluffy skirt pressing against his elbow, and see her enormous bust line filling the mirror.
With that incentive, she was confident the boy would make rapid progress, indeed!
And when it was finally time to go, she bestowed upon him the grandest prize he could imagine -- another kiss!
III
Dorothy watched him carefully as she opened the door for his second lesson, noting that his eyes were much more interested in her silky white blouse than in the way her pencil-slim skirt hugged her full thighs.
"We're going to duet today," she announced, and sat right next to him on the bench. Her cool sleeve constantly tickled his arm as they played. With her body so close, he couldn't help but look right down into the deep V of her décolletage, where he caught occasional glimpses of the delicate white lace that cupped her warm treasures.
The lad honestly didn't associate the sight of her flesh with sex, per se; he just knew that Dorothy was beautiful, and that he felt really funny every time her bra showed. Pretty soon, he was so worked up he couldn't function any longer. He just sat there, his wide eyes drowning in the depths of her bosom.
She cleared her throat, causing her breast flesh to jiggle, but also shaking Larry from his reverie. He looked up into Dorothy's eyes, and saw immediately that she knew he'd been staring at her breasts.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" he cried, quickly turning white, then red, as he dropped his head in shame. "I'm stupid! stupid! stupid!" he thought to himself. "I shouldn't stare at her like a maniac! She'll throw me out, or have me arrested!"
"What's wrong, Larry," she solicited, reaching down and taking his sweaty hand between hers.
"I'm sorry, Miss Glamis," he said, the tears starting to flow. "I was staring at your breasts... I mean... Oh, jeez! I'm sorry! I..."
"Calm down, sweetheart!" she cooed, smoothing his hair. "It's all right, I understand!"
Between sobs, he managed to look up again. Her friendly smile reassured him. "You mean, you're not mad at me?"
"Just because you think I'm pretty? You can't help looking at me when I wear something this nice. I wore this just for you, Larry. It makes me feel very feminine when a young man admires my appearance. Do you think I'm pretty, Larry?"
"Oh, God, Miss Glamis! You're the prettiest woman in the world!" She smiled disbelievingly, coaxing another compliment from him. "No, really! You're the prettiest woman I ever knew. Ever! You're even prettier than Mrs. Hampton, that used to teach seventh-grade math, and all the guys said she musta been a movie star, once!"
"I'm sorry if it disturbs you when my arm touches yours, but that always happens when we play duets."
"No, that's OK!" he protested. "I think it feels neat."
"Really?"
"Really!" he enthused. "It's so soft, and slippery, and... you know!"
"I certainly do! It's wonderful to be a girl and feel pretty clothes against your skin all day." She said, stroking her own arm. "I'm very lucky."
"Yeah." Larry suddenly looked sad. "It's not fair."
It was fortunate that Larry had dropped his dejected gaze, for even he would have noticed the slow blinking of Dorothy's big, brown eyes as she struggled to control herself.
"Perhaps... No, it wouldn't work."
"What?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. I was just trying to think of something so my blouse wouldn't bother you, but I couldn't very well take it off, could I?"
"Oh, no!" he responded quickly. He honestly had not imagined her without her clothes.
"Of course, I couldn't! But I just thought that maybe, if you had something similar to wear, then mine wouldn't bother you so much. I'd change to something rough, like your shirt, but I just don't have anything like that! Oh, well, you wouldn't want to wear something soft and feminine like this, anyway, even if it was really a boy's shirt."
"You mean you've got a boy's shirt made out of this kind of stuff?" he asked, pointing to her sleeve.
Within another minute, both of them were shivering as Larry slid his naked torso into a cool, slick white silk blouse. Dorothy fastened the buttons down his chest so he wouldn't notice they were on the wrong side.
Suddenly all business, Dorothy led him back to the keyboard. It was all she could do to finish the lesson without grabbing him and smothering his face in her bosom! For Larry, the hour seemed to be over before it had started. He stalled as long as possible until she pulled the lovely blouse from his narrow shoulders.
"See you next week," she smiled after planting a longer and wetter kiss than before upon his forehead.
He almost forgot to wipe it off before he got home.
IV
She had not anticipated the rapidity of the child's enslavement to her beauty, and it made her all the hungrier. She suspected correctly from his obvious innocence that he had never even masturbated, much less experimented with girls his own age. That very innocence would have tickled her sense of decency enough for her to release him, had it not also tickled her sexuality. She was as much trapped by her passions as he was.
Larry heard her playing when he rang the bell. "Come on in and sit down," he heard her shout.
He didn't recognize the Debussy, but the sensual strains could not help but relax him as he admired her skill. He saw immediately that she was wearing the same blouse as last time, and dared to hope she would loan him the matching boy's one, again. His penis started stirring as his wandering gaze picked up the silky white garment on a hanger over the door to the kitchen. He wished he could see her pretty face in the piano mirror, but the music was in the way.
She held down the last soft, delicious chord for several long seconds after the sound stopped, anticipating the pleasure to come. A wooden "thunk" sounded as she released the ivories and spun to face her prey.
His open-jawed stare was everything she had hoped for. She had applied full stage makeup today, as if ready for the Hollywood Bowl! Her brows were penciled in an upswept arc, her cheeks ruddy, and her features emphasized with unsubtle shading. Her eyes were resplendent with heavy blue shadow and white highlights, black liner, and enormous false lashes. Her lips had been enlarged with the careful application of several shades of liner and paint, with a film of glycerin to keep them sparkling-moist. Knowing that nothing was too outrageous for the inexperienced boy, she had even indulged in a beauty mark!
"Are you ready for duet practice?" she asked while retrieving the spare blouse.
"I said, are you ready?" she repeated, holding it open for him.
"Uh, yeah... I'm sorry," he mumbled. It took him some time to unfasten his own shirt, as he was unable to tear his eyes away from his inamorata. She simply smiled, and let him drink his fill while she buttoned up his blouse.
Of course, he could not begin to concentrate after they sat down. Try as he might, he could not lower his eyes from the mirror to the lesson book.
"You're beautiful!" he sighed.
"You haven't seen stage makeup before, have you Larry?"
"Huh?"
She suppressed a giggle, then explained. "I've got a performance tonight, after your lesson, so I put on my stage makeup early. Everyone who performs has to put on lots of makeup. Otherwise, the bright lights make you look like a blob of dough."
She was lying about the performance, of course. Her career in this city had ended the moment she had landed her pointed toe in the crotch of the unashamed lech who presided over the Symphonic Association.
She repeated herself. He had not picked up her suggestion the first time. "Even the men and boys have to wear makeup on stage, Larry."
"You're beautiful!" he repeated.
"Why, thank you, you're very sweet!" Undaunted, she tried once again. "You know, a pianist has to wear makeup on stage when she performs. You'll be up there, some day, too."
He looked momentarily puzzled. Was he...
"You mean I'll have to wear makeup, too?"
SHE HAD HIM!
"Of course, you will, sweetheart." She forced herself to stay calm. "It's not a sissy thing at all. You know, Roy Rogers and Gene Autry wear makeup when they make their films."
"Really?"
"Come on with me, I'll show you." She arose, took his hand, and led him into her bedroom.
He hardly noticed the frilly pink lace decor of her boudoir, intent as he was on her overwhelming presence. The whole time she worked on his face, she kept a monologue running to distract him.He was perfectly happy to sit passively while she applied the contents of one mysterious bottle or jar after another. The shiny little black mole glued to her cheek was the sun around which his eyes orbited. They watched her glistening lips work and wondered at her fluttering lashes, but always returned home to the artificial beauty spot.
"There!" she announced as she pinned a chignon to the back of his head and applied a final heavy dose of hairspray. That broke his attention from her face.
"What are you doing?" he finally questioned.
"Thank God he didn't have it in a butch!" she thought to herself. "I don't know if I could have gotten a wig on him!"
"All done!" she said aloud and spun him to face the mirror before he could realize that she had been doing more than he imagined.
She leaned over slightly so she could support his suddenly-weak shoulders. Her smile was radiant, and his totally blank.
"Isn't it wonderful?" she gushed. "We're twins!"
In the mirror, Larry saw not one, but two incredibly beautiful women. He realized that one of them was himself.
And he liked it!
"I'm beautiful, too!" he whispered.
"Even more beautiful than me!" she cooed. She thought she was lying, but an impartial witness might well have agreed.
His hand reached up to touch his face, but she stopped him. "Careful, you mustn't smear it."
His mouth finally closed. "Do you think you can try a smile?" she said playfully. He tried.
His soft, brown eyes got suddenly bigger. He spun to face her and almost shouted! "Miss Glamis, I'm beautiful! I'm beautiful!"
Dorothy pulled herself back suddenly and shot a look to the ceiling, trying desperately to hold herself together. Larry hardly noticed. He had jumped up to put his face up close to the mirror. "I'm even prettier than Linda Perry, and she's the prettiest girl in the eighth grade!" he squealed.
It was better than she had planned, better than she could have imagined. Her program for the boy suddenly expanded tenfold!
"Let's go back to the piano, Larry." She tried to take his hand.
"No!" he pulled away, returning to the mirror. "I want to look some more!"
"You can look in the piano, sweetheart! Now come on, and let's get some lessons in!" She maintained her cheerful disposition and didn't show a trace of impatience.
And now, to her astonishment, Larry tackled the lessons vigorously, instead of lolling and staring at the mirror. He accomplished more in the next twenty minutes than he normally would have in the whole hour!
Larry's glowing face glanced upwards frequently, basking in their reflections, but his primary focus was on the music. She could only shake her head and defer her planning for his future while she scrambled to keep ahead of him in the music lesson. It was not until the alarm clock signaled the end of his time that she remembered it would take at least fifteen minutes to cleanse the child's face.
"Promise we'll do this again, next time!" he pleaded as she flushed the cold cream off with the water gun from the kitchen sink. She called his mother to apologize for the lesson running over while he toweled off. She was startled when she turned around to find him wearing the blouse!
"Can I wear this home?" he asked hopefully. That took her aback, but just for a moment.
"Certainly, Larry," she smiled, thinking frantically. What were his friends' names? The ones he talked about who had teased him?
"I'm so happy for you, Larry! Mike and Randy will really be surprised when they see how pretty you are!"
In an instant, his face matched the show-white blouse perfectly. "Um... Maybe I better not wear this home, Miss Glamis. I better just wear my shirt, you know?"
"Certainly, darling, whatever you want. Let me help you with your boy-things."
He wouldn't be telling!
After he left, she pondered the speed of his transformation. It had literally taken her breath away! "Damn it, Dorothy!" she chuckled. "You're a genius!"
She was too proud of herself, too full of dreams of revenge, and too much a slave to ignorance, to realize the truth. On his very next visit, she decided, she would have him in frilly undies, hose, heels, falsies, and skirt. And on the visit after that -- anything!
The woman was so wrapped up in her plans, she couldn't see the truth. She thought she was weaving an evil net around the boy to drag him into degradation.
And while it was true that she was starting inexcusably early, tampering where she didn't belong, it was also true that she was liberating him. She was saving him.
For all the wrong reasons, Dorothy was giving Larry a chance that very few of his generation received. A chance at an adolescence and adulthood that would bypass a mountain of confusion, self-loathing, physical and mental abuse -- and possibly, suicide.
A chance to become the woman that God had intended! | 4 |
1,913 | All Girl Band | "I swear to God, that brother of mine is the most worthless creature on this planet!"
Lisa Thomas was about ready to toss a Ming Dynasty vase through the patio doors when her roommate and business partner, Lynn Horton, grabbed it from behind.
"Whoa, there! What's gotten you pissed off enough to break a $15,000 antique?"
It took Lisa a few minutes to calm down and talk rationally, so Lynn replaced the vase on its pedestal and made them both a cup of tea.
"My brother Bob just called collect from a train station in France. He's broke and wants me to send him money." Her eyes flashed at the mention of her brother's name.
"What? Why does he need your money? It's only been two years since you received your inheritances. He couldn't have blown $750,000 in that short a time!"
Two years previously, Lisa and Bob's parents were killed by a drunk driver while coming home from a charity function. As a result of their mother's real estate business and father's successful medical practice, they shared equally in a substantial inheritance and insurance settlement.
"It seems that while I invested my money wisely in Dad's medical clinic and your music management firm, my brother was getting laid and stoned while playing with some rock band called 'Doggy Style'!"
Bob's only skill, at least as far as Lisa could see, was an uncanny ability on the electric guitar.
"What are you going to do? Send him the cash, or turn him down and teach him a lesson?" Lynn refilled their teacups.
"Tell you the truth, I'd like to let him rot over there until he's desperate enough to get a real job and earn his airfare home! But I guess I'll send the little shit a plane ticket. If I sent him cash, he'd probably just buy drugs with it."
"Does he know about the new developments in your life?" Lynn asked hesitantly.
"Um,...no! I haven't told him," Lisa giggled as Lynn handed her the refilled cup. "But he'll be in no position to make a stink. He'll be under my roof, living by my rules!"
There was a hint of triumph in her tone.
Lynn sat on the leather sofa and put her arm around Lisa. Lisa snuggled down into the cushions and purred contentedly.
"I can't wait to see your brother's reaction when he finds out his big sister is a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian!"
Both women had a long laugh, their hands on each other's thigh, as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. By the time the sky was dark, Lisa and Lynn were deep in the throes of passionate lovemaking."He screamed, before he fell to the floor in convulsions from the electrical shock.
Lynn immediately turned on a lamp while Lisa stood over the culprit, ready to zap him again.
"BOB!" Lynn said.
"You thieving asshole! Why did you come back?" Lisa screamed.
"I don't think he'll be in any condition to answer you for a while."
Lynn was right. He lay there on the Persian rug, a quivering mass of jello, eyes rapidly swelling shut from the Mace, and his muscles twitching uncontrollably.
"Pweez...uh..uh.., don her meee, uh...uh...!" he said.
The two women tied his hands and feet together and dragged him onto the hardwood floor where he was gagged and tied to an antique iron stove Lisa had just bought.
"That ought to hold him until morning. I'll decide then whether or not to have him arrested for burglary and assault with a deadly weapon!"
Lisa looked at the knife on the floor, along with the salami, cheese, bread and beer he'd obviously been intending to eat. She put the food back in the refrigerator, but left the knife right where it fell -- with Bob's fingerprints all over it!
BOB'S AWAKENING
I don't know how long I lay there all trussed up on the hardwood floor. The next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming onto my face, and the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air.
I tried changing positions, which was nearly impossible considering the way they had tied my wrists and ankles. I also tried to call for help, but the gag permitted little more than a guttural, animal-like noise.
I heard the familiar 'clack, clack, clack' of women's high heeled shoes on the floor, and then my field of vision was filled with a pair of black spike-heeled pumps. They were so close that I could smell the leather.
"Is our big bad burglar awake?"
I recognized Lisa's voice immediately and tried to make eye contact, but my restraints didn't permit it.
"Mmmph...rrmph...grggl...!"
"I'll take that as a yes. If I remove your gag, do you promise to behave yourself?" she asked condescendingly.
The thought of giving her the satisfaction of an affirmative answer galled me to no end, but my need for freedom outweighed my pride and anger. I nodded.
Lynn and Lisa sat imperiously above me on the sofa, their coffee cups in hand, while I related the events which led to my return the night before.
"After I left here, me and the guys drove to Malibu and had a few drinks at a bar. We met these chicks, and they invited us to their place on the beach. On the way there, we stopped at a 7-11 to get some beer, and the next thing I know, one of my buddies pulls a gun and tells the clerk to empty the register!"
"My brother, the future convict!" Lisa crowed.
It pissed me off that she actually looked pleased at the possibility that I might go to jail!
"That's not all, sis. The clerk reached into the drawer and came out with a huge wad of bills in his right hand, which my buddy reached for immediately. Then I saw the .44 Magnum in the clerk's other hand! Fifteen seconds later both the clerk and my buddy were dying on the floor, and I was running down the highway as fast as my feet would carry me."
Lisa went to the telephone while Lynn kept a close watch on me. She dialed the police, and I held my breath as my beloved sister spoke. I was relieved, and a little surprised when she hung up a few minutes later without having turned me in.
She'd spoken to an ex-girlfriend who worked as a police dispatcher. The good news was that the clerk wasn't dead, just badly wounded. The bad news was that my buddy was dead, and the clerk was certain that he could identify the other robber! In fact, the police already had a composite drawing and were releasing it to the newspapers and television stations!
"You really did it this time, Bob. According to state law, if anybody dies as a result of a crime, even one of the perpetrators, his accomplice is responsible. You'll be charged with armed robbery and murder!"
Lynn knelt down beside me, her full breasts near my face.
"This is the closest you'll get to a woman for a long time. But I'm sure you'll be very popular at San Quentin!"
"You can't turn me in! I'm your own flesh and blood! Just give me some money, and you'll never see me again." I tried to keep the fear out of my voice.
"No way I'm going to be an accessory to murder." Lisa shot back as she picked up the phone. Lynn continued to sit beside me on the floor, the smell of her perfume taunting me. She seemed to be deep in thought.
"I'm begging you, sis! You know what'll happen in prison. I'll do anything you want. Just don't turn me in!"
I babbled like a baby, ashamed at being reduced to begging for my freedom.
"Maybe there's another option." Lynn said.
"You can't mean you want to help this lizard!"
"Maybe there's a way he can not only be punished, but also be useful to us, without turning him over to the police."
I couldn't believe Lynn was on my side. Especially since my near rape of her the day before.
"Yes, yes. Anything you want! I promise I'll..."
"Shut up Bob," Lisa growled. "What do you mean he could be useful to us?" she asked Lynn.
For the next fifteen minutes they conferred in hushed tones near the fireplace. I could only make out a word here and there, and I remember Lisa laughing a couple times. Finally they broke up their huddle and returned.
"Here's the deal, Bob. Either you agree to cooperate with us, without question, or I call the cops right now and turn you in for robbery, murder, attempted murder, breaking and entering and attempted assault!"
Lisa stood there, arms crossed and hip cocked to one side. Her shiny black leather pumps just inches from my face. In the background I could see Lynn with her hand on the telephone.
As I weighed my limited options, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Lisa asked sweetly.
"Los Angeles Police Department, ma'am. May we ask you a few questions?" came the no nonsense reply.
"Sure. Just let us throw some clothes on."
I'm sure Lisa could smell my fear.
"What'll it be, little brother? Accept our terms, or become the 'Sweetheart of Cellblock D'?"
"Whatever you say, sis. Just don't turn me in!"
Quicker than I could say 'free at last', Lynn had me stuffed into a lingerie filled trunk at the back of her closet. I could barely make out bits and pieces of their conversation with the cops:
"He tried to break in last night..."
"A warrant for his arrest..."
"My brother has friends in Europe..."
"If I ever see or hear from him again, I assure you I'll call immediately!"
After what seemed like an hour in that hot, stuffy, feminine box, Lynn and Lisa returned.
"I think they believed me when I said you might have gone back to Europe. But they'll be looking around here for you anyway. Bob Thomas has got to disappear!"
"You got it, sis! Just give me some dough and..."
"Be quiet unless you're spoken to!" Lynn said.
"You misunderstand, little brother. We have a deal. You belong to us now. You're not going anywhere. But Bob Thomas is still going to disappear!"
The next two days were a whirlwind of confusing (at least to me) activities, during which I was kept naked except for one of Lynn's pink terrycloth bathrobes, which barely (HA!) covered my ass. They burned the only clothes I had, and took all of my identification.
Lisa spent a great deal of time on the phone with someone at our father's medical clinic, and also her lawyer, while Lynn spent an equal amount of time talking to someone named Tasha.
For my part, I realized that losing my stuff was better than a jail cell, so I just watched TV and drank beer. In fact, I'd just finished one that Lisa cheerfully served me when I began to get drowsy.
"Enjoying your beer?" Lynn asked.
I nodded, wondering why my hands were going numb.
"I hope so, because it's the last one you'll be having for a long, long time."
With that ominous statement ringing in my ears, I realized she had drugged me!
"Wha's goin' awn, Lee...saaa?" I slurred as the paralysis spread quickly to my throat, arms and legs.
"It's time for Bob Thomas to make good his escape from the law. Although, you won't be escaping justice," Lynn said as she rolled first my legs, then my torso up in a large Persian rug.
"Don't worry dear, I promise that when we're through the police will never catch you."
Lisa said this as my numb body was lifted off the sofa by two beefy Latino men that appeared out of nowhere! I tried to scream out a protest, but whatever they'd given me left me completely motionless and speechless.
"Curare, little brother. That's what I put in your beer. Just enough to make you manageable for Hector and Felipe. I discovered that for a hot meal and $100, there was very little they won't do!"
I was carried to the garage and tossed roughly into the back of an old pickup truck filled with rags, cardboard and aluminum cans.
As the two men covered me with this refuse, Lisa and Lynn came into my field of vision, both smiling. My terror was out of control at this point, and the syringe Lisa held did nothing to allay my fears.
"We're not going to kill you. After all, we're family! We've just found a way to make you more useful, and at the same time protect ourselves for having hid you from the police."
With that, she stuck the needle deep into my exposed right shoulder.
I heard the doors to the truck slam shut, and the antiquated engine sputter to life.
"Senora, where are we taking this hombre?", I heard one of the men say as consciousness slipped away."Take Pacific Coast Highway north until you reach Malibu Canyon Road. Turn right and drive until you see a sign that says 'The Thomas Clinic and Medical Lab'. Go to the rear loading dock, someone will meet you."
Lisa returned just as I was sinking into the blackness completely.
"When you wake up, we'll both be there, and you'll be safe from the police. See you soon, little brother!"
I remember the cool night air hitting my face as the garage door opened and we drove out into the black night.
I vaguely remember thinking: "Maybe I should have turned myself in!"
Time lost all meaning for me. I was having weird dreams about being in a hospital. Nurses would come and inject something into me, and then leave. A doctor would lean over me, look down my throat, and then he too would leave. Sometimes I would come to as I was being wheeled somewhere on a cart, only to drift off again, amidst a roomful of green-clad figures.
Finally, after I don't know how long, the periods of consciousness began to outlast those of oblivion.
Each time a nurse entered my room, I tried to call out, but for some reason I couldn't utter a sound. I tried to wave, but found that I was restrained. What had happened to me?
I considered the possibility that the two men from Lisa's house had beaten me badly, or that there'd been some sort of accident and I was paralyzed. It also occurred to me that I might be in police custody!
One day, Lisa and Lynn walked through the door to my room, accompanied by the same doctor I'd seen in my dreams.
"How's our little patient today, hmm?" the doctor chirped.
Everybody was smiling as they waited for my response.
"Aargh...grrlf...," I said. Even I wasn't sure what I meant.
"Oh my, I forgot to remove the laryngeal inhibitor," the doctor said as he reached for a long, strange-looking device.
I tried to shrink from him, but had nowhere to go, as he stuck what seemed like his arm and a golf club down my throat!
"This was inserted in order to immobilize the patient's vocal cords during the healing process," he explained to Lisa and Lynn as he withdrew from my throat.
"Now that the sutures are dissolved, we can try our new technique for voice enhancement."
The doctor spoke as though I wasn't even in the room. I felt like a guinea pig! Before I could speak, he grabbed a small instrument that looked like a jeweler's tool and stuck his hand down my throat once again.
"The patient's larynx has been downsized considerably, resulting in a complete loss of what is called the Adam's apple. We then attached a very small prosthetic device called a... well, the name is difficult even for me to pronounce, but we attached it to the patient's vocal cords."
Lisa and Lynn looked at me like it was a petting zoo, while the doctor continued his medical show and tell.
He touched something down inside my neck, and then I actually felt the tool he held lock into place!
"This device will help throat cancer victims regain a pleasant and normal-sounding voice."
I felt him turn his hand ever so slightly, resulting in a mild pain in my throat.
"Alright now, say: 'Good Morning Dr. Leonard.'"
"Goo...morging...dokker Lenner," I croaked, my voice little more than a good impression of a cement mixer. I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the thought I might have lost the power of speech forever.
"Why does she sound like that?" Lisa asked, as I wondered who the 'she' was.
"It's expected. The larynx is so much smaller now, it's incapable of speech in the patient's former vocal range. Let me make another adjustment."
This went on for almost a half hour before I was actually able to form complete words. To my dismay, my voice kept getting higher and higher with each adjustment.
"Say: 'Thank you. I'd love to dance,'" he prompted me, as Lisa and Lynn smirked in the background.
I repeated the stupid line and realized that my voice was almost as high as Lisa's!
"Wait a minute! What the fuck's goin' on here?" I asked as forcefully as my new voice would allow. "Why are you making me sound like a girl....mmmph...aargh?!"
I nearly choked as Dr. Leonard shoved his gloved hand back down my throat.
"Such nasty language. You shouldn't speak so loudly so soon. We're not through yet."
The doctor turned to my sister and asked her if she was satisfied with the voice adjustment. To my horror, she shook her head, and then conferred with Lynn in the corner. Meanwhile, the doctor seemed to be checking bandages on my nose and ears, as well as doing something to my scalp.
"Dr. Leonard, we've decided that we don't ever want to hear that type of pushy, forceful outburst from Barbie again. Can something be done to ensure that?"
"Yes, but the patient may never be taken seriously in a boardroom or business environment. Such an adjustment would leave her with the voice of a,...well...bimbo."
He looked at me, almost as if he felt my helplessness. In a strange way, I sensed he was powerless too. And who was this 'Barbie' Lisa mentioned?
"Perfect! The boardroom is the last place our little patient will be," Lynn laughed. "More likely the bedroom!"
I felt the doctor make one final turn, much longer than any of the others, and I felt my throat tighten from within, like a rubber band being stretched to its limit.
He withdrew his hand, but quickly re-inserted it. This time he held what looked like a long spray gun, and I felt him squirt something down my throat.
"This is a combination anesthetic and surgical adhesive. Over the next few hours it will paralyze the vocal cords, while the adhesive assures the current adjustments are permanent!"
The doctor left the room, leaving me with my sister and Lynn.
Permanent!
I'd have the voice of a bimbo permanently!
Lynn left me no time to absorb this development, because she sat on the edge of my bed and took my restrained hand in hers.
"We realize you must be upset, Barbie. Oh yes, that's now legally your name. You're Barbie Ann Dahl. Get it? Barbie DOLL!"
She and Lisa couldn't control their laughter over my new name.
"According to your new birth certificate, You were born in Phoenix, Arizona to Joseph and Betsy Dahl. I happen to know that your mother gave you that name because her favorite toy was a Barbie Doll. Now pay attention, because you'll need to memorize these details."
Lisa filled a paper cup with some water and held my head while I sipped it. I swore to myself that I'd bide my time, figure out a way back to my life, and then kick the living shit out of both of them!
Lynn just droned on about this manufactured life they'd set up for me. I didn't listen, because I had no intention of living as a girl. Then, just as I thought she'd finished, she dropped a bombshell.
"One last detail, Barbie dear. According to your birth certificate, your were born on the same day as Lisa's missing brother Bob, the 27th of March. That should be easy to remember. Of course, the year is different, since he's so much older than you."
My eyes widened and filled with tears. What did she mean? Somehow, in spite of the anesthetic paralyzing my throat, I managed to squeak out a very weak, very high-pitched:
"What...year...does...it...say...I...was...born....?"
"Why, everybody knows when they were born, silly girl. It's written right here - March 27th, 1976!"
Two Weeks Later
The mirror had become my enemy. It was a constant reminder of my loss of identity. I'd put off going to the bathroom as long as possible just to avoid seeing the reflection above the toilet.
Part of me still refused to accept the fact that the strange image was mine. Each day the comfort of that denial faded like an old pair of bluejeans.
I still saw the same broad chest and shoulders as before, only now they were completely hairless, but then, so was the rest of me! One morning two orderlies took me to a room where I was covered with a cool blue gel, and then wires were attached to my toes, fingers, ears and scalp. I was then placed into a shallow water-filled tub, where I floated for 30 minutes while a mild charge of some kind coursed through my body. That was 8 days ago, and I haven't been able to find a hair on me since.
My bald head gave me some small satisfaction, because it seemed to emphasize my manhood. At least it did as long as I didn't look down at the rest of my face.
My formerly strong, Mel Gibson-ish nose was replaced with a silly little nothing of a Melanie Griffith-ish nose! It made me look pinched and out of proportion, and more than a little sissified.
My new ears were likewise much smaller than before, and closer to my head. My formerly single pierced right ear had been augmented with 4 more holes in each ear! And in place of my small silver stud now hung three gold hoops, a black onyx heart-shaped stud and a diamond earring. I'd tried to remove them, but was told by Lynn that surgical glue made that impossible.
Any thought of escape was futile, once I realized that not only were the windows sealed shut, but I was on the 6th floor. The one time I attempted to slip out of my room and get to an elevator, I was caught by a heavyset female nurse, who much to my surprise, easily subdued me until the orderlies returned me to my bed.
"Good morning, Barbie! How are we today?" the man I'd come to know as Dr. Markley asked.
I gave him my usual silent, glaring response. I still couldn't stand the sound of my new voice.
"Come, come now. We must have a good attitude. You don't want your sister to have me use our special way of making you speak again, do you?"
He was right. I definitely didn't want that.The last time I refused to speak, I was given a strange drug that caused me to babble on senselessly until my throat was sore and hoarse, and I fainted from exhaustion.
"Alright, you win. I'm speaking, are you happy now?" My answer was dripping with sarcasm. Unfortunately, with this new voice of mine, sarcasm came out sounding like little more than childish petulance.
Lisa and Lynn entered, followed by a woman in a white lab coat. Her features were strikingly beautiful, with long brunette hair that draped her shoulders and caressed her large, firm breasts. She was about 5'6", and perfectly proportioned. From her narrow waist down to her shapely legs, this woman was an eyeful.
"Meet Dr. Renee Sanders, from the clinic's bio-genetic research team," Lynn said as she sat down beside the bed. "Dr. Sanders has been working on something brand new that she thinks will ensure your safety from prosecution."
As Lynn spoke, the woman in the lab coat was setting several bottles on a table beside my bed.
"Recent advances in genetic engineering have allowed us to greatly expand our knowledge of exactly how living things develop certain characteristics."
In spite of her beauty and allure, I found Dr. Sanders' droning, monotone voice annoying.
"For instance, last month we injected a mouse with a hybrid 'genetic cocktail' made with mutated and enhanced cells from a common house cat. As of this morning, the mouse had gained 4 pounds and is meowing like a lion."
She lifted one of the bottles and inserted a long hypodermic needle into it. I was watching her so closely that I never felt Lisa and Lynn strap my arms to the bed.
"Hey...why are you doing that? Let me go!"
"Hush now, Barbie. We don't want a scene," Lisa said as they quickly secured my legs as well.
"We think we've discovered a way to synthesize the DNA code of humans, modify it, and re-generate it in another host body."
As she spoke, Dr. Sanders swabbed my arm with a cotton ball, and I watched helplessly as she slipped the needle into my soft white flesh.
I watched as the pale yellow, viscous solution drained into me, and I wondered what it was designed to do exactly.
"How long before we see some results?" Lynn asked impatiently.
"About a week," Dr. Sanders answered.
"What kind of results do you mean?" I asked meekly, beads of sweat beginning to run down my forehead.
My tormentresses, Lisa and Lynn, looked at each other conspiratorially as Dr. Sanders wrote on the chart hanging at the foot of my bed while answering.
"As we speak, the genetic information contained in the injection is moving through your system, heading for your cerebral hemispheres, pituitary gland, and prostate. It will attach to the appropriate cells and chromosomes and modify them to match the encoding on the new genetic data."
She smugly clicked her pen and replaced the chart.
"What the fuck does that mean in English?" I wailed.
I did not get a straight answer from anybody that day, but over the next week, the effects of Dr. Sanders' 'genetic cocktail' became as clear to me as the pert upturned nose on my face.
My hair began to grow back, but only on my head and crotch. It started the very next morning as a soft fuzziness, and by nightfall, my formerly bald skull was covered with thick, wavy hair that nearly touched the bottom of my neck. And it was a vivid honey blonde! By the second day, Lisa had to show me how to pull it back off my face with a barrette in order to keep it out of my eyes.
My eyebrows grew back that first day too, but nothing like they were before. Instead of my dark bushy ones, I found I now had well-groomed, highly arched brows, just a tad darker than the mane of hair that had taken over my head.
The crotch hair didn't materialize quite as quickly, but there were certainly other things going on down there.
My balls first began to ache the second day, and by noon on the third day after the injection, it felt as though somebody were kicking me in the crotch every 10 minutes! I begged the nurses for some pain medication, but they just smiled and left me alone.
It felt as though my testicles were trying to shrink back into my gut, and sure enough, by the end of day four, they had reduced in size by at least 75%! They now looked less like the masculine organs of a grown man and more like the pre-pubescent balls of a 10-year-old boy.
At the same time, my beloved cock dwindled away to almost nothing. It now barely peeked out from a triangular forest of newly grown blond pubic hair. It was no longer long or supple enough for me to grab onto, and I was relegated to sitting down to pee, just like a woman!
Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their demented handiwork. I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I now was.
"I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!" exclaimed Lisa as I stood motionless and nude before them.
"Yes, we're quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection," answered Dr. Sanders. "Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient's chart?"
Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big, throbbing rocket into the very pretty and buxom young nurse, but now I bowed my head shyly as she responded.
"Patient Barbie Ann Dahl, admitted 6 weeks ago exhibiting the physical characteristics of a fully grown male adult 24 years of age. At the time of admittance, the patient stood 6'0" tall and weighed 190 lbs. Patient's body was covered extensively with coarse black hair, and the genitals were measured as being somewhat...er..., large. The penis was 6" in its flaccid state, and 12" erect."
I listened wordlessly as the details of my debasement were enumerated while Lisa and Lynn just smirked.
"The patient now exhibits the physical characteristics of a considerably under-androgenized male in the early teen years. Height is now 5'2" and the patient's weight is currently 110 lbs. Body hair has been all but eliminated, except of course in the cranial area and genital vicinity. The penis now is just 1" long in the flaccid state, and incapable of erection, and the testes have withdrawn to an undescended position and reside within the lower abdomen."
I couldn't help myself any longer, and the tears began to flow freely over my lost virility.
"There, there Barbie, don't cry," Lynn said sneeringly. "We promised that the police would never catch you. They're not looking for an underdeveloped, sissified teenager, now are they?!"
"I hate you all for doing this to me! You've ruined my life!" I screamed with my high soprano voice.
The nurse gave me a shot to calm me down, then she and Dr. Sanders left me alone with Lynn and my sister.
"Look here, Barbie. All is not lost. If you like, Lynn and I can arrange it so that you can resume your musical career, and be more successful than ever before," Lisa said gently as I sank dejectedly back into the bed. It was the nicest she'd been to me since I came home from Europe.
"Really?" I asked, hopeful that they'd finally tired of fucking with my mind and would return me to normal.
"Definitely! Furthermore, we promise that you'll not only make a lot of money, but you'll have all the groupies you can handle!" Lynn added.
My mind was beginning to get a little fuzzy from the tranquilizer as I considered what they were saying.
"But won't the police arrest me?" I muttered, as my eyelids grew ever more weighty.
"You let us handle that problem. What do you say?" Lisa shot back, her face just inches from mine. "This is your last chance to return to the life of a rock 'n roll guitar player."
By now, I knew better than to trust these two bitches, but the injection had lowered my ability to reason and resist. Besides, if they were being straight with me, I didn't want to blow my last chance at a life filled with groupies!
"What's in it for you two?" I slurred as best I could.
"You hire Lynn as your manager and agree to pay a reasonable sum for her services. And I get the pleasure of finally seeing my younger sibling amount to something!" Lisa responded quickly as she placed a manila folder filled with documents in my small, smooth lap.
By now, I was so desperate to escape from my sexless, childlike condition that I agreed to their offer. Lisa immediately put a pen in my soft, limp fingers and began guiding it across several of the documents in the folder. I was far too doped-up to read what I was signing, and I may have even dozed off once or twice.
"There, dear. That's the last item that needed your signature!" Lisa chirped happily as Dr. Sanders and the nurse re-entered the room.
I felt my hip being swabbed with alcohol, and then the sharp stab of a hypo. I was just a hair this side of unconscious, but I was deliriously happy. That injection could only mean one thing: I was on my way back to manhood and freedom!
"This phase should only take about 24 hours," I heard Dr. Sanders say from a million miles away.
"Good! Because the band starts recording their first album in just ten days," Lynn replied.
"We can start her accelerated re-education almost immediately," Dr. Sanders said as the nurse hung an I.V. drip beside the bed. "Through a combination of subliminal tapes, psychotropic drugs and hypnosis, she should be acclimated to her new personality within the week."
"Wha..., new pers...?!" I mumbled as the light rapidly turned to gray.
"That's great, doctor," Lisa shot back, ignoring my feeble attempt at a question. "But I want to make one minor adjustment in that phase of her conversion."
There was more black than gray now, and I couldn't quite make out what the four women were saying."I...learned...my...lesson...Lisa...." I whispered as the black consumed me.
The crowd was still cheering wildly, lighters held aloft, as the band rushed from the stage to the waiting limousines. In just a year, The Vixens had gone from obscurity to being the hottest heavy metal band in the country.
Their debut album, 'Hot To Trot', had gone double platinum, and following a stint as the opening act for Guns N' Roses, they were now on their own 50-city, six-month tour. Their pictures had been on the cover of every rock magazine in America, and inside the lockers of nearly every heterosexual teenage boy. Their popularity was due not only to the hard-driving music, but to the fact that they were quite possibly the four most stunningly beautiful, sexy girls you could find in one place at the same time!
Kelly, the tall singer and leader of the band, had jet-black spiky hair, a gorgeous body with long dancer's legs, and a voice as powerful as a jackhammer. Misty, the bass player, was also taller than average, but a redhead. She loved using her height and domineering personality to intimidate the guys in the front row. She would stand tantalizingly close to them, her hands stroking the neck of her instrument like a big musical cock, her legs pumping in time to the music. Then, just when she thought they were ready to shoot their wads, she put her high-heeled boot in their face and made them lick it. The crowd would go nuts!
Maya was the drummer, and a former Miss Botswana. She used her powerful black legs to kick out the kind of beat you could feel in your kidneys as she sat imperiously above the stage behind her drumset. Her finely chiseled face and full sensuous lips looked regal in the spotlight, as did her muscular arms and large breasts.
But the most popular member of The Vixens was their dazzlingly gorgeous guitar player. Unlike the other girls, she was a petite little thing who needed to stand on a special platform when photos were taken in order to be seen! Her flowing mane of platinum blonde hair always looked as though she'd just finished being fucked by a tiger, and it framed her heart-shaped face and long neck perfectly, hanging almost to her ass.
In concert, she always appeared to be shy and avoided the spotlight, but the guys in the lighting crew had specific instructions to the contrary. Her every movement was highlighted, and elicited catcalls and wolf whistles from the mostly drunken crowd of male groupies. In spite of herself, she found that she rolled her hips every time she hit a power chord, and frequently puckered her ripe, pouty lips and licked them, simultaneously winking at a guy she'd pick out of the throng.
She never wore more on stage than necessary, and this particular night was no exception. A black underwire demi-bra lifted and pushed her 36D titties into view beneath the black leather bolero jacket she wore. Her bare midriff showed off the 22" waistline she worked to maintain, and the ultra-short red leather miniskirt did the same for her 35" hips and pillow-like ass. Black fishnet stockings held up by a bright blue garter belt added to the tarty look that she was becoming known for, as did the neon blue ankle boots with the 5" heels.
Every time she played one of her technically flawless, visually erotic guitar solos, she would fall to her knees at the front of the stage and appear to masturbate herself and the guitar at the same time! Often, she would culminate her solo by sticking her fingers beneath her tiny skirt, then remove them and lick them seductively! Her large, smoky eyes seemed to possess a combination of passionate abandon and sheer terror.
The boys loved this mixture of wanton slut and frightened rabbit.
As the limo pulled to the curb at their hotel, each girl exited, leaving only the guitar player and the band's manager behind.
"You did very, very good tonight. Although I want you to show off your tits more at the next show," the manager said as the girl stared out the window at the crush of fans holding up signs and things to autograph. "Are you listening to me, Barbie?"
She turned in the seat and stared at the older-looking, classily dressed woman.
"Yes, ma'am, I hear you," she purred in that sexy little voice that Arsenio Hall had found so funny when they were on his show last week. Ever since the day she'd signed those documents in the hospital, she'd been incapable of addressing Lynn as anything other than 'Ma'am' or 'Miss Horton'.
The car door opened, and her foster mother Lisa got in beside her.
"I hear the show went great tonight. That's wonderful, because there's somebody special up in the hotel who wants to talk to our little superstar about branching out on her own!" Lisa had her hand on Barbie's fishnet-clad thigh as she brushed a stray hair off her ex-brother's thrusting left boob.
"Solo? But I don't want to go solo. I hate being seen like this by so many people," Barbie whined as she felt a shiver of excitement pass between her legs as Lisa continued to caress her bosom.
"But he's talking about television, movies, product endorsements. Millions of dollars," Lynn interjected, her mind already calculating her and Lisa's profit margin.
"What do I care? I never see any of my money anyway. You promised me that I'd be a rich rock star?" the tearful sexpot whimpered.
"You are a rock star. And if it wasn't for that contract you signed giving Lynn 50% of your income as your personal manager, and another 40% as your business manager, you would be rich! And thanks to the legal papers you signed making me your guardian and foster mother, I'm the one who decided to donate the remaining 10% of your income to the Thomas Center for Substance Abuse Research!" Lisa responded scoldingly.
"When are you and Miss Horton going to let me go back to my old life again?" the poor little transformee begged, her large nipples poking through her flimsy top.
Lynn and Lisa looked at each other as though amused by something Barbie had said.
"Oh dear, I'm afraid she's had another episode of what Dr. Sanders called 'periodic selective memory'," Lynn said impatiently.
"That must be it. The doctor warned us that it might occur every now and then over the first year," Lisa answered.
"Periodic...what do you mean?" Barbie asked, still distressed by her new inability to understand or use words containing more than 3 syllables.
"Don't you remember, dear. You can never go back to who you were. Not since Dr. Sanders' genetic formula turned your little pee-pee and tiny balls into a nice, moist pussy and fertile ovaries!"
The car door opened, and the flabbergasted beauty was helped to her high-heeled feet.
Barbie remembered now. She would never be anything but what she was. A sexy little rock 'n' roll tramp with a body to die for, and a pussy to fill. Her sister's revenge had been completed the day she awoke from that last injection to find herself trapped in the body of a teenage sexbomb! What's more, while she was unconscious, they had messed with her mind somehow, so that every time she was around a crowd of people, particularly men, she felt compelled to act like a horny little cockteaser.
She minced over to the crowd of male groupies waiting behind the red barrier, her hands lifting up her tits for all to see, an involuntary smile spreading across her face.
"Hi, guys! Do you like what you see?" she cooed in her little-girl voice.
The fans erupted into a cacophony of cheers and whistles, and one guy carrying a sign that read: 'Barbie's Buddies' broke through the line and grabbed her around her tiny waist. Before anyone could react, he'd buried his face in her deep cleavage and began groping her ass!
Lynn and Lisa were used to this kind of reaction to their creation, and they just stood back while the police held off the rest of the mob.
"Well, well, there big boy!" Barbie giggled. "I guess you want to be my Ken doll!"
Inside, Barbie wanted to puke as she put her feminine hand to his crotch, and in full view of everybody, began to masturbate him through his jeans!
"GO BARBIE! GO BARBIE! GO BARBIE!" the crowd chanted.
Finally, the awestruck boy let out a howl of orgasmic delight, and gave Barbie a long, deep French kiss.
Before he could walk away, though, Barbie unzipped his pants, stuck two fingers inside his shorts until she felt them covered with his cum, and then withdrew them and sexily and rapturously licked them dry!
"Bye now, guys! I've got to go and get my beauty sleep!" she yelled as she walked, hip-swingingly into the hotel.
The elevator doors closed on the trio of women, Barbie once again demurely silent away from the crowd. As the floors zipped by, Barbie hoped that she was done being humiliated for the night and could just retire to her suite for a good night's sleep and further exploration of her tingling new pussy.
"Now, it's important that you show this big shot how much you appreciate his interest in your career," Lynn cautioned as the elevator doors opened on the 28th floor.
"This isn't the floor my suite is on!" Barbie complained as the two women pushed her into the hallway.
"Of course it's not. But Mr. Big's suite is # 2869. I hear those last two numbers are among his favorites!" Lisa laughed as she winked knowingly at Barbie.
"We'll see you for breakfast in the morning," they said in unison as the elevator doors slid shut.
Barbie hadn't taken more than 5 nervous steps when a door opened, and she was facing a muscular Italian man dressed only in a pair of red nylon underwear.
"Hello! You must be Barbie Dahl! I'd recognize those jugs anywhere. Hey, I love your band! Do you wanna fuck?""I hear you have an uncanny ability to know what a man likes!"
"If you only knew the truth," Barbie thought to herself as she fell to her knees and put her lips to the bulge facing her. | 1 |
1,917 | Baby Becky is Born | "Oh Richie! Aren't you up yet?" his mother called from downstairs. Yes, Richie was awake and trying desperately to change his wet sheets before his mother found out. Richard was 6 years old, and like many boys his age, had a bed-wetting problem. His mother had been very patient with him at first, trying all the conventional methods to try to get him to dry up. Unfortunately, nothing she tried seemed to have the least effect on him. Finally, as a last resort, she took him to the doctor, thinking that maybe there was something physically wrong with her son. The doctor could find nothing except the fact that Richie was exceptionally small for his age. Many people would mistake him for a three-year-old rather than six. The doctor suggested that Richie's bed-wetting was just something that he would eventually grow out of and that there was really nothing to worry about. His mother, however, was becoming increasingly upset at his apparent lack of control. The angrier she became at him, the more insecure and upset he became, which meant the more he would wet his bed.
The night before, his mother had helped him to get ready for bed and had warned him that if he woke up wet in the morning, then she would have to take drastic action, though just what that action was, she wouldn't say. He tried to stay awake all night, too afraid of what would happen if he fell asleep. Finally, around 4:00 am, the inevitable happened, and he dozed off, waking up as usual, soaking wet. As he worked quickly to change his sheets, he could hear his mother walking up the stairs. "It's too late," he thought to himself, "she is going to find out!"
When his mother opened his bedroom door, there stood Richie in his wet pajamas, trying to hide the large wet spot in his bed.
"Well, young man, I see my talk with you last night did not do any good," she said sternly.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," her son answered fearfully. "I just fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was wet! I didn't do it on purpose!! I just couldn't help it!"
His mother took his wet sheets from him and said, "I'll take care of these; you go take a shower and come back here when you are done."
While Richie was in the shower, he thought to himself, "Gee, Mom didn't seem too upset with me! Maybe she forgot what she said last night, maybe she understands that I really can't stop wetting my bed. I bet if Dad was still alive, he would understand!" After he had dried himself and put his wet pajamas in the clothes hamper, he wrapped the towel around himself and went back to his room. When he opened his bedroom door, he couldn't believe what he saw! His mother was just finishing putting a pink plastic sheet in a baby crib that was set up in his room! On top of his dresser, next to the crib, was...No! It couldn't be!!! A stack of BABY DIAPERS! His mother looked at him and smiled. "I'm glad I kept your old crib now, and your Aunt Mae loaned me some of your little cousin's baby things. Now let Mommy get you dressed for the day!"
Richie couldn't believe what was happening! Surely his mom wasn't going to make him wear his cousin's clothes - she was a GIRL!! And a BABY!!! He started to cry as his mother lifted him up and laid him on the plastic sheet in the crib. "No, no, no, Mommy!!!" he cried, "I'm not a baby!!!" He began kicking and screaming, desperately trying to escape the crib. His mother calmly turned him over on his stomach, pulled the towel off of him, and spanked his bottom until it was a bright red. "Be still now, baby," his mother said sternly, "Or do you want another spanking?" Richie lay sobbing and rubbing his flaming bottom while his mother folded several of the white cotton diapers together. Turning him over on his back, she lifted him by his ankles and slipped the diaper beneath him. Next, she smoothed baby lotion all over his tummy and legs.
She ordered him to lift his legs over his head so she could put the lotion on his sore bottom. The lotion smelled nice and really took the sting away. Next, she sprinkled him with sweet-smelling talcum powder. Finally, she pulled the diaper up between his legs and pinned the corners at each hip. It was like a dream to Richie; he just couldn't believe that he was being diapered like a baby! As he lay there sniffling, his mother opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of toddler-size baby pants. They had little kittens and puppies printed on them, and what was even worse was that they were PINK! "Please, Mommy!!" he pleaded, "Don't make me wear those, they're for little GIRLS!" His mother just smiled at him and guided his feet through the leg openings of the plastic panties and pulled them up his legs and over his diaper. Richie didn't think he could feel any worse, but what came next soon proved him wrong. From his dresser drawer, his mother pulled a little girl's ruffled sun-suit. It was a pink panty style with a bib front and ruffled bottom. Richard began to kick and cry again as his mother guided his feet through the elastic leg bands and up over his baby pants. She made him sit up so that she could button the lacy shoulder straps to the bib in front.
"This is what you are going to wear from now on, Rebbeca," she explained. "Since you want to act like a baby so much, I have decided that you will be my baby girl. Your name is now Rebbeca, or Becky for short. You will be in diapers and baby girl clothes until I think that you are grown up enough to wear your big boy clothes. It's a good thing you are small enough to fit in your baby cousin's outfits, so I won't have to buy you a whole new wardrobe! And if you give me any trouble, Becky, I'll pull down your panties and spank you whenever you need it, no matter who is watching! Is that clear??" she demanded. Richie/Rebbeca could only nod his/her head in shame.
His mother lifted him out of the crib and stood him on the floor. Richie felt really funny being dressed as a little girl. He was so used to wearing long pants that his legs felt cold and bare. The soft diaper between his legs felt good, though. It brought back memories from his infancy that he thought he had forgotten. He suddenly realized how much he had missed the warm, secure feeling of a soft diaper between his thighs, and the helpless feeling as he wet or soiled himself. He had almost forgotten how much he had loved the smell of baby powder and lotion, and how pleasant it was to suck from his baby bottle. His mother took him by the hand and led him downstairs for breakfast. With so much diaper between his legs, he could only waddle, his bulging bottom wiggling back and forth. He really did look more like a two- or three-year-old little girl rather than a six-year-old boy. His mother fed him cereal for breakfast, and when they were done, she cleaned his hands and face.
After breakfast, his mother said, "Since I have a new baby to take care of, we will have to do some shopping for you. Would you like to go shopping with Mommy, Becky?" Richie was horrified! It was bad enough to be dressed in baby clothes here at home, but to be taken outside where everyone could see him! "No! Mommy, please don't take me out! Everyone will SEE me!!!" he sobbed.
"Well, of course, everyone will see you, silly! People love seeing pretty baby girls. Now, behave yourself; we wouldn't want to have to take down your panties and spank you in front of everyone, would we?" His mother took him by the hand and led him out to the car. The drive to the department store seemed to take forever. Richie prayed that they wouldn't meet anyone who knew them. He decided that the only thing that he could do was to act like a real baby girl, and maybe everyone would think that he was just a little big for his age. Finally, they pulled into the department store parking lot, and the moment of truth had arrived. While walking from the parking lot to the store, Richie felt as if everyone was staring right at him. He just knew that everyone could tell that he was in diapers. If his mother hadn't had him firmly in hand, he would have run back to the car and hidden. He was sure that everyone could see the bulge of his diaper as his bottom wiggled back and forth. Finally, they were in the air-conditioned coolness of the store, and his mother picked him up and sat him in the baby seat of her shopping cart. His mother opened her purse and removed a pacifier, which she tried to put into his mouth. When he refused to take it, she asked softly, "Do you want that spanking now, Becky?" Richie looked around at the store full of people and quickly slipped the pacifier into his mouth.
As she pushed him up and down the aisles, people would glance at him and smile. He thought they were smiling at him because they knew he was a little boy dressed up as a baby girl, and this really embarrassed him. Actually, they smiled at him because they saw him as a cute little baby girl and nothing more. When at last they got to the infants' department, his mother stopped to look around. "We will need some baby bibs for your meals, won't we, Becky?" she asked with a smile.As his mother picked up each bib, she would hold it up to him to see how it would look. She selected several bibs in different colors and nursery prints. She wanted to tie one on him right there, but after much pleading by Richie, she relented. Next, she picked out several baby bottles, baby powder and lotion, and a half dozen diaper pins. Then, she was off to the toy department. "Since you have been such a good little girl while shopping, I'm going to get a little surprise for you," she said. She picked out the cutest little Teddy Bear and handed it to her baby. Richie sat the Bear on his lap, thinking that it would hide the bulge of his diaper and baby pants. What he didn't know was that his sun-suit had slipped down in back, leaving the top of his diaper and baby panties exposed above the waistband.
Richie thought that they were done at last as they headed for the checkout stand. Suddenly, his mother stopped and said, "Oops! I almost forgot what I came here for!" She wheeled the cart back to the infants section and picked up a large box of disposable diapers and several pairs of plastic panties. Suddenly, Richie whispered urgently to his mother, "Mommy, I gotta go potty!" His mother just looked at him and smiled. "Babies don't go potty, sweetheart," she said. "They use their diapers, of course."
"But, mom, I have to do number two!" he whispered. His mother just patted his head. There was a long line at the checkout counter, and as Richie sat in the cart waiting, the pressure in his tummy grew and grew. He was sure that everyone was watching him, and that made matters even worse. Finally, just as the clerk began ringing up the things in the cart, he couldn't hold it anymore, and felt the warm mess filling the bottom of his diaper. He was so ashamed to have dirtied himself in front of everyone that he turned beet red. The relief he felt was so great that he began to wet his diaper at the same time. The woman clerk looked at him and said to his mother, "My, but your little girl has a red face!" His mother smiled at him and replied, "Yes, I think Becky needs her pants changed, don't you, dear?" Richie could only bury his head in his Teddy Bear and cry in shame while his mother paid for the purchases.
While she wheeled him out the door, Richie was very uncomfortable sitting in his wet and dirty diaper. Back at the car, his mother said, "Let's get the baby cleaned up and changed." She put the packages in the back seat and picked him up and laid him in the front seat on his back. "Mom, don't change me right here!" he begged. His Mom ignored him and unbuttoned the straps of his sun-suit, pulling it down his legs and off him. Next, his plastic panties were removed, and Richie prayed that no one would walk by and see him laying there in just a dirty diaper. Taking several baby wipes from one of the packages, his mother swiftly cleaned him up. Then, she took a clean disposable diaper from the box and slid it under his bottom and taped it at his hips. From another package, she brought forth a new pair of white baby pants with rows of pink ruffles across the bottom. His mother pulled them on over his fresh diaper and said, "Since it is so warm today, I think that this is all you need to wear right now." Once more, Richie began to cry. The sun suit was bad enough, but now he was being forced to wear nothing but his diaper and baby girl panties! He didn't think that he could feel more embarrassed than he felt right then. Fortunately, they hadn't met anyone they knew while shopping, and he hoped his luck would last longer. He had to admit that he was beginning to enjoy the soft feel of his diapers. They felt really neat as he walked, and they would rub against his little wee-wee. They made a nice cushion to sit on also. He began to like the idea of being able to wet any time he felt like it and not have to use a toilet. Babies don't have it so bad, he mused to himself as he idly rubbed his didy against his penis. Richie noticed that the more he rubbed his diaper, the harder his little wee-wee became. It felt so good that he continued to rub himself. Soon, his wee-wee began to tickle and feel really nice. His mother looked at him and smiled. "What are you doing, baby Becky? Do you need to be changed again already?" she asked. Richie just blushed and shook his head, taking his hand away from the front of his panties. "Those darling little rumba panties make you look like the cutest baby girl," his mother said.
"Please, mom," her son pleaded. "Can't we go home now, I don't want nobody to see me like this!"He really loved the way his soft diapers felt, and now he wouldn't have to worry about waking up in a wet bed anymore. Being in diapers and girls' clothes wasn't so bad as long as no one but he and his mother knew about it. His mother stopped rubbing him and handed Becky her new teddy bear. "You and your Teddy can take a nap now while I fix dinner. When I get you up, I'll show you your new baby dresses. Would you like that?" she asked. Richie smiled up at his mom as she kissed his forehead. After she had left, he rolled over and lay on his tummy. He just loved the way the soft cotton diaper felt as it rubbed against his bottom and between his thighs. He felt so small and helpless laying in his baby crib wearing only his diaper. His little penis became hard again and started pushing against the mattress. Not really knowing what he was doing, he slowly began to push his hard wee-wee against the mattress, feeling it rub against the inside of his diaper. As he lay on his stomach thrusting against the plastic crib sheet, his penis once again began to tickle. The more he rubbed, the better it felt, the better it felt, the faster he would rub. Suddenly, he felt wave after wave of indescribable pleasure wash over him. He felt as if he were wetting himself, but it NEVER felt like that before!! When he felt the front of his diaper, he expected to be soaking wet, but to his surprise, there was only a small wet spot. "Boy, that was neat!" he thought to himself. "I don't remember ever doing that when I was a baby!" He rolled on his back and picked up his Teddy Bear. The new baby hugged her Teddy and put her thumb in her mouth. Richard the six-year-old boy was gone forever. Baby Becky lay in her crib, propped her Teddy Bear beside her, and drifted off to sleep. | 1 |
1,929 | Bob | "Gloria, may I have twenty dollars?" Bob Watson asked his guardian.
"What ever for Robert dear?"
Bob was really angry. He would shortly be inheriting his late father's millions, but for now he was reduced to begging this bitch for money. "Someday she'll get hers," Bob thought to himself.
"I'm going out with some of the guys tonight for pizza and a movie."
"O.K. dear, I'll get it for you."
Bob really resented Gloria Watson, his father's ex-wife, who was administering his estate. She went out of her way to make life hell for Bob. Bob had grown up with his natural mother and the only contacts they'd ever had with Joe Watson were support checks and the occasional birthday card. Despite this, or maybe out of guilt over it, Joe Watson had left the bulk of his estate to Bob.
Bob had left home at eighteen, but shortly thereafter came under the control of Gloria. Until he turned twenty one, she was in charge of his life. He knew that there was a clause in the will that allowed her to retain control of the estate if she could prove that he was incapable of managing his own affairs, and he suspected that she'd like nothing better than to do so. What really got to him was the fact that she wasn't hardly any older than he was, yet she treated him like a child.
Gloria had moved Bob in with her so that she could exercise ever increasing control over him. As Bob Weinstein had told her: "Don't let him think for himself. Get him used to taking orders from you and being obedient to you."
Gloria returned with the twenty."Here you go Robert. Oh, by the way, I have a new girl coming tomorrow to be my secretary and social assistant. Her name is Monica and she'll be living with us. I'm sure that you'll want to be here to meet her."
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"I'm sorry Joe, it's not that you are not a good waitress, it's just that we are over manned, our budget has been reduced, and you've been here the shortest amount of time. You must understand. I'm sure that Denice in personnel can fix you up with another job."
Back on the island Joe was worried; he had just been fired from his job as a waitress. Thoughts of being sent home to the U.S. and having to prostitute himself ran through his pretty head. He practically ran to the personnel office.
"I'm sorry Joe, there's just no positions open that you're qualified for."
"Please. Can't you check again. I'll do anything."
"Well, let me check the files. Hmmm... It seems that Rhonda is leaving us, but no. You wouldn't want to do that."
"What's that?" Joe said, ready to grab at anything.
"It seems that Dr. van Damme's personal housekeeper is retiring, leaving a vacancy."
"I can certainly keep house," Said Joe.
"There's a lot more to this job than just changing sheets."
"I don't care, just try me out at it."
"Let me call Dr. van Damme and see if she's agreeable."
After a conversation on the telephone Denice told Joe, "she sounded skeptical that you could handle it, but she's willing to give you a chance. You need to go see Mrs. Johnson and Donna for the necessary training.In addition to his normal duties, he would have to polish the silver and get dressed up for tonight.
"Yvonne."
"Oui Madame," said Joe.
If there were any strangers in the house, Joe was addressed as Yvonne. Dressed as a French maid, he had to act the part. Mrs. Johnson had taught him to pronounce French words with his artificial voice box, and his French vocabulary was at least the equal of his English, which had been purposefully limited.
In preparation for tonight's little soiree, Joe had donned a black satin and lace lingerie set consisting of panty, garter belt, and push-up bra. He attached sheer white stockings to his garters and slipped on a pair of pink satin pumps with five-inch heels. Over this, he pulled on layers of stiff white petticoats, followed by a low-cut, pink velvet French maid's uniform. Joe's hair was in a ponytail, and he tied a pink satin ribbon in a big bow to hold it back. A little white lace apron and a choker and wristlets of white satin bordered with lace completed his Yvonne costume.
Joe curtseyed carefully, knowing that his stocking tops would be revealed if he did not, and he didn't want to reveal any more of himself than was absolutely necessary.
"These are my guests, Hector and Miguel Gonzales."
Joe curtseyed gracefully to them, "Bon soir, Messieurs. May I get you drinks?"
The two brothers were tall, dark, and handsome. Joe felt the inevitable reaction of his body and averted his eyes from the men, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
Other than to take note of Joe's exceptional beauty, the Gonzales brothers paid him no more mind than they would any servant. Joe overheard their conversation as he served the meal and was able to piece together that the Gonzales brothers were frequent visitors to Dr. van Damme's island, came from somewhere in South America, were fantastically wealthy, and performed many services for the Doctor, including acting as her bankers. After the table had been cleared, Joe was dismissed. He ran up to his room, where he masturbated urgently, grateful that he escaped performing like a wanton slut with the two brothers.
Over cigars and brandy, the Gonzales chatted idly with the doctor. Finally, Miguel spoke up. "This little thing Yvonne; she is perfection itself. Is she by any chance available?"
"Certainly. I shall have her report to your cottage, where she'll be waiting for you. I must inform you though that she is, or to be more precise, was a man."
"Madre de Dios! You are kidding me."
"Not at all. I have some very interesting tapes of her, I really should say his, progress. You see, we have punished Joe by ensuring that he can never forget that he was once a complete man. Would you care to view them?"
"Oh no Doctor, I trust your word implicitly, but this makes the prospect of a dalliance even more interesting. Let me ask this, is your maid available for permanent acquisition?"
"I'm afraid not, you see Joe, as he is called, doesn't know it, but he's still being trained. Eventually, he will be returned to his ex-wife, who is responsible for what has happened to him."
Hector could no longer remain silent. "I too was considering toying with this one. Perhaps, brother, we should settle for lesser fare?"
"Ah, but of course," replied Miguel.
To Dr. van Damme's questioning look, Miguel answered. "The two of us never share or have anything to do with a woman or any other thing, such as your little Joe in this case, that the other desires. We avoid the pitfalls of jealousies that way. Now, if Joe had a sister, we could purchase them both and return to our homeland with them."
At this last, Dr. van Damme looked up smiling, "Funny you should bring that up. My personal motto is 'anything is possible', and in this situation, anything may indeed happen. I shall remember your interest in Joe, if circumstances should happen to change."
Bob felt funny, he'd just shaven his entire body. He knew this was peculiar, but for some reason, it didn't bother him. Gloria was throwing a Mardi Gras party, and Monica had talked him into going disguised as a girl. "I'll take care of everything," she had said. "You'll probably win first prize."
Now he stood around naked and hairless, waiting for his lover to dress him. Monica started with a little black thing, which she pulled up around Bob's hips. It resembled a g-string, and she tucked his cock back under it, then tied it in place. The tight garment really compressed his cock and balls. Looking at himself, Bob couldn't see any sign of his manhood. "It's called a gaff, Bob. It will keep you safe from discovery."
Bob winced as Monica tightened the laces of what she called a ribbon corset. It relentlessly squeezed his waist into definite female proportions. Spandex panties were pulled up, and Bob discovered that they were padded, producing the illusion of a woman's hips and ass on his male body. Over this were placed white satin panties.
"Why do I have to wear these panties, no one will be looking under my dress?"
"Bob, it's a necessary component of the image you want to present to your audience. In order to project an air of femininity, you have to feel feminine, and wearing dainty lingerie will help you do just that."
Sheer, light-colored pantyhose were pulled up Bob's hairless legs. A strapless long-line bra was placed around his chest and hooked up. Pads were fitted into the cups of the bra. Bob saw in the mirror that he presented a very feminine profile. For some reason, it seemed natural.
A petticoat was held out, and Bob stepped into it. It was drawn up, positioned about his waist, and fell to mid-calf. The tea-length dress, which Monica had selected for Bob to wear, was a delicate confection of light turquoise acetate taffeta. Monica helped Bob get it over his head, then she zipped it up for him. The dress had a low scoop neck and sported a big bow over Bob's padded fanny. Matching satin pumps were slipped on Bob's feet, and Monica went to work on his makeup.
Monica placed a long brown wig, the same shade as his hair, over Bob's head and brushed it out. Stepping back, she looked at her handiwork: eyebrows, plucked thin, arched over heavily made-up eyes, while bright red lips smiled at her. Bob looked wonderful.
"He'll make such a pretty girl," thought Monica.
At the party, Bob was a smash. He looked just like a young girl at her prom, and no one would believe otherwise. The longer he remained dressed as he was, the better Bob felt about it. It felt entirely natural to be dressed as he was; he felt free and at peace with himself.
Bob Watson couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. For about a month now, he had no appetite, had lost weight and interest in sex with Monica, and had been very stressed out. Gloria sent him to a doctor who had found nothing wrong with him, but referred him to the psychiatrist that he was waiting to see, suspecting that whatever it was bothering him, might be psychosomatic. Bob looked at the name on the diplomas on the wall; Dr. Robert Weinstein.
Bob had been talking to the Doctor for about ten minutes, when the Doctor suggested hypnosis. "I guess I'll try anything," was Bob's reply.
Bob didn't know what to expect. He was given a shot and told to look at a strobe light. He did so, then looked at the doctor, "When will I be hypnotized?"
"You have been, Bob. You were under for about an hour."
Bob was shocked, he had noticed no passage of time. "What did you find out? Will I be o.k.?"
"Bob, perhaps I should call your guardian in to discuss this."
"No. Please Doctor. Whatever is wrong, getting Gloria involved will only make it worse."
"O.K. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but deep in your psyche, there is a woman trying to get out."
"What?"
"You are what we call a transsexual. We have no idea what causes this, but your subconscious mind is that of a female. You have repressed this trait so deeply, and it is so strong, that the resulting psychological conflict is manifesting itself by disrupting your health."
Bob could not believe what he'd just been told.Then he remembered the night he had dressed as a girl for the party, and how he had felt about it. "Could wearing a dress cause this to happen to me?"
"No. This has always been in you. However, wearing women's clothing could upset the delicate psychological balance of someone, like yourself, who had been successful in suppressing his transsexuality. Why? Have you done so recently?"
"Well, I dressed up like a girl for a costume party about a month ago."
"Yes, that could have set you off."
"So what can I do to get over this?"
"Bob, I am afraid that it is not that simple. Years of research with thousands of transsexuals has shown us that there is only one thing that you can do and experience permanent relief, but I do not think that you are quite ready to talk about that just yet. You first have to get over the shock of finding out what you are. To help you with that, I would like to refer you to a colleague of mine, with much more experience in these matters, at The Institute for the Amelioration of Gender Dysphoria."
Bob was despondent, every day his anxious longing to be a woman grew in intensity, with no relief in sight. He had been well received at The Institute, and the director, Leslie van Damme, had interviewed him personally as a favor to Bob Weinstein.
Bob had found Dr. van Damme to be a tall stunning blonde, he also found out that she was a man. Bob discovered that he was not alone. Indeed, the Institute had helped hundreds of others like himself to become the women that they knew they were. Bob's tests showed that he was definitely a transsexual and the Institute would accept him into its program.
The road to womanhood was a long one, stretching over years. Changing his sex would be a momentous and irreversible decision; Bob would therefore be required to complete many prerequisites, such as hormone therapy, which would ultimately result in him living and working as a woman for a year to prove he was serious about becoming one, before he would even be considered for surgery. The problem was that Bob couldn't wait years. He needed relief now, before he went insane.
At dinner one night. Gloria confronted him. "What's been troubling you Robert dear? You just mope around the house all the time. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"No, I'm afraid not, but you might as well know what the Doctor said. I am what they call a transsexual. My mind is the mind of a woman and if I don't do something about it soon I will go crazy."
"So what is it that you want to do?" Asked Monica.
"Well it is not so much want as need. Science cannot change my mind to match my body, but they can change my body to match my mind, so eventually I plan to undergo sex reassignment surgery."
Gloria grinned. Bob missed it and she was able to regain her composure before saying; "Do you mean a sex-change? Isn't that a little extreme dear?"
"Perhaps it is," Bob replied, "but it's my only hope. They can't even help me anytime soon. It takes forever to get ready for the surgery."
Then, per her instructions, Monica chipped in, "I read somewhere that they do sex changes in other countries where there's no wait and supposedly they do a much better job."
"Really?" Asked Bob, his curiosity piqued.
"Yes, except I read that it is horribly expensive."
"That's O.K. I have plenty of money."
"I don't think so young man." Interjected Gloria."You don't get your money for another three years, and if you think that I will approve of you doing such a thing to yourself, or give you the money for it, you are seriously mistaken."
Bob was close to tears, to be given new hope and then have it taken away so quickly, was almost too much for him to bear. Then he saw what he must do.
"Please Gloria, you have no idea how much this means to me; it is life or death. I need to be a woman. I know that you don't get anything once I inherit and I'm sorry for what I said to you about screwing you over when I get my money. I apologize. If you'll only let me do this, I promise that I'll give you all the money you could possibly want."
Bob was in tears now; he got up and went to Gloria's chair, kneeled and took her hand. "Please Gloria, I beg of you, save me, help me become a woman."
"Oh I will Robert. Don't you worry," thought Gloria. "You'll get your wish in spades."
Gloria looked at Bob for what to him seemed an eternity. "Perhaps we can work something out." She said at last.None of this was new to Joe, as he tied on the white satin apron with a big bow in back and then rolled his hair up in a bun and put on the white cap, but so far he'd only had to dress like this occasionally. It would be a new experience to dress like regularly. Naturally, the transvestite responses programmed into Joe's mind were tickled pink as he minced out to the kitchen.
Bob woke up. As he did every morning, he stripped off his negligee and went to the mirror. "No changes yet." He thought, disappointed as he examined himself.
Bob had started on hormones and couldn't wait to see signs of the development to come. He looked at his hair. Long for a man, the brown locks were still too short to be styled and permed. Bob was eagerly looking forward to his first trip to a beauty salon. Meanwhile, Monica and Gloria were giving him a crash course in being a woman. As her price for letting him do this, Gloria had made Bob sign some papers in front of her lawyers, but he didn't care; he was on his way. Bob looked down at his shriveled penis. He had no use for it anymore and, some days, it was all he could do to keep from grabbing a knife and cutting it off.
Bob dressed, putting on the corset and padding which would give him a feminine figure until the hormones did. The thought, that some day the pads in his bra would be replaced by his own breasts pleased Bob no end. Over his lingerie, he pulled up pantyhose, dropped a slip over his head, and stepped into a peach linen dress that buttoned up the front. He buttoned the dress up, put on the matching belt, and then stepped into a pair of white sling-back pumps. Bob applied some makeup and checked his fingernails, long and painted red, they were good for now. He put earrings in his recently pierced ears, selected a matching necklace and bracelet, brushed mousse into his hair, and looked at himself. Yes, he could pass for a fashionable young woman, he did every day.
Bob was excited. Today he was to meet Leslie's sister, Justine, who, he'd been told, had been able to arrange surgery for him overseas somewhere. Bob sprayed on some perfume and went down to breakfast.
"It's a good thing I learned to cook at Dr. van Damme's." Joe thought as he scrambled eggs, fried bacon, and made toast. Gloria didn't have a cook and he had been told that he would have to not only serve, but also cook breakfast, lunch, and sometimes the rare dinner that she ate at home.
As instructed, Joe had set the table for four and one by one they came in and sat down; Gloria, Monica, the Doctor, and the girl whose name, he had been told, was Roberta.
Bob looked at the new maid. She was all tits and ass in her revealing little uniform. He thought to himself "she looks like a little tramp, but if that's what Gloria wants ...?"
Bob introduced himself to her,"Good morning, I am Roberta, you must be Yvonne?"
Bob was surprised to see the maid curtsey to him and say "oui Mademoiselle. Bon jour. Would you like some cafe?"
"Well at least she's well trained." He thought.
The four of them left immediately after breakfast and Joe went about his chores. He made up all the beds and while vacuuming the living room, stopped to stare at his picture on the mantle; a picture of him as a man that is. It was a copy of the same picture that Joe carried in his little gold locket which he usually wore when not in uniform. A tear came to his eye, but he just brushed it aside and, like a good little maid, went on with his work.
The next day, Joe was told to pack up the Doctor's clothing, then help Roberta pack for a trip the two of them would be taking. As he folded Roberta's lingerie, Joe tried to put his finger on what was so peculiar about her. In the drawer, under her panties, Joe discovered just what it was that was different about her; he looked at a birth certificate in the name of Robert Watson, with him, Joseph Watson, listed as the father.
Roberta was a man!
She was his son!
It became clear to Joe what was going on; Gloria was pulling some kind of stunt to try and get her hands on Bob's inheritance. Just then Bob walked in.
Bob looked at Yvonne. Good, she was almost done packing his things. He was shocked to hear her say; "you're Robert aren't you?"
"Yes, what of it?" He said, irritated at being read by a servant.
Bob was surprised as the girl came to him, with a look of horror on her pretty face. "You must leave now. Get out of Gloria's clutches. Go now before..."
"What is going on here!"
Monica and Gloria were standing in the door to Bob's room.
"Give me that." Said Gloria, grabbing Bob's birth certificate from Joe's hands. She returned it to Bob.
"You had better be more careful where you put things like this. And as for you, you insolent wench," she addressed Joe, "Monica will demonstrate what happens to an upstart maid who sticks her nose in where it does not belong."
Joe was terrified and there was no fight in him. Monica grabbed his arm, pulled him over to the bed, and sat down. "I'm sorry Yvonne, but I warned you."
The sex changed girl demonstrated her remaining strength as she held Joe still with one hand. "Pull up your skirts." She commanded.
Fully submissive now, Joe did as ordered; holding his skirt and petticoats up around his waist. Monica reached out, pulled his panties down to his ankles, and threw him over her lap face down. "Roberta, give me your hairbrush."
Joe was humiliated. To be thrown over Monica's knees like a little girl, with his plump womanly ass revealed for all to see. Terror replaced his humiliation as soon as the first blow fell. You see, Joe had resolved to take his spanking like a man, but he was no longer a man and was shortly bawling his eyes out.
Bob watched as Yvonne was beaten soundly for her indiscretion; she was wailing in a high voice, and her legs were kicking wildly, hampered by the panties around her ankles. Finally, with her ass glowing cherry red, she was released.
"Now pull up your panties and get back to work." Said Monica.
Bob watched as Yvonne put her panties back on, smoothed out her dress, and turned to leave.
"Aren't you forgetting something."
The maid turned, curtseyed to Monica, and said "merci Maitresse," then fled the room crying.
"That was pretty severe," thought Bob, "I hope she learned a lesson from it."
Joe watched from an upstairs window, with tears in his eyes, as Bob and Dr. van Damme got in the limousine and left for the airport.With the loss of the rain forests over there, my sources haven't been able to locate sufficient quantities of them. We have plantations where we are trying to cultivate the plant, but until we're successful, which may take over five years, we are limited to the stock on hand.
"How much is that?"
"Based on what Dr. Mason tells me, enough for possibly four changes."
"Damn the bad luck," said Dr. van Damm, staring off into space. She understood the potential of such a drug.
"What about Stephanie and Melissa?" asked Dr. Mason.
"I have their parents hypnotized also, and they believe their daughters have left home and moved to Los Angeles."
"Are they of any further use to you?"
"No, not really."
Dr. van Damme was in a sour mood over the unobtainable drug, and this may have accounted for her next action. "Hmmm. Do this. Virginia, remove any psychological blocks that you may have put on them. I want them to know who they are, what they have become, and be fully aware of their surroundings. Bob, have Dr. Brenner give them the permanent hair treatment; long and blonde. I want this done by Saturday when the fuel tanker arrives. When it leaves, I want them on it. They will be a little gift from me to our supplier. Those Arabs do so love blonde girls. Meanwhile, I want to see this effect of yours firsthand, and I have just the subject for it."
Dr. Mason, scrubbed up and dressed in surgical greens, looked down at the almost comatose youth on the operating table. "Hello Bob, remember me? I'm Dr. Mason, and I'll be performing your surgery today."
Already affected by the anesthesia, Bob could only grunt at her.
Bob was put under and castrated. In the recovery room, the other drugs were administered, and Dr. Mason then induced, what was already being referred to as, the Weinstein Effect on Bob, and he commenced a one-way journey to womanhood.
Bob came out from under the fog of anesthesia and smiled to himself. "Well, that's that," he thought, "it's all over now," little realizing that, for him, it was just beginning.
Bob couldn't feel anything below his waist, but that didn't bother him. He knew that he was a complete woman now. A lot of what had happened to him since he arrived here, and he never did learn where exactly here was, seemed a bit excessive and not exactly what he had expected. Take, for example, his hair, his entire body had been depilated, and his head covered with long blonde artificial stuff that couldn't be cut. Or his fingernails, they also had been removed and replaced with long red artificial ones which also couldn't be cut. Or his feet, they had been operated on and made smaller, but now only felt right in high heels. Not to mention his face, on which make-up had been tattooed.
That was all OK though. Bob was overjoyed with the other changes to his body. He spoke in a lovely soprano voice, thanks to the operation on his larynx; it didn't bother him very much that he had to learn to speak all over again. Bob sported the lush body of a young woman; wide hips, tiny waist, full breasts, and at long last, the genitals to match it. Bob knew that the work here was top-notch, any physician examining him would conclude with confidence that he had been born a girl. He laid back, satisfied at last. Before he returned to unconsciousness, Bob thought he felt something pulling on his earlobe.
Dr. van Damme considered Robert Watson. His transformation into a beautiful woman was complete. In many of the procedures, such as body contouring and hair implantation, the same programs used on his father, still stored in computer memory, were used on him with predictable results. Father and son were now, for all intents and purposes, twins.
It irked the doctor that Robert should enjoy what had been done to him. In her opinion, a man who had to be forced into womanhood shouldn't receive any satisfaction from it. She had debated removing the psychological programming which had driven Bob to change his sex and allowing him to awaken to discover that he had irreversibly turned himself into a blonde bombshell. "I made a deal though and I can't renege on it," she thought, "but perhaps I can work out something fitting."
Bob examined himself in the mirror. "You sure are some babe," he said to himself. It never failed to amaze him what a gorgeous creature he'd been turned into. He had expected, like most of the transsexuals he'd met at the Institute, to wind up looking like a masculine woman, but there was not even so much as a hint of his old maleness in the sexy girl who looked back at him.
Dr. van Damme watched Bob admire himself. "He really can't tell that he's not yet fully changed?"
Dr. Mason told her, "No. All he sees is the image we have put in his mind which he will eventually conform to."
"Amazing!"
Bob pulled pink satin panties up over his flat crotch. He liked the way it looked in panties now and had come to really enjoy wearing the apparel appropriate to his new sex. He settled his large breasts into the cups of his bra and pulled it up. Bob thought about his new wardrobe, every item in it made him appear as if he was going to a cocktail party or a formal dance. Dr. van Damme had also considered his wardrobe, and the money she saved by giving him Joe's old one. They were both the same size.
Bob wondered about something he hadn't considered until now; he really wasn't attracted to men at all. It surprised him that he would want so much to be a woman and, now that he was one, lack all interest in sex. He decided to ask Dr. van Damme about it during his interview with her scheduled for today.
Bob buttoned the back of his dress. It was the least exotic one he could find. It was black with a white floral design on it, made of very thin faille, with a full flowing skirt. He belted it, glad that he was able to find something that wasn't tight and revealing. Bob glanced in the mirror again, his appearance was flawless; he couldn't get over how cosmetic surgery had made his lips full and changed the shape of his eyes. He was a living doll.
Bob regarded the earrings hanging from his ears; after surgery, his castrated testicles had been sealed in clear acrylic with a little golden chain attached. He had eventually found them permanently attached to, and swinging from, his ears. He was told that this was something that the Institute requested be done, to always remind him where he had come from. Bob was told that they could be removed if, in the future, he determined that he just couldn't live with them, but for now they stayed. Bob decided that he liked his new earrings; his balls were finally proving themselves useful for something.
Bob thought about how he had to legally change his name when he got home and what he would change it to. He hadn't decided for certain; he was partial to both Pamela and Elizabeth.
Bob sat on the couch in Dr. van Damme's office, not believing what he was hearing. "So you see Bob, Gloria refuses to pay any money for charges incurred after the surgery was completed. That leaves you responsible financially for your room and board since then, and for your wardrobe as well."
"But I don't have any money, Doctor. Gloria said she'd pay for all of this."
"I am afraid that you are mistaken. Read this agreement she signed with you, and I am sure you will realize that she has fulfilled her obligations to you entirely."
Bob took the offered paper and read it. Gloria had done exactly what she had said she would. Bob felt his stomach sinking; he had signed away his entire fortune to her. "What can I do, Doctor?"
"Well, being as you owe me a considerable sum of money, I am sure we can work something out."
Bob looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was neither pleased nor comfortable. His hips and ass were crushed in the tight girdle which held up his support stockings. Likewise, his breasts were crammed into a minimizer bra, reducing their size to where he could zip up the black nylon uniform dress he'd been issued. He pinned on his name tag which read:
Robert Watson
Waitress
Dr. van Damme had put an end to his plan to change his name. Robert he was, and Robert he would remain.
"How did I ever let her talk me into a lifetime contract?" Bob wondered, as he went off to his job in the executive dining room.
Like his father before him, Bob worked his way up to the position of personal maid to Dr. van Damme. Also like his dad, Bob's mind and body were programmed with the sexual responses of a promiscuous slut. Unlike his father though, no trace of the old Bob remained. Oh, he remembered who he had been, but not for a minute did he ever regret what had been done to him; rather he revelled in it.
While Bob's body was rearranging itself, in line with her long-range plans, Dr. van Damme also had Bob's subconscious mind manipulated until he was the sweetest little submissive masochist possible.
Bob arose from bed and started getting ready for work. He had been a bit irritable the day before, but hadn't thought much about it. The feeling of extreme sensitivity persisted though, and his moodiness had grown more intense overnight. Bob made a mental note to see Dr. Mason that afternoon and mention it to her.
Bob was clearing away the remains of Dr. van Damme's lunch when all of a sudden he felt a searing pain tear through his abdomen. He dropped the tray he was carrying, grabbed his gut, and gasped.
"What's wrong, Bob?" asked Dr. van Damme.
"I don't know, Doctor... aaaaagh!" the pain was back, and this time it felt like his innards were being twisted like a rubber band.
She helped him along to the clinic.
Bob lay naked on the examination table with his feet up in stirrups as Dr. Mason conducted a pelvic exam. He still felt cramps and discomfort, but not as severe since the shot he had been given had taken effect.Bob felt whatever it was that the Doctor had placed up inside him slip out. "What's the matter Doctor? Is it a problem with my operation?"
"No not at all Bob. It's just nature's way of telling you that you're a woman now."
"Pain?"
"Yes and you'd better get used to it. Although I don't think that it will be so severe in the future. it's just that you're new plumbing is just flushing itself out, so to speak, for the first time."
"You mean this pain won't go away?"
"No, it will go away, but it will be back every month like clockwork. It's your period."
"PERIOD! But I'm a transsexual."
"So what?"
"I thought that I wouldn't have periods and such things."
"You wanted Dr. van Damme to make you into a woman didn't you?"
"Yes, but ..."
"Well she did just that. You are now a fully functioning female, and I emphasize the word fully. Welcome to the sorority. As long as we are here in the clinic let me teach you some things you need to know." Dr. Mason reached down and picked up a plastic container.
"Now then, this is foam ..."
Back in his room Bob unpacked the bag of stuff Dr. Mason had given him. Pills, tampons, panty liners, douche, foam, and two dozen condoms. Bob was very conscious of the tampon up inside him, but Dr. Mason had told him that soon he wouldn't even notice it. Bob had been embarrassed by the condoms especially when Dr. Mason had made him put one on a life size model of a penis, telling him "it's a skill every girl needs to know."
Bob told her, "but Dr. I'm not even interested in men."
Dr. Mason didn't say a word, but thought to herself "Just you wait Robert, just you wait."
Dr van Damme read the letter from Monica. She and Gloria Watson were steady lovers now, and had decided to move from the city to an estate in the country. Joe was the perfect maid, but the new mansion would be too much for him alone. Monica had let it slip that Bob had stayed on the island and was working for the Doctor. Gloria was tickled pink with the idea of having both of the men who had been a threat to her, serving her as a matched pair of maids.
Dr. van Damme summoned Bob to her office. He entered, dressed in his standard uniform of white satin blouse and black taffeta skirt. She ignored him for several moments, then told him, "Bob I'm going away on a business trip. I was going to leave you here, but have decided that I need you with me. Take that suitcase and this."
She handed him a passport. " Get dressed in the clothing laid out in my bedroom and meet me back here."
Outside the Doctor's office, Bob looked at the passport. It was French, inside was a picture of him as he looked now, but that name; Yvonne LaEsclave. It was somehow familiar. Where had he heard it before? Suspicion grew in the back of his mind, but was quickly overshadowed by his excitement at going on a trip.We found that the boys were putting on weight and I couldn't allow that. I mean think of the money I have invested in their uniforms, and besides, they are perfect just as they are. Don't you agree?
"Yes, but I made them what they are, so I am more than a little prejudiced."
"No matter. I took the situation in hand; Joe and Bob are strict vegetarians now and I feed them only the healthiest of foods three times a day. For breakfast they get an orange, a bowl of oatmeal, and vitamins. Their lunch and dinner usually consists of beans and rice."
When the women entered the kitchen, Joe and Bob, who had been sitting at the table waiting, sprang up to attention. Monica got out two bowls; into each she put two scoops of cold brown rice from a pot in the refrigerator, then she opened a can of kidney beans and topped the rice with the beans, dividing the can between the two bowls. Monica put the bowls on the floor."You may eat."
To Dr. van Damme's amazement, Joe and Bob curtseyed saying "Thank you mistress," then got down on their hands and knees and, like two dogs, hungrily lapped at their obviously unappetizing fare with their rounded behinds up in the air, fully exposed.
"No need to worry about them losing their girlish figures, and besides think of the money I save on food." Laughed Gloria.
Later that evening Dr. van Damme joined Gloria Watson in her den for a nightcap. They each had a drink and made small talk. During a pause in the conversation, Gloria said, "Let's see how my boys are doing." Knowing that Bob and Joe's almost nightly ritual would soon be getting underway any minute now, she pushed a button and a section of wall slid away to reveal several television monitors and a control console. She turned them on and selected those cameras which gave good views of the bedroom and bath that Joe and Bob shared.
Joe had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off his superbly feminine body. In the bedroom, Bob sat in front of the mirror, brushing out his luxuriant blonde hair, dressed in an embroidered satin teddy. Joe wrapped a towel around his head, put on a short kimono style gown of jade silk, came out, sat down on the bed, and started drying his hair.
"I thought the doctor who invented this hair said it was low maintenance," said Joe sarcastically, since both of them spent hours on their hair.
"No he didn't; he just said it would last forever. If anything it is more work than real hair since you can't do anything to it that lasts. Sometimes I wish that I could just get a permanent and not have to worry about it," said Bob.
"I'm really worried about the Doctor being here, it can't mean anything but trouble for us," whined Joe.
"Oh come on Evie, lighten up a little," retorted Bob.
"Don't you start in with that shit too. It's bad enough with Gloria and that crazy doctor. When we're alone, just call me Joe."
The two of them had long ago discovered their relationship; Joe was troubled deeply by their circumstances, but Bob was too far gone to care. "I'm sorry Joe. Let me make it up to you by brushing your hair for you."
Bob came over, got on the bed behind Joe, and started brushing his father's long blonde hair. Joe knew that Bob liked what had been done to him. In fact, he'd been shown a videotape of the boy begging Gloria to have him changed into a female. "Bob is really into all this girl shit," thought Joe, who did only as much as he was forced to.
Joe didn't know it but, thanks to hypnosis and subliminal programming, Bob craved humiliation and domination in addition to his delight in his new body. Bob brushed Joe's hair until it shined, then leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Let's fool around pop."
Being under Gloria's total control, her sadistic domination had erased any inhibitions that either of them might have retained.
"I don't know ..." said Joe. Bob put down the hairbrush, reached around, undid Joe's robe, took the revealed breasts in each hand, and started playing with the nipples.
"Come on. You know you want to. Stop worrying about the Doctor being here, there's nothing you can do to change anything." Bob stopped the foreplay for a minute and slipped the straps of his teddy off of his shoulders, then he pulled the teddy down to reveal his bounteous breasts, and resumed fondling his father's breasts.
Joe could feel Bob's hard nipples pressing against his back. Thanks to conditioned behavior, the father responded quickly to the son's caresses. Joe turned around and looked at Bob. Joe still had his strong attraction to big titted sluts, and that's what he saw in front of him. It no longer mattered to him that this blonde bimbo had once been his son, or that she was an exact replica of himself. Joe's enlarged red lips met Bob's. He pulled Bob into his arms. Their tongues hungrily sought one another, as each one's breasts pressed hard against the other's.
It was times like this that Joe wished that he still had his cock and balls; he'd love to be able to screw the beautiful blonde that his son had become. Joe would never again screw any woman, but his sex change had left him with a realistic vagina, along with his responsive clitoris which allowed him plenty of potential for sexual relief.
Joe played with his nipples. He was in seventh heaven as he looked down at Bob's pretty blonde head. Joe loved having his pussy eaten, and Bob was very good at it. Joe was too, although he hated to do it, and would do so only at Gloria's command.
When Joe's pussy was dripping wet and he was grinding his cunt against Bob's face, Bob stopped, stripped off his teddy and, as he had so many times before, went to the dresser. Joe knew what would be coming next. It was deeply humiliating, but then again, it felt so good. Bob returned with a huge double-ended dildo.
Joe laid back and spread his legs wide to receive his end of the sex toy. Bob placed the oversized head of the rubber cock against Joe's cunt, and gently pushed it in. Joe's pussy was really slippery by now, but the diameter of the dildo was so large that they had to exercise caution getting it in. Finally it was in as far as they dared force it.
Now it was Bob's turn. He laid down and played with his pussy, preparing it for what was to come. Joe positioned himself so that the other head of the dildo was at Bob's cunt lips, then thrust his hips forward. Bob moaned as the enormous dildo invaded him. Before long, Joe was on top of Bob, their tits mashed together, as they ground pelvis against pelvis, each of them receiving extreme pleasure from their simulated fucking.
Dr. van Damme watched from the den as Bob fell asleep in Joe's arms. What a bizarre sight that had been, watching the two stacked blondes humping one another. Gloria interrupted her thoughts. "What I wanted to talk to you about Justine, is Joe and Bob's future. I must tell you that I have fallen in love with that girl you sent to help me with Bob. Monica and I do not desire this country life-style anymore and we want to move back to the city. I'm sure you see the problems which might arise if those two were to accompany us. Do you have any suggestions."
"Well, it's really funny that you should bring that up. I have been asked to approach you about the two of them. It seems that there are two very powerful and rich brothers and each wants Joe very badly. They could not agree on sharing him so they gave up on the idea of ever having him. I told them about Robert, that he was made into his father's twin, and they have asked me to speak to you and find out if they are available."
"What do they want them for?'
"This may sound crazy, but they want to marry them. These brothers share some extreme tastes, such as bondage and domination, just to name a few, and they would never in a million years find a real woman to tolerate what they would insist on, as a matter of course, in a marriage. Their only requirement is that Joe and Bob be totally submissive with absolutely no resistance left."
"Well Bob loves it when you punish him and I have beaten all the resistance out of Joe," said Gloria.
"If you're amenable, I would take them back to the island for a thorough preparation as there are a couple of other changes the brothers want done. I think that this proposition would be in everyone's best interests, especially since Bob would be happy in bondage and submission while Joe would always hate it. I have been instructed to offer you five hundred thousand dollars for the two of them. Do you find that offer fair?"
"More than fair and I'll accept it with pleasure," replied Gloria, "except that I insist you take half of the money. I don't need any of it thanks to you and you've done more than enough to earn it."
Dr. van Damme started giggling.
"What's so funny Justine?" asked Gloria.
"This will be so appropriate."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"This man who wants to marry Joe. He is worse to women than Joe Watson ever dreamed of being."
The two women sealed the deal with a toast to Joe and Bob's new lives.
Bob and Joe were glad to be back on Dr. van Damme's island and out of the clutches of Gloria. The two of them were again serving as maids for the Doctor until further arrangements could be made. Joe had no idea what would happen to them, but he had been assured that they would not be turned into streetwalkers.
Joe cooked and Bob had set the table in preparation for the arrival of the Gonzales brothers for dinner. Remembering the effect the brothers had on him the last time they were here, Joe was thankful that he would be in the kitchen, but he was not to be spared this night. "Joe get out here," squeaked Bob, running into the kitchen after the table had been cleared. "They want to give their compliments to the cook."
"Shit!" Joe removed the long white duster that he wore while cooking to reveal that, under it, he had on the same French maid's uniform as Bob.Joe could see the effect that the presence of the masculine brothers had on Bob as he waited on them; he was flushed, excited, and Joe knew from his own experiences that Bob's pussy must be dripping wet by now.
Joe went into the dining room, curtseyed, and then stood with his hands folded politely over his apron. Bob came out and stood beside his father.
The Gonzales brothers were speechless as they stared at the two gorgeous girls that they knew had once been men.
"How do you tell them apart?" Asked Hector.
"Oh there is a way, but I'll let you find out." Answered Dr. van Damme. "Don't just stand there. Introduce yourselves." She told her two maids.
Joe curtseyed. "I am Joseph Watson, sirs."
Bob followed suit.
Miguel Gonzales rose and came over to Joe. "I just wanted to express my compliments to the cook. The cook in this case being so beautiful, I believe that a kiss would be in order." Having been briefed on Joe's programming, Miguel grabbed Joe and before he could say anything, pulled him tight and kissed him passionately. Miguel felt the former man in his arms tighten up in resistance. In short order though, Joe was betrayed by his conditioned responses and was returning Miguel's kisses with all the fervor he could muster. Joe could not resist his carnal desires; he wanted to suck on Miguel's cock, he wanted it filling his hot cunt, to feel it rubbing against his swollen clit. Joe was overcome with lust and passion.
Miguel broke off the kiss and Joe could see that Hector was kissing Bob, who was responding in kind.
"Joe would you like to accompany Senor Gonzales to his room tonight?" Asked Dr. van Damme.
Joe could do nothing else but answer sweetly. "Yes ma'am."
Miguel explained to Joe, "I desired you as the delicate Yvonne and now I desire you even more as the beguiling Joe Watson. The only problem is that I want to keep you to myself. Forever. Tell me, how do you feel about that Joe?"
Joe just stood there, hoping that Miguel would kiss him again.
"Answer the man Joseph!" Demanded Dr. van Damme.
Joe would do or say anything by now, he was so horny; all he cared about was getting it on with Miguel. "I would love that sir." Joe said softly.
"He's all yours Miguel."
Miguel took Joe's hand and led him out of the room to his suite. Joe followed like an eager puppy.The corset provided the support necessary to hold up Joe's huge breasts, but in no way concealed them. Thusly attired, Joe would be led to the breakfast room.
Miguel liked to start his day with breakfast, during which time he would read any faxes or telexes concerning his businesses and then read the Financial Times. He believed that being "on the edge" sexually sharpened his business acumen, and it was his wife's job to keep him there. Joe would be under the table with each arm chained to a leg when Miguel would come down to breakfast. As soon as Miguel was seated, Joe would take his cock between his gums and work it up to an erection. If he failed to keep Miguel on the edge, or accidentally pushed him over, things would go badly for poor Joe.
After Miguel had finished his breakfast, Joe would be released to go upstairs where he would put in his teeth and don a dress. This was usually nothing more than a trifle of satin or silk which left all his charms easily accessible to Miguel. Joe would then be fed and put to his tasks for the day which, as befitted a lady of his stature, were usually needlepoint, cooking, and gardening.
It began to appear to Joe that there were indignities waiting for him around every corner. Miguel had decreed a fiesta upon his return. In most feudal societies, there was an old custom known as 'droit du seigneur' in which the lord of the manor got first crack at the new bride of any peasant. In this case, though, Miguel decided to try it in reverse to reward his faithful retainers. All the help got a crack at the new Senora Gonzales; Joe was sore for a week.
There were even more torments to come for Joe. It had been obvious that Bob wouldn't be fathering any more children. Not knowing about the exact changes made to Bob, and assuming he was like himself, Joe was dumbstruck when Miguel informed him that his son was pregnant. Joe had been secretly proud when he had become a father at twelve, but when his son became a mother at twenty-one, Joe's chagrin knew no bounds. Especially when Miguel teased him about being the sexiest grandmother in the world. Joe never met his grandchild as Hector had it delivered into the care of a wet nurse immediately. At least the child would have a chance of developing normally without seeing the reality of his lineage.
A couple of weeks after the birth, Hector and Bob came over for a formal dinner. Joe was naked, gagged, and tied to his chair because of an outburst at a dinner party the night before, and was jealous of Bob who wore a stylish gown and had his breasts covered.
"Miguel, I have something here you must try."
"Very well, little brother. What is it?"
Hector signaled the waitress who brought three glasses. "Roberta, if you will be so kind."
Showing not even the slightest embarrassment, Bob pulled the bodice of his gown down to reveal his breasts. Engorged with milk, they were even fuller than they had been before. Placing a glass under one massive breast, Bob started squeezing out milk. In almost no time, he had expressed enough to fill all three glasses. Miguel, Hector, and Bob each took a glass, and Hector offered a toast. "To my new son. Hector junior."
They all sipped at the warm milk. "Is this not divine?" Exclaimed Hector. "We no longer use cow's milk in my house anymore. By the way, brother, when do you plan to breed your Joe."
Miguel just glowered at this last. He had been trying, but it just wasn't happening. "I want him to be called Josefina."
"Well anyway, you shouldn't starve him. He'll need to keep up his strength if you want him to bear niños for you."
Miguel thought for a minute. "As always you are right, little brother. I have an idea. Josefina didn't get to try any of this fine milk. Perhaps Roberta would see his way fit to allow Josefina to sample some. From the source as it were."
Released from his bonds, Joe went over to where Bob had pushed his chair back from the table and got down on his knees. He was almost crying as he took the plump nipple between his gums.
"Don't worry, pop. Just kind of squeeze it and suck at the same time," Said Bob as he grabbed Joe's head and pulled it in tight against his bosom. Joe did as Bob had told him, and his mouth filled with the warm sweet fluid. Joe swallowed and repeated the action again and again; nursing at Bob's breasts until they were dry.
Joe got up to return to his seat, but his troubles weren't over yet. "Perhaps Roberta would like to have Josefina pleasure her in return for that fine feeding?" Asked Miguel.
Bob just giggled and shook his head in the affirmative. "You bitch!" thought Joe.
Joe was in tears as he crawled under the table, pushed the hem of Bob's gown up and pulled his panties down. The salt of Joe's tears mixed with Bob's pussy juice as Joe tongued Bob's cunt and nibbled on his clit. Would this be his final humiliation; forced to perform cunnilingus on the woman who had once been his son?
Not quite.Joe was dressed normally; in a dress, nylons, and heels, but something seemed different. "Miguel," said Dr. van Damme, "I am afraid I have cost you some money."
Miguel looked at her.
"You need to invest in some new clothing for Joe."
"What?" "Maternity clothing."
"Aha!" Miguel's smile showed that he was indeed pleased with this turn of affairs. Joe just sat with his hands together in his lap and stared at the floor.
"Regarding your other concerns Miguel; I think a little demonstration is in order. Joe?"
Joe was shocked to hear himself replying, "Si Senora."
"What the hell is going on here," Joe thought to himself.
"Just listen to this Miguel," Said Dr. van Damme. "What is your name girl?"
Joe tried to tell her "My name is Joseph Watson and I'm not really a girl", but what came out of his mouth was "Me llamo Josefina Gonzales, Senora".
"Quien es el hombre?"
"l es mi esposo Miguel."
"What the hell am I saying? What has she done to me?", thought Joe.
"He comprehends Spanish and English, but thinks only in English and speaks only in Spanish. His responses are, for the most part, limited and pre-programmed. He'll never embarrass you again."
"Thank you doctor. You have no idea how happy you have made me."
"Just don't put him in bondage or strap him into that trunk of yours while he's pregnant."
It was a long nine months for Joe and if it had been difficult for him to manage with his gigantic breasts, it became practically impossible to do anything with them and a swollen belly.
Joe screamed all the way through his final initiation into womanhood and when it was over; he lay there tired, torn, and bleeding, knowing that he would never again know greater humiliation or pain. Afterwards, when Joe's milk let down his breasts swelled up to the size of watermelons. Joe asked Miguel what he should do, to which Miguel replied, "I don't know for sure, but we can't let all that milk go to waste."
Joe worked on his needlepoint as the breast pump hummed and sucked the milk out of him. It was small consolation that the milk not needed for his own child, whom he had never met, was supplied to a mother's milk bank to feed orphans and sick children. Miguel liked to joke with Joe about being qualified for agricultural subsidies if he let Joe's mammaries dry up. Eventually they did though; when he got pregnant again.
Epilogue
Justine van Damme reviewed the results of the Watson affair. It had wound up all nice and neat, with no loose ends; she wished they could all turn out this way.
Gloria Watson and Monica were married and living in Manhattan, where they were committed activists in the lesbian cause. Justine had known that Monica had a submissive streak in her, but had been surprised to see Gloria become so butch.
Mark Walters and Sam Grenwald were toiling endlessly; concubines in the perfumed prison of a Middle East harem.
Joseph and Robert Watson were beyond anyone's reach in South America where, as Josefina and Roberta Gonzales, they would spend the rest of their lives imprisoned in exquisite femininity. Two more men who would never be heard from again.
Closing the file, she savored a sense of accomplishment, but didn't linger very long, thinking "oh well, that was fun, but on to the next case." | 1 |
1,954 | Jamie | "James, stay out of my room or you'll be sorry!" Julia retorted. I looked at my older sister and hung my head. I had been caught again in her room, looking in her dresser drawer. I was 9 years old and had become very curious about girls. They had started becoming a subject of my interest about six months ago, and my two sisters were a handy way to study the new subject of my interest. "James - are you listening to me? I don't like it when I find you doing these things. I don't go through your room, and I want you to stay out of mine!" Julia really looked angry. "OK, OK sis, I got your message. I wasn't hurting anything. I was just looking!" I finally replied, not looking at her. I turned and ran from her room down the hall and into my own room.
This room was a study in contrasts. Where Julia's room was decorated in ruffles and lace, mine was a MAN'S room. When Dad died last year, Mom had let me redecorate my room as a way of coping with his loss. I sat in the overstuffed wingback chair and started plotting a way to get even with Julia for yelling at me. It wasn't fair, I decided. Here I was the only boy in a house with three girls; Mom, Julia, and Susan. My interest in girls had just started, and my sisters were a good way of studying what I had been told in school by the other boys about girls. She didn't have cause to yell at me like that, she was just a woman, and I was a man. Well, almost. I went over to my bed and plopped down, and started really thinking. Maybe I had just better leave her alone for a while. Even though she was a good specimen, Julia was sixteen, and very pretty for a girl I guess, she always had boys looking at her when we went out to the mall. Well, maybe I can study Susan for a change while Julia cools off. She wasn't as interesting, she was only three, and hadn't developed any female traits yet. In fact, I decided, her body (at least with clothes on) looked a lot like a smaller version of mine. Oh well, I guess she would have to do, Julia was really mad, and looking at Mom's things were out of the question. Mom would probably rip my head off if she caught me in her room. Susan, I guess it's you.
I got out of bed, opened the door to my room, and walked down to Susan's room. I opened her door and looked in. "Good, she's not here." I went in and closed the door behind me, not noticing that Julia had come out of her room just in time to see me go into Susan's. I went over to my sister's closet and slid the door back. Inside were a few dresses, blouses, and skirts. Hey! Not bad, I thought to myself as I started looking through her stuff. I imagined what she must feel like wearing those things. Always having to be careful about running, or sitting. More proof that boys were the superior sex. We didn't have to worry about showing the whole world our underwear when we sat down! I closed her closet and went to her dresser. Opening the top drawer, I looked inside. Interesting. Julia's panties were nylon, these were cotton with little bears and bows printed on them. Hey! They even had lace trim! Carefully I started taking them out of the drawer and examining them one by one. They were in assorted colors, all of them had those designs on them - NO THEY DIDN'T. Down in the bottom of the drawer I found some nylon panties. These were all pink. When I pulled one of them out and held them up I could see that they also had the day of the week embroidered in a light blue on the right lower side of the just above the lacy leg opening. This pair said 'Saturday' - that was tomorrow. I wondered how often Susan wore these. I folded the panties and put them all back so no one would notice that anyone had been into them. I then looked at the other side of the drawer. Here was something Julia didn't have. These looked something like my tee shirts, only with lace. I wondered why Julia didn't wear them. I opened the next drawer, it was full of jeans and pullover tops. I shut that drawer thinking, "Nah, I get to see those things on her around the house all the time." I opened the third drawer looked in and saw it was full of slips. Just as I started to reach in, I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs. I shut the drawer, ran to the door and looked out. The way was clear, I made a break for my room. I ran in, and shut the door thinking, "That was close, but they didn't catch me."
I opened my eyes, and there sitting on my bed was Mom. She looked very serious, and I wondered what she was going to yell at me about this time. "James, we need to talk. Sit down." I went over to my chair, sat down, and said, "I didn't do nothing, Mom." She just sat there looking at me. Finally she said in a low voice, "Are you telling me that Julia didn't catch you going through her room and you weren't just now in Susan's room going through her things." Caught! "Mom, I was just curious. Seeing as how in not too long I am going to have to take care of all of you women, I should know more about you," I said. Mom looking puzzled said "Just what do you mean by that, young man?" I answered, "Well all the guys at school say that women are weak and have to have a man to take care of them. I guess now that Dad's gone it's my time to take care of all of you." Mom just smiled and said, "Son, there are some things about your father you didn't know. One of which is that he had come to realize that women are in fact superior to the male of the species." She stood, and said "Come with me." I followed her out of my room and down the hall to her room. Mom walked over to a dresser in the corner and opened the top drawer, "This was your father's dresser, son, I want you to see what he wore every day of his life after marrying me." With that statement she started pulling clothing out of the drawer and placing the items on the bed. "Son, not only did your father believe, as I do, that females are superior. But with my permission and encouragement, he tried to become more like us. Your older sister knew about all of this, and your father and I were going to tell you, but we never seemed to get around to it." She turned to the bed and held up an item, "These are his panties. They are just like what I wear." She picked up another item, "Your father wore bras 24 hours a day, seven days a week, he also wore gartered hose and a girdle every day, during the hours he was awake. He kept his body hairless, and would submit to any female's wishes." I was totally confused by this point and asked Mom, "You made Dad dress like a girl?" Mom smiled again and said, "I had to at first, but by the time we had married he had come to believe as I do. I want you to understand that I loved him, and I love you. That's why I attempted to help him become a better person, as I shall with you."
The door to the room opened and Julia came in carrying a bag. Mom went to her and asked "Hon, did you get every thing I asked for?" Susan nodded and sat the bag on the bed. "Mom, I don't want to be a girl!" I cried, suddenly afraid. Susan turned to me, "Don't be such a baby, I have been a girl all of my life and I like it. I think it will be really neat to have another sister." Mom looked at me and said in a stern voice, "Now take those clothes off." I started to run for the bedroom door, but Julia grabbed me and held me while Mom stripped me of my male clothing. I was so embarrassed, I was naked in front of my mother and my sister! "Don't be such a Ninny, your sister has supervised your father dressing and bathing many times from the time she was 7 on. You haven't got anything to hide from her," my mother admonished.Mom handed me a pair of pink cotton panties with little blue bows printed on them, and blue lace around the legs. "Put these on." I hastily complied, thinking that even though these were girl's clothes, at least it was better than being naked in front of them. My sister then helped me to put on a pair of pink tights and a pink vest with a blue ribbon around the neckline. My mother handed me my jeans and my sweatshirt. "You can wear your regular outer clothes until school is out for the summer," she stated.
I grabbed them and put them on, then ran from the room and into my own. I felt so funny wearing this underwear. I went to my dresser to get some of MY underwear, but when I opened the drawer I found that Julia had already been here. My male underwear was gone, and had been replaced by undies just like I was wearing. I had no choice but to continue wearing what I had on, or go without. I had just decided to go without when my little sister came running into my room. She ran over to me and said in an excited voice, "Mommie just told me that you aren't going to be a boy anymore. She says you have new underwear just like mine! Can I see?" She was jumping up and down by this time, she was so excited. "Oh man, she will tell everyone if I'm not careful," I thought. I knelt down and told her, "Susan, I'll let you see them, but you have to promise that this is a secret for you, me, Mommie, and Julia. OK?" She seemed to calm a bit, and said "A secret? OK." I pulled up my sweatshirt so that she could see my vest. Susan said, "It's just like mine!" and ran from my room. I was crying in frustration by this time. Might as well leave this stuff on, it seemed as if the whole family was going to be checking on me anyhow. I got up, put my shoes on and went downstairs to watch TV until dinner.
Chapter 2
I went downstairs and into the living room, turned the TV on and sat down before it. Susan, my little sister came in right behind me and said, "Jamie, change channels - I want to watch Romper Room." I replied, "Get lost, this cowboy show is going to be good!" My mother stepped into the living room at that moment, "James, you don't understand, do you? From now on any request from a real female is to be complied with immediately! Now unless you want me to spank you, do as your sister says." I turned to Mom, and said, "But Mom, I was here first." At that Mom strode over to me, "OK, that's enough. Stand up and pull your jeans, tights, and panties down." Flabbergasted, I just stared at her. Mom called out, "Julia! I need your help!" My older sister came in, grabbed me, sat down on the couch, and pulled me over her legs face down. Mom undid my jeans and pulled everything down, baring my butt. Mom then grabbed my legs, and said to Julia "Spank him!" At that Julia started spanking me until I was crying and promising to behave. Julia then stopped, and she and Mom let me up. I started to bend down to pull everything up, and Mom said, "No, leave them down. Go change stations, kiss your little sister, and tell her that you are sorry. Then go stand in that corner until supper is ready." I did as she told me and everything seemed to go OK until I got over to Susan. I leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, when she spotted my penis. She cried out, "Mommie, something's growing on Jamie!" Julia answered her, "Oh, don't worry about that. It's left over from when he was still a boy. You can touch it - it won't hurt you." Susan continued to stare at it, and reached out and grabbed it. I just stood there feeling that I was going to die in embarrassment. She finally let go of me and allowed me to kiss her on the cheek. I stammered out, "Susan, I'm sorry I didn't do what you said." I felt ridiculous saying this to a 3 year old. Looking very serious, Susan replied, "That's OK, Jamie. Mommie told me to tell her if you don't do ANYTHING I say. I like you being a girl."At twelve, we had our good doctor friend remove her testicles and give her breast implants. They only had 50 CC of saline in them back then. We also fitted her for her first corset at that time. We kept her in the little girl stage until last year. That was when we started enlarging her breasts 200 CC a month until they reached the size they are now. We also stopped using the crib at that time and gave her a first little girl's canopy bed. I don't think I am going to potty train her. I think that's better left for her future wife to decide if she wants her potty trained or not. Although I think she will be a much better mate if she remains untrained throughout her life.
She's 15 now, and I expect that I will have her Lady's Maid and Companion training to the point where we can sell her in the next year or two to a very good woman as a mate and lady's companion. "This one's going to bring a very high price if she's trained well, she's already showing signs that she's going to be a great beauty," said Sharon as she patted me on the head.
Julia and Denise came back in, and Julia announced, "We have everything set up. Susan's diapered and in bed, but I told her she could stay awake until we brought Jamie up to bed. Come on, Jamie." I crawled over to Julia and Denise and followed behind them upstairs and into Susan's bedroom. There, set against the wall beside Susan's bed, was a large steel crib. They helped me into it and lowered the steel barred top over it, padlocking it shut. Susan looked over at me and said, "I like having you as a girl!" With that, Julia and Denise left the room, turning off the light and shutting the door. I lay there in the crib, thinking about the day and crying. I could see Susan in her bed by the nightlight. Some time much, much later, I went to sleep as well. | 1 |
1,965 | Clarence | "Clarence is an imbecile."
"Imbecile is an understatement. There's nothing I can do for him now. He's gone far beyond what I ever could have expected of him."
The two women sat across from each other at the table, their legs crossed, each one's hands folded neatly before her. The police were in the dining room sipping coffee. The older woman looked at the younger one and sighed. "What can we do now?"
"Nothing. Apparently nothing at all."
The older woman produced a cigarette and lit it with a gold lighter, the smoke drifting wistfully from her mouth. "Why do I want to do something?"
The young woman shook her head slowly. "Because he is your nephew?"
"No. No, I don't think so. I don't think that's the reason." She inhaled from the cigarette, held the smoke for a moment. "I think it's because he's disgraced me. Because he did it again. This cancels my plans for the next three months or so. Spain must be forgotten about. He does it again, and again and again. And each time I have warned him. Each time I've told him he will be punished. Apparently he refuses to listen. What would you do?"
"What would I do? I would punish him."
"How?"
"I'm not certain. But I would make him thoroughly miserable, I can guarantee you that. And I would somehow make the punishment fit the crime."
The older woman shifted her weight, her silks rustling about her. "What would fit assault?"
"He raped her. That goes far beyond assault."
"Rape, then."
The young woman smiled. "Castration?"
"Frankly, that's not out of the question. But he'd still have to answer to the police, and it's something he'd get used to."
"Really?"
"Certainly. Like the loss of limb. The human mind is quite resilient, especially when its woes are directly related to the body. The mind sometimes recovers faster than the body. That boy simply must be punished, and I'm afraid it must be a bit more than simple castration."
"'Simple' castration?" the young woman asked, her jaw dropping.
"He'd still have to answer to the police," answered the other woman. "I'd rather that didn't have to happen."
For a moment there was silence between them; the only sound was the resonance of the two officers' voices carrying through the wall from the other room.
"He's done it again," said the young woman.
"I'm afraid he has," said the older woman, very matter-of-factly. "I have an idea, Frances, but it's awfully strange. Let me tell you?"
"Yes, of course."
Clarence sat impatiently in the bedroom, one leg chained to the bedpost. When the door opened, he sat bolt upright and began to shout.
"What is this? Has this entire house gone completely fucking crazy? Do you realize that I'm chained to the bed?"
Louise sat across from him, a safe distance away, and spoke slowly, not waiting for him to calm down. "Clarence, you are an imbecile. You have raped a very young girl, and the police involvement has hurt me and my household very terribly. I can not tolerate this any further, Clarence. You will be leaving here tomorrow."
He was still shouting as she left the room.
There was some sort of a drug involved; that's all he could remember when he woke up. That he had been drugged, and had been asleep for uncountable time.
And now that he was awake he was completely disoriented. He was strapped to a table in a brightly lit room, unable to move. All he could do was shout. It was still a luxury.
When he had finished cursing, he heard the woman's voice next to him, soft. "Your aunt wanted you awake for this. I understand your name is Clarence."
"Fuck you. Fuck her. Let me up."
"Now I know why she wanted you awake."
There was a pinching in his arm, and he slowly realized that he had been administered an injection. It slowly made him numb. Soon he couldn't even curse any more.
The woman who had spoken to him before leaned over his face, obscuring his field of vision. She was startlingly attractive. Clarence wanted to make a lewd comment but could not. He was immobile, unable to even close his mouth.
The woman fitted a hose over his mouth and swiftly pushed it down his throat. He felt himself gag, but the reflex was so distant that it did not last, and it was not uncomfortable. He found he could breathe around the tube. He felt a warmth in his throat, he understood it to be gas, and he got afraid.
"I know you are afraid," said the woman, sitting beside him. "You are supposed to be afraid. I know what you did to that girl, Clarence. You will never want to hear your voice again. You will understand this tomorrow."
When he awoke the next day, there was no more tube down his throat, but his mouth was dry and his throat hurt slightly. He felt sore. He was still strapped down, he still could not move.
The woman entered the room again and she sat beside him. He began to speak, and as soon as he did he started to panic.
His voice was soprano, very nasal, nearly a squeak. It was the voice of a girl. Not simply feminine, though; it had the qualities associated with the droning giggles of a caricature, a bimbo. When he tried to yell he found that he could not. "What happened to me? What the fuck did you do to me? When will this wear off?"
The woman heard the panic in his girlie voice and responded. "It won't wear off, Clarence. It's your new voice forever. Until you die."
He was suddenly silent. He didn't believe it. It couldn't be true, it was all a scheme designed to hurt him, to traumatize him. He saw right through it. It wouldn't work. He wouldn't let it. They couldn't have changed his voice forever.
"You have a new name. It's Missy."
"Fuck you," he said, ashamed at the sound of his voice.
"Hush," said the woman, and she left the room.
For a few moments Clarence sat awake, slightly afraid. His situation was still too strange, too disorienting, to have a serious effect on him. He knew that he had been drugged, that his voice had been changed, but he knew that it was all temporary, that none of it would last. And he fancied that he was smart enough to second guess his aunt. She was obviously trying to traumatize him, so as long as he kept his wits, her plan wouldn't work. He relaxed beneath the bonds, forcing himself to do so.
The next time the attractive woman entered the room he was asleep, and she injected him with a syringe of a sedative to be sure that he did not awaken. His discomfort was to be mental, not physical. Such were her orders.
There were always drugs administered; they were utilized constantly throughout the day, and a few times over the course of the night. They came in all forms: injections, capsules, cremes. Sometimes when he would lie prone, hazed by a sedative, he would become afraid again as he felt the stinging warmth of a topical ointment as it was vigorously applied to his skin.
Eventually he was allowed to walk about the room, always tethered so that he would not be able to move too far. His voice was still ultra feminine, and it distressed him greatly. He was beginning to feel helpless, truly helpless, and it was a sensation which left him empty. And very afraid.
His body weight began to drop and he noticed that his strength was waning to the point that he had difficulty getting out of bed sometimes. He knew it was a result of the drugs they were giving him, of the ointments and injections. His hair had fallen out and began to grow back, although it seemed to be growing from his head at a rapid pace, much faster than any other place on his body. In fact, the rest of his body remained hairless, including his sex, which hung immaturely between his legs, always exposed, another source of embarrassment. Clarence had stopped fighting. He was resigned to his bizarre captivity and besides, he was too weak.
"Hello, Missy," said the woman, walking in the room and shutting the door behind her. "They tell me that you're ready to go through with it."
"Go through with what?" Clarence asked, the chill in his voice sounding silly at such a high pitch.
"Your skin is soft enough, so I think we can finally do it."
"Do what?" Clarence was overwhelmed with a directionless dread as the woman spoke to him. He had a terrible feeling in his stomach.
The door opened again and two orderlies appeared with a tray and a stretcher. Clarence tried vainly to resist them as they held up his arm and inserted the needle. "No," he squeaked, "I'm sorry. Please. Please let me go. Let me go back to what I was before." He felt himself falling unconscious, and he knew as his mind slipped away into sleep that he could not stop them from doing whatever terrible thing they had planned.
"Hush," said the woman distantly, the last thing he heard, "try to relax."
The older woman opened the door slowly, letting the man in from the chill night air. "Hello," she said, smiling and extending her hand, "you must be Jeffrey. How are you? It's so good to meet you.She shut the door behind him.
Jeffrey smiled at her and nodded. He was a big man, well-toned beneath his shirt and denim jacket, with a rough beard on his face. She could see that he was not very intelligent. That was good.
The young woman entered from the other room. She smiled.
"Are you Missy?" asked Jeffrey, obviously a little disappointed.
"No, silly. I'm the woman you spoke to on the phone. The one who made the arrangements. Remember? You called my ad in the paper."
"Yeah. Yeah, right." He looked away, distracted.
"Well," said the older woman, looking at the younger one, "shall we introduce him to Missy?"
The young woman nodded. "Certainly." She turned her face to a door on the other side of the room and yelled, "Missy! Jeffrey is here!"
There was a moment of silence, then the clicking sound of high-heeled shoes on the wooden floor, and then the door opened.
A stunning young blonde woman stepped slowly into the room, looking briefly up at the three of them before blushing and looking shamefully down at her high-heeled feet. She had a heart-shaped face of delicate beauty; her lashes were long and full, thick blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner shaped her eyelids daintily, deep red lipstick covered her lips with a shiny gloss, making them inviting and kissable. A full honey-blonde mane framed her pretty face and draped enticingly over her swelling bosom. She was completely stacked: huge breasts, tiny wasp waist, and a full, voluptuous ass. Long, shapely legs and delicate hands with carefully manicured pink fingernails completed her adorable body. She was dressed to show off her assets, wearing a skin-tight, shiny pink spandex mini-dress with a big pink bow between her breasts. Her lacy underwear was outlined through the constrictive material, and the outline of her large nipples was clearly visible. The dress was very low-cut, her ample cleavage proudly displayed, a small red heart tattoo on the left breast. Black lace pantyhose encased her delicious legs, and her feet were perched on matching pink stiletto pumps with bows on them, the heels five inches high. Huge hoop earrings protruded from beneath her sexy hair, and the sweet smell of perfume surrounded her. All in all, from the tip of her wild blonde hair to her pink high-heeled toenails, she was every bit the wet dream bombshell.
"Missy, this is Jeffrey," said the young woman, smiling.
"Hello," Missy said softly, her voice high and girlish. She kept looking at the floor, her arms crossed over her swelling breasts as if to hide them.
"She's just shy," said the older woman.
Jeffrey shook his head slowly in appreciation and whistled lightly through his teeth, striding purposefully across the room and putting his muscular arms around the frightened temptress, taking time to gape at her wonderful cleavage. "Hello, gorgeous," he said, smiling.
"Well, you two had better be going now," said the older woman, gesturing to the door. Jeffrey led Missy toward it, and she jiggled on her high heels behind him, stopping now and again to tug at the tight hemline of her dress in a futile attempt at modesty.
They made their way down the driveway, and Jeffrey helped the frail little woman into the passenger side of his truck. He walked around to the other side, got in, and they drove quickly away.
The two women stood at the window, watching them drive off. "Missy's first date," said the older woman, laughing. "How sweet."
The young woman laughed also. "Did you see the look on her face as she was leaving? I could see the tears in her eyes."
"I'd be scared too, dear, if I were as sexy as that, dressed the way she was. She's asking for trouble."
"Yes," said the young woman, laughing harder. "She'll have a tough time fighting that boy off, that's for sure. Where are they going?"
"To the bar," said the older woman, "he wants to show her off to the guys."
"Well, she is quite a trophy, with a face and body like that."
Then they laughed, and they laughed until they couldn't stand anymore.
When they got up the next morning and Missy still wasn't home, they laughed some more. | 1 |
1,969 | The Breast of Everything | "He's obsessed with boobs," complained Maria, a new recruit to Mistress Jennifer's cadre of dominant feminizers of hapless men. "My husband Bob just stares at any woman with a full figure -- the fuller the better."
It was easy to see why this disturbed her. Maria, though extremely attractive, was a petite, small-boned woman who was far from buxom. I was privy to this conversation, along with Teasing Tammy, because Jennifer, Maria, and Tammy's sister and dominatrix, Susan, intended to use us to bring the unsuspecting Bob into a trap -- a trap that would deprive him of his manliness forever, it seemed.
Tammy, though only 16, had been designed by Susan and Jennifer as the ultimate cock-tease, with full 35 C breasts. Although my own alternate persona, Sissy Dani, was generally less generously endowed, for this adventure I was also padded out to Playmate-like dimensions.
We were sent out to meet Bob at one of his favorite hangouts, a bar that specialized in attracting men who "appreciated" bosomy types. I was dressed for "bear" -- a skin-tight white satin cocktail dress that played up my bogus breasts with a very short skirt, five-inch white satin heels, and dramatic makeup. Tammy had also been dressed to look older: She wore a black leather outfit, also extremely tight and short, with six-inch heels and equally dramatic makeup.
Our instructions (enforced by the post-hypnotic suggestions that created our submissive personalities) were to approach Bob, get him to buy us drinks, and then get him back to Jennifer's house for his own transformation.
Within minutes after we arrived, I spotted Bob at the bar. "Well, hello there," I cooed as I approached him, playing up my charms as much as I could.
"Hello yourself, little lady," Bob replied, smiling. He looked me up and down, pausing noticeably (as expected) at my bust line. "And who's this little heartbreaker?" he asked, as Tammy sidled up to his other side.
"That's my sister, Tammy," I replied. "I'm Dani."
He put his arms around our waists, in the process letting his hands graze our "boobs." I suggested he buy us a round of drinks. He made the order, and I told him and Tammy to find a quiet table and I would bring the drinks when they were ready. Bob readily agreed, seeing a chance, I suppose, to make a little time with the enticing Tammy while alone.
A short time later, the drinks were placed on the bar. I carefully blocked Bob's view while I doctored his martini with the colorless, odorless potion Jennifer and her friends frequently used to render their potential she-slaves helpless. The drug -- a combination sedative and mind-control potion -- had been developed by one of Jennifer and Susan's dominant friends.
I wiggled my way over to the table, setting down the drinks, urging Bob to try his, "to make sure the bartender got it right, sweetheart," I told him. He took a big gulp, pronounced it great, then suddenly a blank look came over him.
"Wow, that stuff works quickly, doesn't it?" Tammy remarked.
"It certainly does," I answered. "Now, quiet, I have to give him the preliminary instructions that will get him into our Mistresses' clutches."
I turned to Bob. "Can you hear me, Bob?"
"Yes," he replied in a monotone.
"Good. In a few moments, you will awaken, feeling quite refreshed. When you do so, you will follow these instructions exactly. You will agree to my suggestion that I invite us back to my place. Once there I will turn you over to your 'trainers.' The phrase 'Sleep, Bob,' will return you to this hypnotic state. Is this all clear?"
"Yes," he replied again.
"Excellent. Wake up," I commanded.
Bob instantly came out of the spell and soon joined Tammy and me on our way to Jennifer's. I rang the doorbell and Jennifer answered the door, with Bob's wife, Maria, at her side. Before Bob could completely take in the consequences of what was going on, Maria said, "Sleep, Bob," and he was once again entranced.
The mesmerized Bob was led inside to the room that had become Jennifer's "transformation suite." There he was made to lie upon a comfortable bed, headphones were placed on his ears, and Jennifer began a new technique for transforming a male's psyche to the one she desired -- sleep learning.
"While he sleeps there overnight," she told Maria, "the tapes will impress upon him his new persona -- 'Busty Barbie.' Just like Sissy Dani and Teasing Tammy, she will be completely submissive to all true women -- and especially to you -- and she will have her own special twist: an innate desire to be as buxom as possible, the bigger the better. In addition, she will be compelled to display those 'charms' to their best advantage at all times.
"But inwardly," Jennifer continued, "Bob will be completely conscious of what is happening to him. If you request, he will explain his humiliation to you for your enjoyment. He can be brought in and out of his transformed personality by the following method -- the phrase 'Touch your boobs, Busty Barbie' will activate the submissive mode; a simple snap of your fingers will bring back Bob, who will be completely aware of everything that has happened to him as Barbie. In addition, in either mode, the phrase 'Sleep, Bob' or "Sleep, Barbie' will permit new post-hypnotic instructions to be given.
"Does that satisfy your desire for revenge?"
"Completely," Maria replied. "I can't wait for morning!"
When morning came, Bob was awakened by a subliminal command on the tapes, fully aware of his new self as Busty Barbie. Maria and Jennifer were waiting for him.
"Barbie," Maria told him. "We have an appointment for you at the beauty parlor. Put on the clothes we've laid out for you and we'll leave shortly."
The now-totally submissive man began to dress, with Maria's aid, in a completely bisexual outfit: white satin panties, garter belt and stockings beneath; topped by a white satin man-tailored blouse and raw silk pleated women's slacks; the shoes were patent-leather low-heeled pumps. Next Maria made up his face lightly: Pale pink blush and lipstick, light blue eyeshadow and the merest hint of mascara. She then teased his hair into a slightly femme style. When completed, any observer would have been hard-pressed to determine Bob/Barbie's gender.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the beauty shop run by Jennifer's friend Margaret, the dominant woman who had aided in my own transformation to Sissy Dani. There, "Barbie" was stripped to her panties and strapped into the chair Margaret used for her "special" customers. Once sure that the half-feminized male couldn't escape, Maria leaned over and snapped her fingers in his face.
Instantly, Bob's own persona reasserted itself. He was indignant. "What's going on, Maria? Why am I strapped to this chair in this BEAUTY PARLOR?" He said the last two words with evident loathing.
"What's happening, 'Barbie,' darling, is that you are about to be transformed into the kind of woman you most desire -- a big-breasted, submissive bimbo. The only difference is that you will be submissive only to me and other women," Maria explained "I fully expect that when you see yourself -- as long as I allow you to be Bob and not Barbie -- you'll come right in your panties. In fact, I may order you to do just that."
Though he was absolutely livid, Bob realized that he could not fight back in this environment. He settled back and said to Margaret, "Do your worst."
Within an hour, Bob was further transformed into Barbie. His dark hair had been lengthened by the addition of a fall that came to below his shoulders, with attractive curls framing his face. That face no longer looked male in the slightest: His eyes had been accented with long false eyelashes, and deep green shadow, topped by plucked and arched eyebrows.His cheeks were graced by a rose blush, and his lips looked full and kissable in their coat of glistening red. His nails had been lengthened and painted the same red color.
Now came the treatment that would give Busty Barbie the figure worthy of her name. Margaret approached him with a wicked-looking syringe.
"What's that?" he cringed.
"This is a special fast-acting breast enlarger, developed by the same sympathetic doctor who came up with the hypnotic drug that allowed Maria to enslave you so effectively last night," the dominant beautician told him, smiling. "Once I've injected you, your breasts will begin to grow as they attract the excess fluid in your body. I'm told a single injection will give you at least a 34C bustline." She pushed the needle into each side of his body, just below the armpit.
"And not only that," Maria interjected, "the result of seeing yourself with a real bosom will interact with your programming to make you want even bigger boobs. In time, you'll look -- and want to look -- like a brunette Dolly Parton."
Bob could tell it was true. Even in the short time they had been speaking, he could see the swelling begin in his chest. He knew it would be less than an hour before he had the huge boobs the two women had described.
As that thought sank in, Jennifer returned, arms laden with clothes for the "new woman." Deciding caution was in order before releasing Bob from his bonds, Maria spoke the code words, "Touch your boobs, Busty Barbie."
Seeing that the spell had worked, the women unstrapped Barbie from her chair and began her final transformation. Now that her breasts had grown to their full first-injection size, Margaret powdered them and painted the nipples with the same red lipstick she'd used on Barbie's face.
Now came the clothes: The white satin panties, garter belt, and stockings were replaced. Over them, a very sheer white blouse, permitting the red nipples to show through provocatively, along with a tight, knee-length white skirt and white patent-leather heels. A collar, much like my own as Sissy Dani, was locked around her neck, as were similar ankle bracelets.
Maria turned to face the transformed Bob. "Sleep, Barbie," she ordered. "In a moment, you will see yourself for the first time as Busty Barbie. I want you to pose so as to show off your boobs as much as possible. When I am satisfied as to your ability to display yourself, I will bring back your male personality. Now, awake."
Maria spun Barbie to face the mirror. Immediately, the she-male began to run through the most provocative of poses, always with the goal of letting her breasts lead the way. After a short while, Maria snapped her fingers.
Bob was aghast as he at last saw the bizarre creature they had made of him. At the same time, he could not help being turned on by the image in the mirror -- in many ways, this was the woman of his dreams: busty and unashamed of it. He couldn't help it: his cock grew large and thick, heavy with the sexual thoughts within him. He struggled against it but could not stop. As Maria had ordered, the image of Busty Barbie -- his own transformed image -- made him come in his satin panties. | 1 |
1,977 | Sexual HERassment | "Listen, you moron, I've told you I'm not interested in dating you. You'd better get off my case, or I'll file sexual harassment charges against you!" These words should have struck fear into me, but I couldn't help myself. Since Mona had started working in my office, I found myself thinking about her constantly. She was drop-dead gorgeous, it's true, but so were plenty of other women. But there was just something about her that told me that she was someone special, something that had me after her like a dog in heat.
"But please, Mona, I can't explain why, I just can't help myself," I said to her on that fateful Thursday morning that would change my life forever. "I'd do anything for a date with you."
"Anything covers a lot of ground, buster, and I doubt you really mean anything," she replied.
"No, really, I do mean anything, Mona, I do!"
"You've really got it bad, don't you, Steve? And, unless I'm totally wrong, you not only want to date me, but you'd love to get inside my panties as well, wouldn't you?" I was speechless, as this was the first acknowledgement of any kind she had made to me - usually she just spurned my offers for a date with a curt, "Sorry, no." "Well, admit it, if that's the case. You'd do anything for that, right?" she persisted.
"Y...yes, you're right, Mona, I would do anything at all." She was just so beautiful, with a perfect figure, and long, wavy auburn hair. I was ready to do anything she asked for any crumb of attention she would throw my way.
"All right, let's see if you really mean it. We'll have a date Saturday night, but here are the ground rules. I'm not going to spend a dime for this date, and..." I cut her off, "of course, not, I'll pay for everything, don't be silly." "Shut up and listen - don't interrupt me. I mean not a dime, not even for clothes. Give me your charge card, so I can shop for what I need." This startled me a bit, but without a word, I handed her my gold American Express card. What could it cost me, a couple of hundred bucks? I'd said anything, and I meant it. If she wanted to get a new outfit from the deal, so what.
That was the end of our conversation, and when I got a call at lunchtime from Amex, saying that a woman was trying to use my card for a $150 purchase, I authorized her using it, promising that I would send in the form for another card, for my "fiancee" as soon as possible. I expected that Mona would return the card that afternoon, but she stopped by my office to tell me that she needed a "couple of more tiny things, you don't mind, do you dear?" At that point, in for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, so I told her that was fine. I didn't think any more about it, but when she called in sick the next day, I wondered if we were still on for Saturday. My question was answered that afternoon, when she called me and said, "Don't worry, I just took the day to get ready for our date. Be here at eight o'clock, OK?"
"Sure, eight's fine, I'll see you then." I spent all Friday night and Saturday thinking about our date, that I was finally going to see her socially. I rang her bell at a quarter to eight, not able to control myself to show up exactly on time, a fact she commented on when she answered the door in a silken dressing gown.
"Well, since you're here, come in and make yourself at home. Let me make you a drink."
"I'll be glad to do that, while you finish getting ready," I offered, but she replied, "Oh, no, that would make me a terrible hostess, what would you like?" I told her a scotch on the rocks would be fine, and in just a minute, she returned with my drink. "I know I've been stand-offish at work, but I'm not really that way. Would you like to come upstairs and see me putting on the lovely things you bought me?" Would I? You couldn't have kept me away. I followed her upstairs, and lay down on her bed as she suggested, taking a deep slug of the scotch. She watched me, and as I felt the room begin to spin and get dark, I saw an evil smile on her face.
When I woke up, I was totally disoriented, and didn't know where I was. The room I was in was pitch-black, and I had strange sensations all over. I couldn't move, but I didn't know why I felt so weird all over. There was a strong perfume scent in the air, and then I remembered arriving at Mona's house for our date, and the drink I had. She must have drugged me. A voice came out of the darkness, "Awake yet, Stevie?" and the room was suddenly flooded with light. I couldn't even turn my head, but looking straight ahead, I saw Mona framed in the doorway. "I know you can't move yet, the drug I put in your scotch is a mild paralytic, but just lay there and listen to me. I told you that you were harassing me, pestering me after I said `NO' to you several times, but you just couldn't accept that. You have no idea what a terrible thing sexual harassment is, but you'll find out now."
While my fuzzy mind tried to comprehend what she meant, she continued, "All your clothes, and your wallet are gone - not in the house anywhere, so when you can move, don't waste time looking for them, so you can escape. While you were unconscious, I, ah, spent my time getting you ready for your lessons. And, I took Polaroid pictures of the whole process, and they're someplace safe as well, and I know that you won't want them to appear in the office on Monday or any other day. So don't think that you can overpower me, because you are under my control now."
I could feel strength returning to my body, and I could feel that I was totally naked under the blanket. But why did the touch of the silk sheets feel so strange. And why did my face feel like there was something on it? I managed to get myself up, and the reason for the strange feeling became apparent. Every hair from the neck down had been shaved off my body! Mona stood still as I walked over to the full-length mirror and saw - my face made up in full cosmetics, including false eyelashes. When my hand involuntarily moved up to touch my cheek, I saw that deep red false nails had been attached to my fingertips. "What, what the hell is this," I yelled angrily. "Are you crazy - what have you done to me?"
"Me crazy? No, I don't think so, and neither would anyone who saw the pictures. One of the nice things about the drug I gave you, is that your eyes stay open all the time you're unconscious; you look like a willing participant in everything that went on!" I knew she had me, if that were true.
"Ok, enough of this, let me have my clothes back. I'm sorry if I harassed you, I promise to leave you totally alone from now on," I said.
"No, that's not good enough. I told you that you would have to learn what harassment was really like. And for the rest of tonight, you will learn." She stood there, as if daring me to defy her, in a long black evening gown and high, spike-heeled black patent leather pumps. I realized the spot I was in, but in spite of my predicament, standing there naked in front of her, I began to get an erection as I looked at her lovely self. She walked toward me, and slapped my cock down, saying, "you won't be needing that tonight!" As my cock shrank down, she walked over to her dresser, and took out a bunch of clothes, all lacy, white, feminine undergarments. "Start getting dressed now, Suzi, you sissy thing. I think Suzi is a perfect name for you from now on."
I knew I had no choice, so I took the frilly, ruffled white panties from her hand, and pulled them up over my cleanly shaven legs. Before I could pull them all the way up, she stopped me, and tied a white ribbon tightly around the base of my cock, then around the tip, pulling the two ends of the ribbon back between my legs, so that my cock disappeared from view. "We mustn't have your big clitty showing, should we?" she asked. I pulled the panties up the rest of the way, feeling the smooth caress of the silken material against my pulled-back cock, and thinking that I was in the hands of one really sick chick. Just how sick, I was still to find out!
She placed another garment on the bed, and told me to lay on top of it. She slipped my arms through the bra straps on the top of it, then proceeded to lace it on around me. It wasn't too bad at first, when she pulled it closed around my hips, but as she continued to lace it up, toward my waist, I could feel my body compressing. She showed no mercy, lacing it as tight as it could be, and I felt my body being ruthlessly shaped by the boning inside it. "Stand up, Suzi, so I can see how you look," she said, and when I did, a wave of dizziness swept over me from the unnatural pressures on my body. She slipped two pads inside the cups of the garment, adding to the flesh that had already been pushed and pulled into there, then slid the hanging garters through my panties, and told me to sit back down. The corset-like foundation garment held me rigidly upright, making it almost impossible to pull the sheer white stockings up over my now-sleek legs."You're starting to find out how much we women have to suffer to look beautiful for men, Suzi," she commented, watching me struggle to attach the six garters to the thigh-high nylons. For some reason, the touch of all these feminine things was somehow exciting, as the smoothness and silkiness sent sensations through my body.
She pointed to a pair of white high heels, at least 4 inches tall, and I stepped into them. It took me a few moments to get used to balancing on them - I felt like I was on top of a skyscraper. As I stood perched there, I felt the compression of my leg muscles from the unnatural way the heels had me standing with just the balls of my feet on the ground, and my heels raised up in the air. The touch of something being placed on my head brought me back, and I felt, and saw, a long, wavy auburn wig, identical to Mona's own hair being placed on my head. She started to talk in a low voice, "this is what I had to go through for him, the bastard, now it's payback time." I began to tremble, partly from balancing in the shoes, but mostly from her almost psychotic tone and words. I stood there, wondering what was next, and I was horrified to see her pull a wedding gown out of her closet! I began to get a feeling that I knew what had happened to her, she must have been jilted, and she was acting it out with me. The white satin sheath gown was lifted over my upraised arms and bewigged head, and it slid smoothly down around me. I felt her zipping up the back of the dress, compressing the rest of my body inside its tight shape.
I knew that I must look ridiculous in this get-up, but when she walked me over to look in the mirror, I was stunned by the virginal bride who looked back at me! "Yes, dear, you look perfect, a beautiful, blushing bride - but not a virgin." I didn't have time for that to sink in, when she continued, "I was testing you last night, dear, and you failed. You let me fuck you, just like the whore you really are. And today you dress in lying white, like the virgin you're not!" Her voice was low and rough, and I realized the final humiliation she had suffered. She had made love to her fiancée and then he had jilted her on their wedding day. No wonder she was so twisted and was doing this to me. I stood there, in shock, as she slipped out of her gown. She was naked underneath it, and, as scared as I was, I couldn't help staring at her absolutely perfect body. Her fiancée must have been out of his mind to let her get away.
I kept staring at her as she walked back to the dresser and pulled out a harness that she strapped around her waist and groin. There was a realistic rubber cock attached to it, a huge one that must have been 9" long and 2" around. "Do you want to touch it, dear," she asked, and when I hesitated, she ordered, "I said touch it!" My hand moved involuntarily toward it, and I looked at the contrast of my red-tipped nails against the flesh-colored shaft. "Do you want to suck it dear?" she continued. "N...no," I answered, and she glared at me with a look of pure hatred.
"I said, `Suck it,' bitch, get down on your knees and suck it." I could barely move in the dress and corset, and she smacked my head, causing me to lose my balance and fall. She kicked me in the side with her black high-heel shoe, and I managed to maneuver myself into a kneeling position in front of her. She pressed the cock against my ruby-red lips, forced it into my mouth and down into my throat. I gagged at the invading cock, as she pumped it in and out of my throat. "I knew you'd like it, dear, once you got used to it. Just keep sucking it." I didn't know what else to do, so I followed her instructions, and when one of my fingers brushed against her clit, she let out a moan. I took that as a good sign, and continued to finger her as she kept pumping the rubber dick in and out of me. When she gave out a loud cry of orgasm, I had hope that the terrible ordeal would finally be over.
She withdrew the cock, and helped me to my feet. I said, "I'm so thirsty from your big cock, can I have something to drink?" "Why, of course, dear, you sucked me so well, I'll get you some water," she said. She went into the bathroom, and I greedily drank at the glass she handed me. And I realized it was not over yet, as the room turned black again.
When I awakened for the second time, I remembered immediately what had happened, and I was not as disturbed by my inability to move. But this time, no sound intruded, and as I regained the movement of my limbs, I looked down and realized that I was still dressed in the women's underthings, but that my arms were now tied to the bedposts with a pair of nylons. I struggled to try to free myself, but only succeeded in making the knots tighter. I lay there, helpless, for what seemed like an hour, until Mona, still wearing the false cock, returned. "You've learned almost all your lessons, Suzi, just one more to go."
She came up on the bed, and knelt between my stockinged legs. "Yes, just one more thing you need to be a real woman, Suzi, a cock to fill your virgin pussy! Do you want to make it nice and wet before it goes into you, dear?" she asked, moving up the bed and putting the tip to my lips. I knew that there was no stopping her, and that the only hope I had that this monster wouldn't tear me in two was if it were lubricated. I licked and licked, wetting it as much as possible, then she moved back down between my legs. "I think I should play with your little clitty while I fuck you, dear, you'll enjoy that so much." She pulled off my panties, and untied the ribbon that had imprisoned my cock. She bent down and licked it, and to my horror, I saw it spring fully erect. The sensations from the clothes I wore, and the sight of this beautiful woman sucking me made me totally forget the situation I was in, as my cock acted with a mind of its own! She continued rubbing it with her hand, and when I erupted in a giant climax, she spread the cum over the tip of her cock. "That's nice, dear, your pussy-juice has my cock all wet," she said, as she began to enter my virgin ass. The sphincter muscle tightened, and she told me to "relax, and enjoy it" with an evil chuckle. The cum-lubricated cock slipped further inside me, and I felt a searing burning pain as I was impaled on it. "That's not too bad, is it, dear?" she asked, as she began to stroke my own cock into another involuntary erection.
She pumped in and out of my ass, as every nerve-ending screamed with pain, then as I got more excited from her handjob, the pain mixed with pleasure, and I felt my head explode with a sensual experience unlike any I had ever felt before. I sobbed with the emotions that ran through my body, and when Mona withdrew from me, I lay there, still bound to the bed. As my sobs subsided, the exhaustion I felt from my ordeal, and the aftereffects of the drugs I had been given made me fall asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was untied, and the clothing I had been wearing had been exchanged for a white babydoll nightgown and matching panties. My ass was sore, but the feel of the silk sheets, and the nylon outfit I wore, seemed strangely comfortable and soothing. My wig was still in place, and I could feel the remnants of the makeup on my face. I felt used and abused inside though, as the shameful memories of what Mona had done to me replayed inside my head. Mona, I thought, you really did teach me what it was like to be harassed. Suddenly, I saw her standing in the doorway, looking at me. Her eyes were red, as though she had been crying. "I guess we had two different ideas in mind when I asked if you wanted to get into my panties, huh?" she asked ruefully. "I'm a little sorry about what I did, unloading my psychological baggage on you, but you really had a lesson coming." She tried to hold her composure, but broke down and began to weep.
I jumped out of bed, putting my arms around her, to try to comfort her. "Shush, it's alright, I did have it coming," I whispered, "I understand what you must have gone through, I'm sorry." She allowed me to help her into the bed, and I lay beside her, stroking her gently. I kept comforting her, and said, "not all guys are like that, he must have been sick to begin with, I'm so, so sorry that you had to go through all that." As I lay there, with this beautiful woman in my arms, I began to get excited, in spite of myself. I willed myself to control my hands, so that I wouldn't frighten her away. She moved closer to me, and as she snuggled against me, she felt my erection under my panties.
"Would you make love to me, gently," she asked, "I have to get the bad memories out of my head."
"Are you sure?" I asked, and, when she looked into my eyes and nodded `yes', I began to tenderly stroke her, feeling her excitement mount. I touched her perfect breasts, and her nipples hardened under my fingers. I moved down between her legs, and began to lick her gently, then more firmly as her hands pressed my still-wigged head against her sweet pussy. She came once, then again almost immediately, and she pulled me up next to her. "Will you come inside me now, and make love to me?" she begged, and I didn't even remove the panties that confined my cock, just pulled them down, and I slid my cock into her warm wet pussy. I moved gently in and out of her, feeling the suction of her tight hole around me. When I could hold back no longer, and she felt me coming inside her, she held me tight against her body, and whispered, "thank you, I...I love you."
We silently held each other for a long time, then she said, "I don't think I could have made love with you, if you weren't dressed like that. I was just hurt too badly by a man." I felt so close to her right then, that I said, "I don't care how I'm dressed when I make love to you. I just love you so much, that nothing else matters."The words that tumbled out shocked me, but as I thought about it, they began not to bother me at all. The feel of the silk sheets and the nylon gown felt wonderful against my body. I had the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms, and we loved each other.
"I'll give you back the pictures, and the ah...the video tape I made last night, Steve," she said, "I couldn't punish you any more." Video tape, I asked myself, and the hazy image of a tripod in the corner of the room as she dressed me in the wedding gown came back to my conscious. "But, I'm afraid I did one thing that you're going to be very angry about - I cut up all your clothes last night, I hated the sight of anything male so much that I just cut them to ribbons!"
I looked down at my nylon-covered body, feeling the strange sensations still running through my body, and asked her shyly, "D...do you maybe have a few things I could borrow to go home in?" She ran her hands over my babydoll, through my wig, then traced around my lipsticked mouth with one dainty finger. "Do you mean, girl-things?" she asked, and when I whispered back, "yes, girl-things," she smiled at me. "Does that mean that everything that happened last night wasn't totally terrible for you?"
"Last night, and this morning, dear sweet Mona, no everything wasn't terrible," I answered. "And if you can't make love to me if I'm dressed as a man, then I'll just have to dress however you want me to dress, because I know that I want to make love to you again." We got out of bed, showered, and Mona helped me get into pantyhose, a pink bra and panty set, an oversized sweater and a wraparound skirt. I slipped into a pair of flats, feeling somewhat disappointed that I wasn't wearing heels, and Mona applied makeup appropriate for daytime to my face. Looking at me in the mirror, she assured me that even my best friend wouldn't recognize me the way I now looked. As the now-familiar sensations from the women's clothes I wore ran through me, I knew that my life would be far different now from what it had been before.
And I was so right: I've moved in with Mona, and while I don't "dress" all the time, I do sometimes just for the heck of it and, of course, whenever we make love. Mona says she still is bothered by the thoughts of her earlier mistreatment, but sometimes I wonder if that's really true. | 2 |
2,015 | NEW AMMO | "Look, girl, you've got just two choices here. You can stop fighting and let me shoot you properly and neatly, or you can keep pissing me off and end up gut-shot and screaming. Now stop fucking around. You're the one who went and got herself sentenced to death, nobody else to blame but you."
The anger in his voice and the slap across her face finally quieted her down enough so he could finish securing her in place. She was naked, of course. Naked and tied to a horizontal pole that was placed at shoulder height. Her arms were spread out along it and were tied tightly to it. Rings in the floor held her feet still as she stood sobbing, head down and her long red hair falling over her face and smallish breasts. "Not such a bad little piece. Kind of sexy, too bad I've got to shoot her instead of just fucking her to death. Bet she'd be a good piece of ass."
With one last look, he walked away. "Should have read her history. Hell, I don't even know how old she is. Looks to be anywhere from fifteen to twenty or so. Wonder if she's a virgin?"
His mind's eye envisioned what she would look like as the new-style slug hit her. Thank God he was able to use a mount instead of having to hold the gun. This way, he wouldn't lose sight of her just as the bullet struck home. Otherwise, the recoil would deprive him of his favorite part of the job. He loved the split second when the living, breathing girl was transformed into a shattered ruin by his bullet. Soon, very soon.
The breech of the gun was open, waiting to be fed. The finger-sized round slid in, and he closed the bolt with a small snick. The laser sight came to life. Her downcast eyes noticed the bright red spot between her breasts, and once again, she started to scream and beg for her life. As he waited for her to quiet down, he thought about the new ammo he was using. Instead of being a hollow point or something like that, this stuff was supposed to be a lot better. It looked like a hollow point, but instead of being a solid piece that opened up, it was made of four separate parts. Four parts, with each piece connected to the other three by some kind of super-strong wire or strands. On impact, the parts would each move away from the others until the strands were tight. Then the pieces would continue through the body. But the wires were strong enough to slice through the soft organs like a cheese cutter. If it worked as well as promised, it would just destroy everything in its path.
She was tiring and slowly realizing that she was going to die. They always did, sooner or later. He waited, the safety off and the trigger release in his hand. He had time to wait for the second when she would stop and look up at him. It might take a few minutes, but she would. She would look him in the eye and just stand there, waiting. Waiting for the shot that would kill her.
"Come on, honey. Get over it. It's time, and you know it. There, now look at me, come on. Yes, such pretty green eyes. Are you ready? Time's up."
KABOOM! The new ammo exploded in the gun, launching the four-part slug on its way.
It was always odd how time seemed to change at this moment. It was as if he could watch in slow motion. For just a split second, he thought he could see everything as it happened. The burst of red as the hole appeared between the breasts. His mind saw the slug split, the wires spring tight, the flesh part as the wire slashed through like a sharp knife. Her heart and lungs sliced and diced and blasted. The great blood vessels parted. The splinters of bone adding their own destruction to the mess her chest was becoming. Then the wires dug into the spine. Not strong enough to cut the bone on the spine, they were more than enough to sever the cord before they broke and allowed the pieces to exit her back in a spray of blood and tissue.
The slender body was pushed back until the bindings on her ankles stopped her from going any further. It then recoiled toward him, and time resumed its normal pace. Deprived of blood and oxygen, her brain tried to live, but it was doomed. Somehow, she managed to lift her head just a bit. He hoped for one last look at those eyes and was rewarded. For an instant, they were joined. An instant he would always remember as one of the best things ever. An instant that held her last vision and her last thought.
Then it was over. She was just hanging from her bindings, no longer scared to die. Just hanging, waiting for the last indignity. He knew it was a wasted effort even as he did it, but it was part of the job. The sharp knife effortlessly opened her throat as he made sure she was dead. It then cut her bindings, and the thing that once had been a living girl fell to the blood-stained floor to be cleaned up with the rest of the mess. "Damn, that's some good shit. Made a hell of a mess."
-- Post Mortem Results On The First Use Of Tethered Slugs For Execution --
I am pleased to report that the tethered projectile has more than lived up to expectations. The first look report from the executioner was very favorable; he reported almost instant death with no blood flow following the severing of the neck arteries. He also noted indications of extreme energy transfer with the impact.
The post-mortem examination showed the following:
1. A single large entrance wound with evidence showing the separation of the four pieces upon impact.
2. Full separation within two inches of penetration.
3. Four wide wound channels from the separated sections.
4. The six tethers inflicted massive damage to whatever they encountered, for example, the heart was cut into five pieces, and the sections of the lungs within the area covered were excised neatly. There was also severe damage to the aortic arch and other blood vessels.
5. The tethers failed only upon impact with bone, but even then managed to sever the spinal cord before failing.
6. There were four large exit wounds in the back.
7. Secondary damage was noted from bone fragments typical of powerful slugs striking bone, in this case, the breastbone.
8. A large amount of pooled blood in the chest cavity.
9. Some indication of whip damage from the tethers as they failed.
It is concluded that the first report was correct in all aspects:
1. Death was almost instantaneous.
2. There was a large energy dump upon impact with the normal effects associated with such a dump.
3. The total damages from the tethered slug are noticeably greater than that of several normal rounds.
4. While the cost per round is several times greater with the tethered slug, it is felt the savings in labor and the reduction in weapons will more than cover the difference.
Recommendations:
1. The 12-gauge tethered slug be adopted as the standard load for executions by gunfire.
2. In view of the effectiveness of this ammo, the throat-cutting to ensure death should be used only in cases where the executioner has doubts about bullet placement or other factors that may have led to less than optimal results.
3. Further improvements in the tethers should be pursued, perhaps increasing the length or making them strong enough to overcome bones.
4. Notwithstanding recommendation #3, the development team is to be commended on a very nice piece of work. They have added a new capability to our arsenal. | 1 |
2,068 | The Execution of Kim Cho | "Kim Cho, you have been found guilty of the crime of drug smuggling. The law provides only one sentence for this crime, but allows me wide latitude in the way the sentence is carried out. Therefore, it is my judgment that you be taken from this court and transported to whatever place of execution the proper authorities deem proper, and there you be put to death by strangulation while naked. Such is the law, let it be enforced as soon as possible. May whatever god you worship have mercy upon you. Take her away."
With these words, Kim's doom was sealed. She was stripped before leaving the court and, wearing only chains, she was led out the front entrance of the building. The people in the street stared at the nude girl, and a few made comments supporting her sentence without knowing even what crime she had been found guilty of. A naked person in chains could only be a condemned criminal. Instead of being given a ride to wherever she was going to be killed, she was led staggering across the street to a small park. As a crowd gathered, she was seated in a low-backed wooden chair that was firmly staked to the ground.
Her arms were tightly bound to the arms of the chair, and her chains were removed. Tied as she was, the only thing Kim could do to salvage a small amount of modesty was to keep her legs firmly together and close her eyes. Somewhere, there was a rustle of paper. Then a loud voice-
"This person is named Kim Cho. She has been found guilty of the crime of drug smuggling. For this crime, she has been sentenced to death by strangulation. Now witness the carrying out of the sentence. See the results of committing such a crime and know that all who commit crimes will earn a similar fate."
Kim could feel all the eyes upon her. There was a sound behind her, steps. Then a cord was placed around her neck. She winced away from the deadly touch, but there was nowhere to go. However, instead of the killing pressure on her neck, there was more words and a wait. Whoever was speaking to the crowd was urging more people to stop and watch. It was quite a tableau - a young woman not even out of her teens, tied naked in a chair in the middle of a city park. She was good-looking, pretty even with small proud breasts, tiny waist, slender hips topping shapely legs. Then, all of a sudden, it was quiet.
At a signal she missed, the killing began. The cord was drawn tightly around her slim throat. The fight for life had started. Straining for any air at all, she was rewarded with small amounts of it. The pain was terrible, but she could still breathe. Forgotten was her concern over modesty. Her legs kicked and lifted her ass from the seat of the chair as she battled for her life. Those watching were getting one hell of a show. With the frantic movements of her legs, her pussy was being exposed to any who were in a place to see it. It was winking open and shut as her ass bounced in the chair. Her legs would pull her ass up and out, and then slam it back into the chair. The small tits heaved and shook with each try for air. Unable to scream in her agony, she instead gasped and gurgled. The man pulling on the cord was following his orders to make her suffer as much and as long as he could.
Blood dripped from her arms as the bonds cut into her flesh, restraining her. More blood leaked from her mouth and nose. She was dying and knew it. Still, she fought the inevitable, but she was weakening. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and the frantic movements slowed. Finally, she went limp, the cord had won. Now it was pulled tighter, forever closing her throat. She lost control of her bladder and bowels. Her body no longer had the firmness it had in life. Although her heart still beat, she was dead. Once more, the deadly cord was pulled still tighter and was then tied off to finish the killing. Those close to her could see the pulse in her neck as the blood tried to find a way to get past the closed-off vessels. Then it too slowed and stopped as the heart stopped beating and started just quivering as it too died.
The body was untied from the chair and left on the ground until darkness came. Left to the crowd with just a single bored guard watching over it. That night, she was taken away to be disposed of, just like so much garbage. | 5 |
2,133 | Revenge of the Nerd | "Morning, Di. Haven't seen you since high school, right? Seems like only yesterday, doesn't it?" I wandered into her house while she just stood there. She was still thin, blonde, and stacked. The young teen girl in the other room looked to be a carbon copy of her in a few years. My plan was working so far. Not that I ever had any doubts about it. Still, it's nice to have things go according to plan. Perhaps I should explain.
I was a nerd in school, with only a few friends [most of them as big losers as I was], and I got picked on a lot. Sound familiar? Every school has kids like that. Anyway, Di was one of the golden girls - cheerleader, class treasurer, student council, the whole thing. Her boyfriend [husband now] was the male version of her. Ever notice how some people who have it all need to still kick around those less favored by fate? Well, Di was very good at it. Hence my being here.
After graduation, I said the hell with it and joined the army. Turned out I was good at it too. Ended up in the Special Forces. Of course, they were taking anybody with the guts to make it in because of the war. What war, you ask? The well-known Southeast Asian War Games, the Nam, the war to stop the dominos. I spent most of my year in an A-team up in the mountains. Then, just as I was getting short, the company [read CIA] asked to borrow me for a while. It sounded like fun, so I extended for six months and went native. Ended up as an advisor to a 'yard tribe way back of beyond.
Now, the 'yards were the first people to live in the area but had been pushed back into the jungle by later settlers. They live real primitive but have a lot of knowledge, stuff outsiders never hear about. Not to brag, but we were able to kick some serious commie ass. I mean, those 'yards were some bad mother fuckers to mix with in their jungle. Mr. Charles soon learned to leave us alone. So there I was, the only white man for a long way, had a pretty girl to keep house for me [and other pleasures too], but not much to do. We had the area so quiet that the spooks asked me to sort of make it permanent. I had no problem as long as I could do things my way, so what the hell, I stayed. Led to interesting things.
In 'yard society, there were three important people: the chief, the eldest woman still functioning, and the shaman. There were others like the war chief [me at the time] and those on the council. I got to know the shaman real well [it was his daughter sleeping with me], and somehow I ended up as his apprentice. Most of what he taught me was basically worthless outside of the jungle. Most of it, but not all. I learned one art that I use to this day. I'm maybe the only non-'yard that was ever told about, much less taught, the art of nuk-ab-di. The words are meaningless even in their language, and there is no translation for the name. I believe it is left over from some dead tongue. Not important anyway.
Nuk-ab-di is the art of controlling another person's thoughts and actions. I could teach it, but I can't explain it with words. Within a couple of hundred feet, I can literally take over your thoughts and make you do anything at all. There are limits on how many people I can control at once, however. I can take one or two people under complete control, or I can influence up to maybe twenty if all I want to do is something simple. In-between, it sort of slides. I've managed to get quite rich with it and have a very successful security and "research" business. Think about it, I can make anybody tell me anything. Ever been to a big game where a star player just does something that loses the game against all the odds? Maybe I was in the stands and had money riding on the underdogs.
But enough about something you do not believe in anyway. The three of us were having a very nice talk. You know, about school and all that crap. To a person listening in, it would have sounded like two old friends reliving old times with a kid listening in and asking the odd question from time to time. However, while we were talking, I had the kid doing a very nice strip tease dance. She was damn good-looking too. Nice tits, not too big yet but with that perky bounce only the young have. Cute little bush [blonde] over a pussy that was still just a slit in her smooth skin. By the time she was done with the dance, I had her mom talking about her sex life from the first kiss until the present. Turned out she was not the hot momma everyone had thought. Had never had an orgasm except from doing herself. Hubby was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type. Kind of funny to think about it. She had driven the boys nuts in school with her cock-teasing ways, and now she's the one that needs and wants without relief.
It didn't take long before we all were naked. The teen and I sat and watched as mom played with some toys I brought with me. I also got to enjoy the soft, smooth skin covering her young body, all the skin, inside too. Di still had a nice rack, even if it did droop a bit. She was fuller in the butt than I remembered, but I knew I would enjoy her just fine when the time came. I let Di keep on playing, but had her watch as I took her daughter's cherry. From that point on, the girl just went crazy with passion. I made sure she enjoyed everything. I took her cherry, I came in her mouth, and I butt-fucked her. The spray in her cute little ass actually knocked her out as I came. I finished cumming in the warm hole before pulling out and letting her sleep it off. Mom got to lick me clean [I had no intention of kissing the bitch anyway] while I just fulfilled my long-held fantasies of playing with her body. I never liked her, but I always wanted her. Now she was mine.
Her cleaning became a pretty good blow job that soon had me hard once more. I made myself wait. Instead of just jumping on and fucking her, I got to stick other things inside her. I did not force the passion on either one of them. All I did was remove any reservations they had so they could let their bodies take over. Turned out Di loved anything that vibrated stuck anywhere, and two was a lot better than one. When I did plug into her, she was a wet mess with a vibrating butt plug in her asshole. Damn near fell in. Anyway, she just plain went goofy on me. I just held on and let her work. I sensed she was nearing her first-ever fucking orgasm and timed mine to hers. Thought I was going to be deaf in my left ear from her screams. Thank god there were no close neighbors; we'd have had the cops there for sure.
Once more, I got cleaned off by a pair of lips [daughter's this time, she'd come to and had caught the last part of the show] while we both caught our breaths. I really needed a break by now, so I had them play with each other. Nothing like a mother-daughter sex show to raise the dead. They both came as they sixty-nined, but it only spurred them on. Since mom was on top, I knelt behind her as they started up again. Her ass was just as tight as the kid's, and I popped into it, accompanied by a little squeal of surprise from Di as her virgin asshole was violated. Even with all the exercise I'd already had, the feel of being in her butt and the sight of the two bodies below me as they writhed in passion soon had me going like a teenager. Too bad I was a bit short on cum to bathe her with, but one cannot have everything. Still, there was enough to give her one last big "O".
I managed to get most of it on tape, even though I had to wear a mask. You never know when something like that might come in handy. And I said one last big "O" because I was not quite done getting even. I can leave commands that will last as long as I wish them to. I figured I'd leave some troubles behind me for them. First, I allowed them to remember what had happened as a very vivid dream, one so real they would always wonder if it had been real or not. Second, I basically turned the daughter into a slut. She became so desperate for another orgasm she'd fuck anybody, male or female, black, white or green, horse or dog. She had already become just as big a tease as her mother, so I figured it was time she delivered on the promises. Last, I made Di just as needy but took away her ability to achieve the orgasms she wanted so badly. I could just see her driving hubby crazy in bed at night. She would no longer accept his quickies as good enough, but his best efforts would still fall short.
I foresaw lots of fireworks. Affairs with both men and women, lots of masturbation both alone and in company, and maybe even incest. Should be interesting. I did feel guilty about the kid though. After all, it's not her fault she had assholes for parents. Maybe I would stop by for a visit sometime in the future. You know, check on just how things worked out and maybe to straighten her out. Maybe. | 2 |
2,140 | SIN diary | "Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession. My sins have been those of the flesh. I have felt sinful yearnings, I have let my brother touch those places that are supposed to be private, and I have touched myself in those same places in an effort to find pleasure."
"And did you find pleasure, my daughter? Were the touches the answer to your body's wants? Or do you still seek to fulfill them?"
"Oh Father, my body still cries out for things that I do not understand. Ever since my breasts have begun to fill and my periods have come, I am consumed by desires and needs that I cannot meet. What it wants is sinful, and I fear that I am helpless."
"Daughter, what you describe is normal in a girl your age. Your body is changing and preparing for the day when you will become a wife and mother. While answering these needs out of wedlock is a sin, there are ways to reduce the seriousness of the sin in God's eyes. If you truly cannot resist the desires, He will understand. He doesn't give us more than we can handle."
"What should I do, Father? I cannot stand much more or I will burst."
"Well, my child, there are things that you must not do. For instance, just what did you allow your brother to do to you? Let us discuss the things that you must avoid, and then maybe I can show you a safer path."
"Father, I let him touch my breasts, kiss them, and suck on them like a child. I let him touch my vulva, he tried to stick his finger in it but it hurt too much. He offered to kiss it and make it feel better, but I did not let him. Still, he rubbed it, and it did feel good. So good I didn't want him to stop, but we had to because Mom came home."
"Have you let any others touch you in this manner?"
"No, Father, I have not. But I have often wished for it and have done it to myself."
"And did it feel good when you did it?"
"Oh yes. Not as good as when he did it, but still better than nothing. I'm just left wanting more though, almost like there's more to be had and I want it."
"Listen to me now. Touching yourself in that manner is only a minor sin and easily forgiven, but letting your brother do such things to you is very serious. Indeed, it risks your very soul. I beg and order you not to allow such things again. Someday, when you are older and find your love, you may allow such behavior, and the church will forgive you if you do not wait for marriage, but never with your brother and never just for fun with one who doesn't love you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do, Father. But what do I do about these feelings that are driving me wild? I cannot sleep, I think about them at school, and the nuns have noticed that something is wrong, that my grades are falling. Father, I need help."
"Well, daughter, there are things that will help. Come to my quarters after school, and I will help you deal with your needs. I will show you a whole new world that will delight and amaze you. You will learn how to answer your young body's cravings. However, what I teach you must remain under the seal of the confessional for all time. You can never tell anybody of it. To do so will condemn you to hell for all time, so think carefully first."
"I must have relief, and I will do anything, Father. I will be there at three-thirty."
"Fine then. I will call your parents and let them know, and I'll give you a ride home after. Bless you, my daughter. I will not give you any penance for now because you have come to seek my help, and because God understands the needs of young girls. After all, He made them, and He, in His wisdom, has given His servants the means to meet them. His ways are wondrous. Go now, and I will see you later."
"Thank you, Father, I will." | 1 |
2,210 | Clayton's Children - Moving Pictures | "Daddy?" My little girl's voice interrupts my attempts to get the characters in my current novel to behave and follow the plot I've mapped out for them.
"Yes, honey?" I say, turning my chair to face the door.
"Can I borrow the video camera so I can tape my party?" she pleads winsomely. "I promise I'll be real careful with it."
"Well, I don't know," I reply. "It's very expensive. Maybe I should tape it for you."
"But you promised me no boys," she says, "And you've let me use it before."
"That was different, I was with you then."
"But I'm older now," she argues. "I promise we'll be real, real careful."
"Okay, honey," I say, relenting. Rising from my seat, I get the camera in its case out of the cupboard and quickly run through the do's and don'ts before handing it over to her.
With a squealed "Thank you" and a bubble gum-flavored kiss, she starts to scamper off, and then abruptly slows to a sedate walk as she remembers her burden.
Smiling to myself, I watch her leave my office. Tonight was the night of my little girl's first official slumber party. She'd turned eight two days earlier, and I'd finally agreed, after two weeks of begging, that she could have her three best friends sleep over for the entire weekend in lieu of a party. Two hours earlier, three mothers had deposited three little girls on my doorstep, and with mocking references to my bravery, they'd departed for a kid-free weekend of ski slopes and ski instructors named Lars and Sven.
I too questioned my sanity in allowing the weekend-long sleepover. On her own, Cindy often proved to be more than a handful for me. One little girl multiplied by four had the potential to be very interesting in the same sense as the Arabic curse, "May you live in interesting times." Still, I felt that I had them more or less committed to reasonably good behavior, with my threat to camp in their midst for the remainder of the weekend if they let themselves get too far out of control.
Listening to the distant sounds of their childish Hollywood aspirations, I turn back to my computer and immerse myself in dragging my recalcitrant novel back on track.
***
I don't know what time their party broke up during the night, because after my daughter's departure with the camera, my muse smiled upon me, and I was only peripherally aware of the occasional squeals, shrieks, and peals of laughter coming from the other end of the house as I pounded out nearly fifteen thousand words of prose over the next eight hours or so. When exhaustion finally drove me to seek my bed, there was only silence, and when I looked in on them, they were fast asleep, cocooned in their sleeping bags.
When I finally awaken late the next morning, I'm greeted by a continuation of the same silence, and when I make my way to the kitchen for a badly needed caffeine hit, I discover a note telling me that they have gone down to the beach to collect shells and that they would be back in time for lunch.
I guess there's still a bit of naughty little boy left in me, because instead of returning to the parts of the house not ruled off-limits to my male presence, I tiptoe into their inner sanctum, feeling much the same guilty thrill I'd felt as a small boy when I'd ventured into the girls' toilets at school on a dare. The room more commonly known as the rumpus room currently bears a strong resemblance to the girls' wear department of a chain store, *after* being struck by a cyclone. What appears to be at least twenty complete changes of clothing is strewn in piles about the room. Just as it had been when I'd looked in a few hours earlier, all of the furniture is pushed back against the walls, leaving a large cleared area in the middle of the room. Two blue, a red, and a green sleeping bag are screwed up in balls on the sofa, and nearby are four collapsed bags with various items of intimate apparel spilling out of them.
Near the TV is a small table, and on top of it is my camera, connected by cables to the back of the television. Immediately, I start wondering what images of childhood innocence might be on the tape inside it.
The first thing that I discover is that they have completely drained both battery packs, but it doesn't take me long to connect up the AC adapter. I also plug in the charger and put the spare pack on charge as well. I then settle back with the detachable remote and my cup of coffee for a voyeuristic peek at an epochal event in my little girl's childhood.
The beginning of the tape is much as anyone might expect. Three giggling little girls clowning around before the camera: assuming exaggeratedly sexy poses, pushing and shoving each other, and singing along and dancing to a raucous selection of popular CDs.
I'm not exactly pleased to discover that possession of the camera is fairly evenly shared amongst all four girls. However, they all seem to handle it reasonably competently, and as they say: 'The proof is in the pudding,' and the camera had obviously survived the evening unscathed.
After about five minutes of general tomfoolery, their activity changes to a fashion show. With the girls one by one parading down the middle of the room in the various outfits now strewn around me. My little girl Zoe leads the parade, dressed in a short pleated wrap-around skirt and a simple white t-shirt.
Tiny seven-and-a-half-year-old Mary follows her, wearing one of Zoe's old 'Sunday best' outfits from two years ago, a pink and white confection of frills and lace, lacking only a huge lollipop to complete her ensemble.
Then Sally, or Stretch as her friends have taken to calling her since a recent growth spurt left her towering over the tallest of the other three, Zoe, by more than half a head, and head and shoulders over Mary. Her outfit is a floor-length black sheath dress, with enormous flowing sleeves. Her long black hair and winter pallor makes her a dead ringer for a young Morticia Addams.
The last girl, Samantha, self-consciously walks towards the camera wearing a pair of tight white shorts and a tight purple crop top that leaves her slightly bulging midriff bare. Much to my surprise, I see that the little girl, barely three months older than my own little one, is sporting a well-developed pair of boobs, easily large enough to each fill an eggcup. Much of their prominence is, I suspect, due to her somewhat plump figure, but I can't help but imagine that some of it is real.
More outfits follow, many of them totally unsuited to the season: little sundresses; short skirts; t-shirts and thin blouses; shorts and the like, and where their attire is more suited to the cold weather, it tends towards skin-tight. All in all, a slightly naughty display of preteen pulchritude which has me smiling with paternal indulgence, even as I make a mental note to pay more attention to what my little girl is wearing when she next leaves the house.
Gradually the outfits get a little tighter and more revealing. Sally, it turns out, also has the beginnings of a tiny set of boobs, and given her utter lack of fat anywhere else on her body, there is no doubting that they are the real thing. With a fatherly sigh, I wonder at the speed with which little girls seem to develop these days.At around their third or fourth change of clothing, the first bathing suit appears, and I realize that they had planned their little fashion parade as an integral part of their weekend. Again, my little birthday girl is first, wearing last year's bathing suit. I notice that they are starting to get a little tight on her, showing off the shape of her little cunny mound with just a little too much definition to be quite decent. I add another mental note to buy her a replacement when the warmer weather rolls around.
Mary's suit still fits her well enough, though it is of a surprisingly mature cut for such a little girl. It is a one-piece, pure white in color, with leg openings that rise to where her waist would be if she had one at the sides, and with a deeply plunging neckline.
Sally's suit is a fairly modest and unremarkable green and blue bikini, though something strikes me as odd. The top is very much like a crop top, the bottom edge crossing her chest and passing under her arms only a little above the bottom of her breastbone, and the bottoms cut across her tummy just a few centimeters below the slit of her belly button. However, it does fit her tightly enough to reveal a very prominent cunny mound that bulges well forward of the flat plane of her tummy, and I suddenly realize what it was that I found odd about her suit. With the waistband as high as it is, there are several centimeters of fabric covering her tummy above her jutting mons, and that causes it to be accentuated far more than if she'd been wearing a briefer suit that cut across her body at hip level. And the broad expanses of stretch fabric covering her chest have much the same effect, making it very clear that a pair of tiny boobies have begun to sprout underneath. If she'd been older, I would have thought it deliberate, but given her age, I just assumed her mother had made a poor choice, even as I mentally thanked her for that poor choice.
Samantha's suit proves to be entirely unremarkable, but to my eyes, it is still delightfully sexy. It is made of rather heavy fabric and cut in the style called boy leg, the bottoms like tight shorts that cover her from just below her navel to a few centimeters below her crotch. The top is like Sally's but more so, covering her chest from the hollow at the base of her throat to the bottom of her ribs, leaving just a few centimeters of bare skin exposed around her middle, and it fits her snugly enough to all but flatten her baby fat boobs.
From bathing suits, they return to everyday clothing, but they are far more aggressive in their presentation, twirling and lifting their skirts high enough to reveal flashes of pink, white, and yellow beneath. Sally struts towards the camera in a skirt so short that it barely covers her pink knickers, and occasionally it fails to do so. I hear my daughter's naughty giggle, and the viewpoint of the camera drops to below the level of the bottom of Sally's skirt, and zooms in to capture a tight shot of her well-filled pink knickers. "I can see right up your skirt," I hear my daughter naughtily announce.
Instead of being embarrassed as she might have been in mixed company, Sally just laughs and lifts the front of her skirt to show off the entire bulging front of her knickers. "Can you see them better now?" she asks naughtily. She then turns her back to the camera and bends over to look back between her knees, the hem of her skirt rising so high as to reveal almost all of her skinny rump. "How about this?" she giggles.
Suddenly, the picture on the screen jounces and whirls as Zoe stands and moves towards her friend. I hear a short shriek from Sally, and when the picture stabilizes, I see that my naughty daughter has given her friend a wedgie. Now most of the back of Sally's knickers are hidden inside her butt crack, and her bony backside fills most of the screen before me. What isn't bony is the thick sausage-like bulge of her cunny lips that protrudes between the tops of her skinny thighs.
"Jeez, your cunny really sticks out," Samantha giggles from off-camera with an edge of nervousness.
"You're telling me," I chuckle to myself as I adjust my rapidly hardening member to a more comfortable position.
Giggling Sally stands up, and the view cuts to Samantha in a daffodil yellow pleated wrap-around skirt over a pair of day-glo green pedal pushers. However, it would appear that the skirt belongs to little Mary, as there is so little overlap that the green of her bike shorts repeatedly flashes through. On top, she is wearing a tiny bikini top that last graced my daughter's torso some two years ago. I wonder how on Earth she had managed to get it tied around her body. A moment later, the secret is revealed when she turns, and I see the glint of a safety pin joining the two ends of the strap across her back.
Like Sally, she bends at the waist, causing the back of her skirt to lift up over her bottom. However, very much unlike Sally's bottom, Sam's is very full and round. Her pedal pushers have also ridden deep into her butt crack, forcing her buns apart and showing them off in stark relief. From the lack of lines beneath the fabric, it is obvious that nothing lies beneath her shorts but a deliciously plump little girl.
I'm somewhat surprised to discover, though, that given the amount of body fat elsewhere on her body, her cunny is all but invisible when viewed from behind like this, with only the faintest hint of a depression in the fabric continuing below the very obvious crease between her buttocks.
As Sam straightens, a hand which I presume to be Sally's appears, and I hear the sound of ripping Velcro as she whips the skirt from around Sam's hips. Sam whirls with a laughing shriek, and two cute little rolls of tummy fat come into view above the tight waistband of her bike shorts, which cuts across her belly just below her navel. And starting just a few centimeters below the waistband, I discover the reason for her lack of rearward-facing cunny. Almost all of it is right out in front. It doesn't bulge outwards like Sally's, but more or less follows the lines of her tummy. However, running down the middle is a deep and very well-defined crease that begins at about the same height as her hips. Less prominent, but still well-defined, are a pair of matching creases that angle inwards from the same height, all three creases coming together and joining with the line where her thighs are pressed together, giving a strong impression of the peace symbol of the flower power era without its surrounding circle.
Sally pushes in beside her friend and again lifts the front of her skirt to show off her bulging cunny mound. "Mine might stick out," she says, "but yours isn't exactly tiny."
"I know," Sam says, sounding rueful. "That's why my mum makes me wear those dorky bathers and undies. I can't even wear a proper one-piece because the lining doesn't come up far enough."
"Yeah, your mum is so twentieth century," Sally says. "My mum's pretty cool. She even helped me pick out my bathers so I could really show off my cunny. And the top's just as good now that I'm getting boobs."
"Well, well, well," I muse quietly. "So it wasn't a poor choice after all, but a deliberate one."
"Come on," Sally says. "Let's see how you look in my bathers."
The screen flickers, and re-stabilizes on Sam now in Sally's suit. Of course, it's somewhat too small for her thicker frame, and a fairly large roll of fat billows over the waistband, but at the same time, the tightness of the fabric ensures that her cunny is well displayed. Very well displayed. I ease my hand into the waistband of my sweats and slowly stroke my throbbing meat.
"That top looks pretty dorky," I hear Sam say in a slightly strained voice. "Take it off."
"No way!" Sam squeaks.
"Aw, come on," Sally giggles, again sounding a little funny. "No one's gonna see except us. I think you'll look cool topless, and you're the only one that's got something to show off."
"You have too," Sam says.
"Only if I'm wearing something," Sally says. "Otherwise you can hardly see them. Mum reckons they don't even count as bee stings yet. Come on, Sam, show us your tits."
"Yeah, show us your tits," my daughter says, her giggling making the picture shake.
"Show us your tits. Show us your tits," Sally, Zoe, and Mary chant in unison.
"Oh, all right," Sam giggles embarrassedly and turns her back to the camera. Struggling a little, she reaches behind her back and releases the safety pin holding her top in place, and she pulls the top over her head and throws it aside.
"Show us your tits. Show us your tits," her friends continue to chant.
With her flush extending well below her shoulders, Sam turns back to face the camera, her hands cupped protectively over her young titty mounds. As her friends continue to chant, she quickly lifts the fingers of one hand, revealing a fleeting glimpse of a little pink-capped cone, and then as she covers herself on that side, she uncovers the other for a brief moment. Back and forth, she flashes one tiny titty and then the other, and then she flashes them in unison several times before finally dropping her hands away.
Finally, I can get a proper look at them, and I have to readjust my earlier estimation that they were only baby fat boobs.For sure, a fair amount of their prominence is due to baby fat, but by no means all. Her areolae, whilst still childishly pink, are a good three centimetres across and have a slightly rounded profile in addition to the conical mounds rising beneath them. The nipples centered in them have also expanded proportionately to about half of their full adult size.
"Come on, Sally," Sam says. "It's your turn to strut your stuff."
The moment Sally appears on screen, the reason for the strain in her voice becomes painfully evident. Somehow or other, she has managed to shoehorn her long, lanky body into Mary's little white bathing suit, and the result is a sight to behold. The shoulder straps cut deep into the minimal amount of flesh above her collarbones, and her hard little titties have met their match beneath the suit's super-tight fabric, with only the tiniest of bumps to indicate the location of her nipples. I can count every one of her ribs beneath the strained cloth, and at the side, the leg openings rise well above the level of her waist.
But what really draws my eyes is her oversized cunny. Even beneath the overstrained cloth of Mary's suit, it manages to jut out defiantly, though even it cannot entirely resist the forces upon it. Stretched as it is, about half of the suit's crotch has forced its way into Sally's cunny slit, pushing the lips apart and leaving a broad strip of flushed pink labia visible on either side. As I continue to take in the details of her eight-and-a-half-year-old cunny, I realise that a semi-cylindrical ridge fills much of the top half of the wide gap between her half-crushed cunny lips. "God!" I breathe, "Is that a clit or a bloody cock?"
"Jeez, this bloody thing's cutting me in half," Sally complains, forcing a finger beneath the suit's gusset and tugging on it in a basically futile attempt to relieve some of the strain. All that she achieves is to cause the rest of the cloth to bunch up in her slit. For a few moments, the flesh of her labia is stark white where the suit has pressed on them, but they quickly darken as her blood makes its way back to the surface.
"Shit, it's no good," she says, removing her finger. Her hands struggle to work the straps over the points of her shoulders and down her arms. When she has worked her arms free, she pauses to vigorously rub her little titties. "God, my tits are itchy," she cries. A few moments later, she takes her hands away and resumes peeling the too-tight suit from her body.
Her newly budded titties are perhaps a fraction smaller than Sam's, but due to her colouration, are far darker and are already the colour of milk chocolate, despite her youth.
Suddenly, she pauses with the suit bunched up around her waist and looks up into the camera. "Are you going to point that thing somewhere else?" she asks acerbically.
"Nope," my daughter giggles. "Would you?"
"Probably not," Sally admits with a grin and pushes the suit down her legs to the floor.
Straightening, she puts her hands on her hips and thrusts her cunny towards the camera. Faint red lines bisect each of her cunny lips, showing where the legbands of the suit had pressed into them. Even though they appear to have returned to their normal shape, there is still a significant gap between her labia where they are forced apart by the thick ridge of her incredible clit.
"God, is that your magic button?" I hear Zoe ask in awed tones as she zooms in until her friend's cunny fills the screen.
"My clit, you mean?" Sally asks, her fingers appearing to peel her cunny lips apart to better show it off to the camera. And with her fingers in the picture, I'm able to see that her clitoral ridge is very nearly as thick as her little finger and almost as long as the first two joints.
"Is that what it's called?" Zoe asks, "How come I've never seen it before?"
"Actually, the proper name is clitoris," Sally says, "Clit's just for short." She giggles. "And it's definitely magic. And you've never seen it before, because I don't usually have something two sizes too small rubbing on it and making it big. But this is nothing, you should see it when it gets really riled up."
"How come it's magic?" Mary asks, the back of her head suddenly filling the screen as she leans in to take a look.
The camera draws back to encompass all three girls.
"Because it is," Sally says. "Don't you ever touch your cunny?"
"Only when I wash it and stuff," Mary admits, "Mummy says it's dirty."
"That's rich coming from a world champion rug muncher like her," Sally says.
"What?"
'WHAT!!!!?' my thought echoes Mary's, though in my case it's incredulity rather than confusion. Suddenly, I wonder if Lars and Sven figured much at all in their mothers' weekend plans.
"Uh, never mind," Sally says hastily, "Anyway, she's wrong. It's only dirty if you let it get dirty, same as anyplace else. Come on, I'll show you."
Sally leads the way over to the couch and shoves clothing and bags aside to clear a space for her to sit. However, she does not sit in any approved ladylike fashion. She sits with her bum almost on the edge of the cushion and reclines with her shoulders against the back of her couch just above where it meets the cushions. She then lifts her feet so that her heels are almost touching her bottom on either side, presenting her cunny in almost the lewdest fashion possible. A moment later, she disposes of the 'almost'.
Reaching between her ankles and her bum, she uses her fingers to pull her cunny wide open, revealing the somewhat diminished, but still remarkable length of her clitoral ridge, two thin inner lips, and a wide, dark hole that has obviously played host to more than her finger.
Recklessly, I push my sweats down my legs to expose my cock and slowly pump my fist up and down its length as I feast my eyes on the mouthwatering image filling my TV screen.
"Damn," Sally suddenly says, "I don't have enough hands. Sam, will you help me?"
"Me?" Sam asks, "What do you want me to do?"
"Just hold one side so I can point," Sally replies.
"Uh, I'm not sure I want to," Sam mumbles uncomfortably.
"Sheesh! It's not like I'm not asking you to lick it or anything," Sally says exasperatedly.
"I'll do it," my little girl volunteers, "Here, Sam, you hold the camera."
The view jiggles as the camera changes hands, and a moment later, my little girl crouches on the floor in front of Sally's left foot. "Show me where to hold it," she asks.
"Just like I'm doing," Sally replies, taking away her left hand. A trifle hesitantly, Zoe's takes its place, but her grip is so tentative that Sally's fat cunny lip barely moves as Zoe pulls her fingers back. "Sheesh, it's not going to bite you," Sally says, grabbing her wrist and pushing, "Get a proper grip."
"It's all wet," Mary says distastefully, "Is it pee?"
"Nah," Sally laughs, "That's cunny juice. It makes everything slippery so a bloke can stick his cock in there when he fucks you."
"Have you done that already?" Zoe asks incredulously. "Your hole's heaps bigger than mine."
"Not yet," Sally says, "But I've been practicing." She suddenly grins broadly, "Maybe I'll crawl in bed with your dad later and give the real thing a try."
"WHAT!!!!?" I explode, letting go of my prick, which suddenly threatens to go off like a roman candle.
"YOU WOULDN'T!" my little girl cries out.
"Only because he's so straight," Sally says, "If I was sure he'd go for it and not kick up a stink, I'd be in like a shot." She giggles, "Maybe that should be the other way around. He'd be in me like a shot."
Obviously, I'd been more successful than I'd dared hope in concealing my predilections. Shit, if she only knew. I dreamed of girls as willing and eager as Sally appeared to be, However, dreams were one thing, reality was another. Tonight I would be locking my door.
"Maybe you'd be surprised," my little girl says, "He looks at my undies all the time when it's just me and him." Oops, obviously I hadn't been as careful there.
"Really?" Sally asks, "Maybe I will pay him that visit after all."
"Not without me you won't," Zoe declares. I'll definitely be locking my door tonight, and every night from now on.
"Now that idea has possibilities," Sally giggles, "But I think we'd better concentrate on showing Mary what's what. Now open up my cunny again."
"Wow, it's a lot smaller now," Sam mumbles.
"My clit?" Sally asks, and goes on without waiting for an answer, "Don't worry, it'll soon wake up when I give it a tickle. First though, I'd better give you the thrupenny tour."
"What's that?" Sam asks.
"Something mummy reckons gran used to say, though not about this," Sally finishes with a giggle.
"Now the whole thing is usually called a cunny, or fanny, or pussy, but the real name is vulva. And these bits me and Zoe have got hold of are called labia majora, which is just a fancy way of saying big lips. I've already told you this thing here in the middle at the front is called a clitoris or clit."
"I don't think I've got one," Mary says.
"How would you know if you've never looked?" Sally teases. "Don't worry, it's there. All girls have got one. It's just that they come in all different sizes, and I'm a sort of Sally Holmes when it comes to clits."
"Interesting," I grin at the joke, which obviously passes right over everyone else's heads.
"Actually, this isn't really my clit, that's sort of inside, and I can't show it to you just yet. These here are my labia minora or little lips, or if you want to be crude, piss flaps, though mine really aren't big enough yet to do much flapping. And here-"
"Hang on," Sam interrupts, "How come you know so much stuff?"
"Mum told me," The 'of course' is silent, but nonetheless very audible, "She's a cunny doctor, remember. She spends half her day looking where you're looking at me."She figured since I was going to overhear stuff anyway, she might as well tell me everything to begin with. But don't tell anyone I told you, okay, especially your mum Mary. A lot of grownups are pretty stupid about this sort of stuff.
"Now where was I? Oh yeah, in here somewhere is my urethra, in cunny doctor talk. Everyone else calls it a pee hole or piss hole, and Mum does too when she's not doing doctor stuff. Can you see it? Sometimes it's pretty hard to find if I'm not peeing, and I don't think your dad would appreciate that here, would he, Zoe?"
"I'm not sure I would either, considering where I'm sitting," Zoe giggles. "I think I can see it. Is it that little bump with a slit in it?"
"Yeah, that's it," Sally says. "Last bit now." She curls all but her middle finger into a fist and slides that inside herself with a happy little sigh, "This hole here is where the cock goes in and the baby comes out."
"Ouch, that's gotta hurt," Sam giggles.
"Well, the coming out part always hurts, but the going in part mostly only hurts the first time," Sally says. "And I already took care of that by busting my cherry with my finger."
"What's that?" Mary asks, leaning in to peer at where Sally slowly slides her finger in and out of her vagina.
"A bit of skin that blocks your hole to keep crap out when you're a baby," Sally explains. "After that, it's just a bloody nuisance, Mum reckons. But some women have real weird ideas about keeping theirs until they get married, and guys do too, because that way they know they were the first to fuck her. But Mum reckons that's just a load of macho crap. Why should a girl let some clumsy bloke hurt her just so he can brag about fucking a virgin to his mates? She reckons it might be different if the guy knows what he's doing, but there's not many guys who do, especially younger guys. I reckon your dad might know how, considering all those books he writes."
"Huh?"
"Oh shit!"
"Oops," Sally giggles. "I guess you didn't know your dad writes dirty stories as well as kids' books. Except they don't call them that. They're true life romances," she simpers. "Mum reckons for a bloke, he's a pretty convincing woman."
"Huh?"
"He doesn't use his own name, dummy," Sally says. "Only women write true life romances. Except Mum reckons a lot are really written by men pretending to be women, like your dad."
"Why?"
"Well, it's sorta got to do with that stupid virgin stuff I just told you about," Sally explains. "A lotta girls dream about having some dumb Prince Charming for their first fuck, and when they end up with a 'shove it in and wipe it off' sorta guy like they usually do, they end up reading books about how it should have been. And they're not going to read a story about that if they know it was written by a man, because how can he possibly know what it's like."
"Then how can a man write a story like that?"
"That's easy," Sally grins. "Because he doesn't *have* to know what it's like. He just writes a lot of gooey bullshit around the sorta stuff a bloke's got to do if he's going to do it right. Sort of rub here, kiss and suck and lick there, do it gentle, go slow, go fast, and bam, fireworks. Then he wraps it all up in a 'boy meets girl' story that's a bit different from the last one, and voila, another true life romance confession."
The little shit sure has me (and every other writer of the genre) pegged to a T. However, I do wonder where she picked up so many trade secrets (not that they're really secrets) and more importantly, how did she know *I* wrote stories like that. As far as I knew, since my wife's death, only my publisher knew who Patty Dent really was, and I'd like to keep it that way, because if it became too widely known, I'd have to reestablish myself under a new name, and until I rebuilt my body of loyal readers, my royalty cheques would be a lot slimmer.
"How come you know all of this stuff about my dad and you don't?" Zoe asks.
"Your mum told my mum," Sally replies, "And she told me when she was telling me about sex and cunnies and stuff. And I guess, your dad didn't want you trying to read his stuff," she grins. "They're *real* steamy. Totally bullshit according to Mum, but really juicy anyway."
"Have you read any of my dad's books?"
"You know I have," Sally grins teasingly. "Remember you gave me a whole signed set for my birthday."
"His other books," my little girl growls her infuriation.
"Yeah, I've read most of them too," Sally giggles. "The juicy bits anyway. They're sorta fun to read when I play with my cunny sometimes."
Oh shit. My cock lurches at the thought of a little eight-year-old girl using my books for whack-off material. Not that they're anything else, but I'd always imagined my readers to be at least in their teens. And if this ever got out, I could kiss goodbye to a few more royalty cheques.
"Now don't tell anyone," Sally cautions the other girls, which has me breathing a little easier. "If people found out, they'd stop buying *all* of his books."
"Can I read the ones you've got?" Zoe asks.
"Me too," Sam and Mary declare simultaneously.
"I guess," Sally replies. "But you'd have to be real careful. Little girls like us aren't supposed to read things like that. This thing I'm playing with here is just supposed to be for peeing with."
Oh shit! This was exactly the sort of thing I wanted to avoid. I was always extremely careful to keep anything to do with my 'other' line of business locked away on heavily encrypted virtual disks, where curious little eyes couldn't see them. I wish I didn't have to write them at all, but kids' books just didn't pay the bills.
"It didn't matter when Sarah was still with us. My authoring was a nice supplement to her income, but not critical. And when I'd keyed my first 'confession' on a bet from her and had it accepted, we just had a good giggle and upgraded our holiday. After that, I pounded out a few more, and we used the money to knock a big hole in the mortgage. But since her death, they were what put food on the table.
Every now and then I had a shot at something more mainstream, but if the truth is to be told, I just didn't have the ability to turn out the sort of fully fleshed adult novel that sold well. I was good at writing for kids, but unless I managed to come up with the next 'Harry Potter,' it just wasn't enough. And if I had to be a hack writer for the adult market to make ends meet, I'd do it in an area where I could get away with the least amount of work possible so I could devote my time to what I actually enjoyed, even if the cash return was dismal."
"Wow! Look at it grow," my daughter's excited cry pulls my attention back to the screen.
Still centered in the screen is Sally's cunny, with the backs of Mary's and Zoe's heads visible to either side, while Sally's face looks down the length of her body. From one side, Sally is slowly sliding two glistening fingers of her left hand in and out of her cunny hole, whilst the thumb and forefinger of the other hand work her clitoral sheath back and forth like a small cock. In just a few moments, it has grown to the size it had been when she'd first stripped off, and as I watch incredulously, it continues to thicken until it is very nearly as thick as the forefinger manipulating it. And now, as she draws the fleshy hood upwards, a shiny pink bulb the size of a small grape appears at the tip.
"There, that's my clit," Sally says, pulling a finger out of her vagina to anoint the distended pink dome with her slimy juices. "Oh Shit!" she gasps at her touch. "It's real sensitive and feels real good when I touch it."
She slides her fingers back into the slimy depths of her pre-pubescent fuck hole, and within moments, a third finger joins the two fingers already plunging in and out with a clearly audible slurping noise. At the same time, she continues to roll her prepuce back and forth over the gleaming clit. Every few strokes, she pulls her prepuce back hard to completely expose her clit, and she slides her fingers out of her vagina to smear more of her juices over the gleaming pink bulb. The whole while, she lets out little obscenity-filled cries of pleasure.
As I watch, I slowly stroke my cock, holding myself right on the verge of what promises to be a massive orgasm. And faster than I would have thought possible, Sally works herself towards her own peak, her cries becoming shriller, more incoherent, and more obscenity-laden with every passing second. Now her fingers don't just smear her juices over her massively swollen clit. They pinch it and rub furiously for whole seconds at a time.
And with a final long drawn out cry of "MAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!" she pushes her heels into the cushions and lifts her bottom from the couch, as she reaches her climax.
Frantically, I pound away at my prick, my eyes glued to the screen as she hangs there in mid-air, her hips jouncing madly as she tortures her gigantic clit. Suddenly, to my astonishment, a stream of liquid shoots out from beneath her frenzied fingers. A second later, another follows, and then a third.
"Oh shit!" I cry out as my own climax hits me with the force of a runaway freight train. Boiling ejaculate sears from my prick, as I join the ejaculating girl child on the screen, screaming out my release, as jet after burning jet of molten lava shoots from my aching member, splattering across my face, chest, and stomach.
Long after my balls are drained of all they have to give, muscles deep within my loins continue to pulse, pumping furiously, though there is nothing left to pump. Finally, I collapse, my semen cooling on my body as I continue to stare almost mindlessly at the television screen.
For some time, there is silence.Sally has subsided back to the couch, her cunny slime-smeared left hand on the cushion in front of her arse, her right resting on her stomach, the fingers curled loosely over her gleaming, swollen cunny.
"What happened?" Zoe finally asks, half fearfully.
For several seconds longer, Sally lies unresponsive. Eventually, she works her mouth for a few seconds to moisten it. "That, my friends, was the big O," she says breathlessly. "Le petite morte; a rip-roaring climax, an orgasm; I just came my tits off. It's the best fucking feeling in the world."
Just then, a small noise from behind me catches my attention, and I turn to find myself face-to-face with all four girls standing just inside the doorway. "Oh shit!" I cry, jerking at my sweats in a frantic attempt to cover my now shriveled manhood. | 3 |
2,218 | Babysitter - Jenny | "Okay. Where to?" I ask, starting the car and pulling out from the curb.
Vanessa starts giving me directions that I follow, until after about ten minutes or so she says, "Stop here."
Obeying, I pull over to the side of the road and turn towards her. "Okay, what's this all about?" I ask. "You obviously don't live here, there's nothing here but trees."
"I know," she says quietly. "It's not far though, I just wanted to talk to you without my big brother seeing."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," I say. "People might get the wrong idea if they see you alone in a car with a strange man."
"It's okay. Nobody ever comes down here on weekends," she says, trying to reassure me.
"I'm not sure that doesn't make it worse if somebody does come," I mutter, then to her I say, "Okay, but you'd better make it quick, your mom's going to start wondering where you got to."
"No, she won't. She's at the football with Daddy, and that doesn't finish till past five o'clock. That's why she would have been mad if I called her on the mobile and got her to come and get me."
"Okay," I say, "your big brother isn't looking and your mom isn't wondering where you got to, so what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Lifting her right leg up onto the seat, she twists around to face me and says, "Promise you won't tell anybody."
'Uh-oh,' little warning bells start to ring, and I think about it for a few seconds before replying, "Well, I can't promise outright, but I won't say anything unless I really think somebody needs to be told, and I'll tell you why I think so before I do. Is that okay?"
"Oh, it's nothing bad," she avows, "or at least not really, but it's embarrassing and I don't want everybody to talk about it."
"In that case, I shouldn't have to say anything," I reply. "So what's on your mind?"
Blushing, she squirms into a more comfortable position, leaning back against the door, and for the first time, I notice that with her right knee pressed into the back of the seat and her left foot still on the floor, her skirt has been pulled tight across her lap, exposing her nylon-encased pudenda. This time, however, the thin fabric is all but transparent, having been soaked by the sweat raised during our strenuous table tennis game.
Every detail of her little pussy is open to my interested gaze, the only effect of the damp gauzy fabric stretched tightly across her young mound being to tinge the pale flesh with pink, giving it a look of heightened arousal. Within my pants, my cock begins to stir, and to hide my beginning arousal, I match her posture and turn to face her.
"Um, it's real 'barrassing. Promise you won't laugh or anything," Vanessa murmurs quietly, blissfully unaware of just how "'barrassing' it would be if she was aware of her exposure. But since no harm was being done, I say nothing, vicariously enjoying her unconscious display.
Trying to keep her unaware of the direction of my gaze, I reply, "I promise, and I've often noticed that things aren't always as bad as they first seem, especially if you share them with a sympathetic listener."
"Well, you know how you said I was sexy?" she begins, adding as an aside, "Is it true, do you really think I'm sexy?"
"Vanessa," I reply, "I think that you are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever had the good fortune to meet, and in a few years, you will be the sexiest thing on two legs. But that's not really what you dragged me out here into the middle of nowhere to ask, is it?"
"No, but it happened then," she replies with a deepening flush.
"What happened?" I ask in confusion.
"What I wanted to ask you about," she continues, still skirting the real issue.
Sensing her hesitation, I lower my eyes from hers, incidentally getting another look at her beautiful little pussy, which for some reason seems to be a little fuller than a minute or so earlier.
With eye contact broken, she seems to gain courage, and she continues, "When you said we was sexy, I sort of felt funny, and it happens at other times too."
I immediately see where she is headed, and I wonder whether I should cut it off now or take the risk of letting it develop further. A slight shift in her posture, however, calls my attention back between her legs, and I find myself prompting her. "What do you mean 'funny'?"
"Sort of squirmy. Like butterflies in my tummy, but lower," she admits, her flush deepening as she all but whispers the last two words.
"Between your legs you mean?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she whispers, her face burning a bright crimson. "Is that normal? I mean, I'm not sick or anything, am I?"
"Don't worry," I smile, "it's perfectly normal, and I bet you're feeling it right now, right?" I don't even have to see her nod to know this is true, as the dark patch of moisture - no larger than a five-cent piece - staining her undies attests.
"Uh-huh, it's real strong right now," she admits, "and it was even stronger the time I saw my brother rubbing his thing. Is that bad?"
"Well, it depends on how you look at it," I reply, getting a nervous giggle in response to my inadvertent pun.
"No, not like that silly," I smile, "I mean your brother would probably be upset if he knew you'd been spying on him, and your parents wouldn't like it either, because they probably think you're a bit young to know about sex yet. But so long as nobody got hurt and you don't make a habit of it, I don't think that it's anything to worry about."
"Oh, good," she says in relieved tones, "b'cause I didn't really mean to spy, I just heard him making noises like he was hurt or something. So I looked to see if he was okay, and he was rubbin' his hand up and down his thing, and it didn't look like it did when we were little. It was all swollen and red, like it was sore. Then pus came out of it, and I felt scared, so I ran away. I thought he was going to die or something, but he was all right later.
"Then after I went to bed, I heard him making those noises again, and I felt that scary feeling again, but it wasn't really like being scared. It was sort of like the good scared you get on the rides at the show, but it was different 'cause it wasn't in my tummy, it was in my privates."
"Did you touch yourself there?" I ask.
"No, Mum says it's nasty," Vanessa replies. "Does that mean Geoff was doing something bad?"
"No, it's something perfectly natural," I reply. "It's just that some grownups were told that it was bad when they were kids, so they still think it is, but nearly everybody does it sometimes."
"Why?"
"Because it feels good," I reply. "How much do you know about sex?"
"I sort of know that it's how babies are made," she replies, "Mum says I'll find out all about it when I get married."
"That's a pretty silly attitude," I say without thinking.
"Huh, why?"
"Because it can get you into a lot of trouble if you're not careful," I reply."Look, I really shouldn't be telling you this. If your mum found out, I could get into a lot of trouble."
"Oh, I won't tell," she promises quickly. "How come I can get into trouble?"
"Well, it's like this," I say. "Your mum thinks that if you don't know about something, you won't be tempted to try it. On the other hand, I think it's pretty stupid, because if you don't know what something is, you might not be able to stop it in time if somebody else tries to make it happen."
"What if you're at a party and this really cute boy tells you he knows a way to make you feel really good and he asks if you want to try it? At first, he just wants to cuddle and kiss, and since some others are doing it, you go along. Then he starts to touch you in a certain way, and that feels good, so you let him keep doing it. Then a bit later, he does something else, and that feels good, so you don't stop him, and before you know it, he's trying to make a baby inside you. All because you didn't know what he was doing, so you didn't know you should stop him."
"But wouldn't he stop if he knew he was making a baby in me?" she asks.
"It's highly unlikely. Boys don't have to carry the baby, so they don't worry about it. Also, there are ways to keep from having a baby, so even if they do think about it, they'll probably think that since you aren't stopping them, it's all right to do it."
"Do you know what an instinct is?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's like how a dog turns around a few times to flatten the grass before he lies down, even when he's on carpet," she replies.
"Exactly," I say. "It's something you can't help doing, unless you are thinking about it and make a conscious effort to control it. Now, every living thing has an instinct to make babies, and since a boy doesn't have to make much effort to make a baby, his instinct is to try and make as many as he can."
"What about girls?"
"Girls feel the same thing too. A girl, however, has to put quite a lot of effort into making a baby. First, to grow it inside her body for nine months, and then to look after it until it grows up. So they're a bit more choosy about who they do it with. The problem is that if a boy can get her feeling good enough, her instinct to make a baby can take over. Then, if it's the right time and everything goes exactly right, they start a baby growing."
"Doesn't a girl always have a baby when she does sex with a boy?"
"Has sex," I correct automatically before replying, "No, most of the time it just feels great, and that's to make you keep on doing it until you do have a baby."
"Was that why Geoff was rubbing his thing?" she asks.
"That's right," I reply. "It feels a lot like having sex does, but not as good, because nature wants people to do it together so that they make more babies."
"What about my feeling funny?"
"That's your body getting ready, just in case you might have sex," I answer. "If you see something like your brother pretending to have sex, or something happens that makes sex more likely, your body starts to send signals that feel good, just in case."
"Like when you saw us in our knickers?" she asks. Then, noticing the direction of my gaze, which had been drawn back between her legs by her mention of the word 'knickers', she yelps, "Hey, you're peeking!"
"I'm sorry," I apologize, as she hastily pushes her skirt down to cover herself.
"It's O.K. I guess," she replies, blushing. "It's like what we were talking about, isn't it? I was showing you my knickers by accident, and when I said it, you had to look, because it made you think about sex."
"Pretty much," I admit, "but I'd better confess, I've been sneaking peeks at you ever since we stopped and you turned around to face me."
Blushing furiously, Vanessa turns to face the windscreen and stares off down the road for a few seconds before saying, "And you didn't tell me because it was making you feel good, just in case, right?"
"Yeah," I confess, "but I'm old enough to know better, and I should have told you."
"But it's an instinct, so you couldn't help it, could you?" she asks, giving me an opportunity to weasel out.
However, honesty makes me say, "Well, it was, but I wasn't at the stage where I'd stopped thinking about it, so I could have stopped at any time. I just didn't want to."
"I'll bet I'd feel even more squirmy if I let you see them on purpose," she says with a sudden mischievous grin.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, Vanessa," I say.
"Why not?" she asks seriously. "Would it make you try to have sex with me?"
"No, I just don't think it's a very good idea," I repeat. "You're a lot younger than I am, and it could get me into a lot of trouble."
"But only if somebody found out, right?" she asks. "Well, I'm not going to tell anybody. I won't even tell Jenny. I bet you'd like it if I showed you my knickers."
"Yes, I would," I admit. "I'd like it a lot. But if you do, it's got to be because you want to do it, not just to please me."
"Here goes," she says, blushing. Locking her eyes challengingly with mine, she lifts her leg back onto the seat and pulls the hem of her skirt above the waistband of her low-cut knickers.
Breaking contact with her eyes, I look down between her legs at her perfect little nylon-encased pussy. The visibly swollen lips are tinted pink by the fabric of her knickers, but even without that covering, they would be glowing faintly pink, as attested by the narrow strip of labial flesh exposed by her movements. Splitting her protuberant mound, a slight indentation of the fabric delineates her slit.
"Oh wow!" she gasps, "It really does make me feel squirmier."
"Me too," I breathe softly, "you have a beautiful pussy."
"But it's just a little crack," she objects.
"Not at the moment," I say, "look."
"Oh wow! It's all swelled up," she cries. "Sort of like Geoff's thing was. Is your thing like that?"
"Yes," I reply, "my penis is just like your brother's was."
"Is that what it's called?" She asks. "The boys at school call it a dick."
"Well, penis is the proper name for it, but it's also called a dick, cock, prick, and a whole lot of other names. Just like your pussy is also called a vagina, or more properly a vulva, because your vagina is actually just the hole that goes up inside you. It's also called a cunt, twat, quim, beaver, and a lot more."
"That's a bad word though, isn't it?" she asks.
"You mean cunt?" I ask in return, and when she nods, I continue, "Most of the time it is, because that's the way people mean it when they say it, but you can also use words like it to make the squirmy feeling better. Personally though, I prefer pussy, because it makes a girl purr when you pet it."
"Would it feel good if you touched my pussy?" she asks, her voice almost inaudible.
"Again, that's probably not a good idea," I say, before admitting, "but yes, it would feel good, and if I did it for long enough, it would feel very good. But I think it would be best if you did it yourself when you get home."
"But you'd like to do it, wouldn't you?" she asks, again putting me on the spot. "And you said, doing it yourself doesn't feel as good."
"Yeah, I'd like to do it, but I shouldn't," I admit. "And this is definitely not the place to do it."
"There's a fire track just up the road," she tells me. "You could drive up there, and we'd be really private."
"Are you sure?" I ask. "This is a pretty special thing, and you need to be really sure before you have sex with someone."
"Would we have to have sex if you touched my pussy?" she asks in surprise.
"Not baby-making sex," I explain, "which is when a boy puts his penis inside a girl's vagina, but there are a lot of other ways to have sex, and touching each other's sex parts is one of them."
"Would I have to touch your penis too?" she asks.
"No, you wouldn't even have to see it if you didn't want to," I reassure her.
"Oh, I want to see it," she tells me, "but I'm not sure that I want to touch it."
"That's all right," I reply, "you don't have to do anything that you don't want to."
"Can we go then?"
"Well, Stanley," I address my joyfully twitching cock, "this is another fine mess you've gotten us into."
"What?" Vanessa asks in confusion.
"Joke, Hon," I reply, while starting the engine. "I was telling my cock off for getting me into trouble."
"How come?"
"Because most people think little girls like you aren't supposed to have sex, especially with a man," I explain. "And they think that men like me who like to show little girls about sex are bad."
"Even when I want you to?" she asks in surprise.
"Even then," I confirm. "They'd say I forced you into it, and you were too young to know what you were asking."
"That's silly," she says. "I really do want you to do it, and you wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't want to, would you?"
"Never," I reply. "I'd never do anything you or anyone else didn't want me to do. All you ever have to say is stop, and that will be the end of it."
"Well, let's go then," she says impatiently, flapping her skirt to get my attention.
Grinning, I pop the clutch and take off, leaving a rooster tail of road dust and gravel behind us as I head for the fire track half a mile down the road.
Less than five minutes later, I pull up under an enormous ghost gum and kill the engine. For another minute, both of us stare silently through the windscreen, neither of us wanting to be the first to speak.
Finally, though, Vanessa breaks the silence, saying, "I've got to ask you, don't I?"
"It'd be better if you tell me exactly what you want me to do," I reply. "I want you to feel like you're in total control the whole time."
Blushing furiously, Vanessa fumbles with her seatbelt, giggling nervously as she fails twice before finally succeeding.Released, she shuffles across the seat until her thigh touches mine. "I want you to do it," she mumbles quietly.
"Do what?" I ask, wanting her to express herself exactly.
"Lift up my skirt and look at my knickers again," she replies almost inaudibly.
"Okay," I say, "tell me when you want me to go further."
Moving slowly so as not to startle her, I turn to face her and reach across to place my right hand on her leg, just above her knee. She shudders slightly at the touch, and I pause, waiting for her jerky nod before continuing.
Caressing her thigh softly, I slowly move my hand upwards until my fingers brush against the hem of her short, pleated skirt. Once more I pause, waiting for a signal to continue, and when I receive it - again a slight nod - I take hold of the soft fabric and carefully lift it upwards until I can tuck it into the waistband. Taking my hand away, I lower it to her knee and tarry to gaze upon her sweet innocent charms.
With her legs pressed together, the tension has been taken out of the fabric of her knickers, and the cloth sags slightly, leaving her hairless little quim visible as only a vague shadowy indentation at the juncture of her thighs.
Waiting for her to become accustomed to my extreme proximity, I let my hand rest where it is, gently rubbing my thumb back and forth over the exquisitely soft skin of her leg. Then as she relaxes, I apply a gentle outward pressure to her leg. She offers no resistance to my touch, allowing me to guide her leg until the edge of the seat prevents further movement, then without any additional urging on my part, she lifts her other leg to rest on top of mine.
"Beautiful," I murmur, as once again the sheer fabric of her knickers is molded to the smooth, soft curves of her delightful young pudendum.
For several seconds nothing more is said as I drink in the enchanting vision. Her quiet, "Touch me," gives me the permission that I have been waiting for. However, rather than moving directly to her vulva the way she seems to expect, as indicated by the slight tensing beneath my hand, I gently rub my hand up and down her leg, approaching the juncture of her thighs a centimeter at a time.
Finally, as the inside of my thumb brushes against the delicate, yielding softness of her nylon-encased pudenda, a strong shudder ripples through her slight frame and a quiet moan escapes her slightly parted lips. Then as I slide my hand away, another moan emerges, and she pushes upwards with her hips, sliding a little toward the edge of the seat.
Encouraged, I press more firmly against the resilient flesh of her precious, pre-teen mound, drawing another murmuring sound of pleasure from her throat. With my hand encircling her upper thigh, I softly trace the elasticized leg band of her skimpy knickers with the ball of my thumb.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she tells me, smiling happily.
I press a little harder, angling my thumb so that the elastic of her leg band begins to ride over the top, and with each pass, move a fractional inch closer to her waiting slit. As I close on her cleft, Vanessa begins to respond to my touch, her hips rocking in gentle counterpoint to the motions of my thumb.
At the base of her cloven mons, my ultimate goal makes itself apparent, her juvenile juices staining the fabric of her knickers in an ever-widening circle. The sweet, delicate aroma of childish arousal fills the air of the car.
Finally, my thumb slips into the soft, warm crease separating her smooth, hairless pussy lips, and my thumb brushes over the extended tip of her sensitive clit. The sudden heightening of sensation causes her to suck in her stomach with a sharply indrawn breath.
Released from the waistband, her skirt slides down over my hand, concealing her sweet charms from my gaze. Uncharacteristically irked, I make a sharp abortive motion to flick it aside with my hand, only to be brought up short by my thumb caught in the front of her knickers.
My sudden motion breaks the spell holding Vanessa, making her giggle, and reach down to take hold of the hem of her skirt, but instead of lifting it back up, she pulls it down hard over my wrist, trapping my hand against her leg.
Afraid that I have scared her, I look up into her face only to be met by a cheeky grin. "I didn't say you could touch *inside* my knickers," she teases me.
Matching her tone, I respond, "Well, I'd better take it out then."
"Don't. You. Dare," she enunciates forcefully.
Although able to move my hand beneath her skirt, I hold it still, saying, "Well, we seem to be at something of an impasse. What next?"
"Hmm," she murmurs with mock thoughtfulness, "my skirt seems to be in the way. Do you think I should do something about it?"
"I guess we could wait until my hand drops off," I reply.
"Nah," she grins, "I think something else should come off instead."
The flatulent rip of parting Velcro rends the air as she lifts her bottom clear of the seat and tosses her skirt over the back of the seat with a flourish. "Ta da!"
Presented with the slightly rounded, eight-inch-wide expanse of clear, pale skin between the low waistband of her knickers and the ragged edge of her hacked-off tank top, it is my turn to express my pleasure with a sharply indrawn breath. My eyes, however, are inexorably drawn lower by the sight of one bare, hairless labium, exposed by my earlier attempt to rid myself of the now-absent skirt.
"Do you like my pussy?" she giggles, half wickedly, half nervously.
"It's a very pretty pussy," I reply, stroking the ball of my thumb over the soft, hairless ridge of flesh.
For a few seconds, she all but purrs at my soft, gentle touch, then without warning, she lightly slaps my wrist. "Stop that!" she giggles, "I want to ask you something."
"Yes?" I ask, pausing with my thumb still touching the soft, flawless skin of her bulging pre-teen mound.
"It felt real good when you were rubbing my pussy," she says, "then when you touched the middle, it felt like an electric shock. How come?"
"Have you ever tried to look inside your crack?" I ask.
"When I was a little kid," she replies, "but Mum told me it was bad and I shouldn't do it."
"Well, just inside your crack, up near the top, there is a little knob of flesh called your clitoris or clit for short. It's full of nerves, and when you get excited, it swells up and sticks out a bit," I explain.
"Show me," she commands.
Lifting my hand from her leg, I use my left hand to pull her knickers to the side, fully exposing her jutting mons to my gaze. For more than a few seconds, I simply stare at her perfect, hairless mound, cleft in twain by a thin vertical slit. Toward the very top, at the apex of her prominent mound, the slit widens slightly, parting to make way for the small, pink nodule of her clit.
Suddenly, I am brought back to earth as, with the impatience of youth, Vanessa verbally prods me, "Well, hurry up and show me."
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I use my thumb and middle finger to part her soft, resilient labia. Again, I pause to take in her sweet charms. Bounded on either side by her partially flattened pussy lips, a glistening coral-pink crease stretches from her stiff little clit down to the rose-pink dimple surrounding the dark, centimeter-diameter entrance to her young vagina.
Placing my index finger within this flushed, rosy groove at the base of her clit, I push upwards, forcing it to stand clear of its protective hood. Indicating the glistening little pearl, I ask, "There, can you see it?"
"Sort of," she replies, straining her neck to see better, "but not very well."
"Damn, I wish I had a mirror," I mutter.
"I've got one in my makeup case," she offers helpfully. Even as she speaks, she twists from beneath my hands and climbs up onto the seat.
Leaning over the back of the seat, she reaches for her bag, which is just out of reach. Not lifting a finger to help, I watch her little bum wriggle delightfully beneath its totally inadequate covering as she pushes herself back until she finally overbalances, her hands on the seat behind me, and the middle of her thighs resting on the back of the seat.
Unable to resist the temptation, I reach back and playfully slap her tight little bottom, once on each cheek. She lets out a sound that is half outraged squeal and half giggle. Trapped as she is, she can do little to stop me, so I repeat my mischievous abuse of her quivering little derriere. Again, she squeaks her indignity and tries to escape by pulling herself the rest of the way into the back seat. However, I'm not yet finished with my delicious little target; restraining her by one ankle, I slide my hand up the back of her leg and over the taut mounds of her buttocks. Gripping the waistband of her knickers, I draw them down to the tops of her thighs and lay a rapid volley of light taps on her wriggling bum, continuing until her giggles become too much for her and she slithers helplessly into the back seat.
Scrambling out of my reach, she jerks her knickers back up over her hips and glares unconvincingly at me for a few seconds before succumbing to another fit of giggles. When she recovers, she informs me in a pouting voice, "You're bad. You touched my botty."
Then, having delivered her accusation, she climbs up onto the seat and points her 'botty' at me as she crouches over her bag. For a few seconds, I stare at it and the pouting split mound beneath it as she rummages through the contents of her bag. Then, as her delving continues beyond the point where she could have emptied her bag several times over, I realize that she is waiting for me to be 'bad' again.
Twisting in my seat, I catch her watching me out of the corner of her eye as I reach toward her upthrust rear end. Cupping my hand for maximum auditory effect, I bring it down with a satisfying ringing crack.
"Ouch!""she squeals unconvincingly and rises up onto her hands and toes as I lift my hand.
I apply another nine noisy but painless blows to her slowly swaying bottom, watching in amazement as the dark patch marking the entrance to her vagina blooms rapidly. Within seconds, the entire area covering the twin ridges of her pouting labia becomes all but transparent, revealing every detail of her young sex in exquisite detail.
The look she throws me when I stop is frankly disappointed. Then when I make no move to resume, she digs into her bag, immediately coming up with a compact.
Standing on the back seat, she keeps her back to me as she throws her leg over the back of the front seat, presenting me with a perfect view of her nylon-clad, pre-teen pudenda, and filling my nostrils with her irresistible scent. Lifting her other foot from the seat, she lies along the back of the front seat, straddling it with her pussy less than a foot from my face.
Prompted by some wicked demon within me, I blow a stream of air onto the saturated scrap of cloth covering her hairless little pussy. Shocked by the sudden chill between her legs, she squeals and tumbles the rest of the way into the front seat, her heel narrowly missing my jaw as she lands half in my lap.
However, my laughter dies before it begins as I see the scared look on her face as she tentatively reaches down to touch herself between her legs. The moment her finger touches the damp fabric, she jerks it back with a look of immense distaste on her face.
Looking at me accusingly, her almost tearful lament, "You made me wet myself," brings the laughter back to my lips.
One look at her face, though, makes me choke it back and hasten to reassure her, "Hey, it's okay. You haven't peed your pants."
"Well, what is it then?" she asks, struggling to sit up.
"You know how I told you about your body getting ready to have sex?" I ask. When she nods, I continue, "Well, part of getting ready is to make some slippery stuff so that it doesn't hurt when a boy's penis goes into your vagina, and so that it slides in and out easily."
"Here," I say, taking hold of her hand and folding three of her fingers into a fist, leaving her index finger extended. "Drag your finger over your belly."
Guiding her hand, I press her finger hard enough against her belly to make her grimace a little as the skin catches and wrinkles. Still holding onto her hand, I push her finger against the fabric covering the entrance to her vagina, grinning at her distasteful expression. "Now try it again," I say, releasing her hand.
She does as I instruct, her eyes widening in surprise as her finger slides almost frictionlessly across her abdomen. "Hey, it's really slippery," she cries, then remembering what I'd said a few moments earlier, she asks, "Does a boy's penis really go inside a girl's vagina? Is that how they have sex?"
"That's right," I reply, "it's called sexual intercourse, or to use naughty words, fucking, screwing or rooting."
Like the little girl she is, she giggles embarrassedly at the rude words, and reminded of a preschool toilet humor joke I'd heard once, I go on, "Poo poo, pee pee, booby booby, bum."
Totally out of proportion to the joke, she doubles up, holding her belly as gales of laughter leave her totally helpless. Then as she begins to recover, I dig my fingers into her side, renewing her giggles and making her squirm in an attempt to protect her vulnerable ribs. A minute later, I desist as she cries out, "Stop or I really am going to pee."
With heaving ribs, she regains her composure, eying me warily as she slowly straightens. Then without warning, she launches herself at me, her hooked fingers reaching for my ribs. Laughing, I let her tickle me for a few seconds, then retaliate in kind, causing her to become wedged between me and the steering wheel.
"Stop, stop!" she gasps.
"And if I don't?" I ask, pausing with my fingers still touching her ribs.
"No, please," she pleads, "I really gotta pee bad."
"Can I watch?" I ask, grinning.
"God no!" she yelps, jerking upright with a rosy flush on her cheeks. Seconds later, the flush deepens, and almost wonderingly, she says, "Oh wow, thinking about you watching me pee is making me feel all squirmy again."
"So can I watch?" I ask.
Avoiding my eyes and blushing furiously, she whispers, "Okay."
Opening the door, she clambers out of the car and waits as I crawl across the seat and follow her. Then, even though there is nobody within sight, she moves behind the trunk of the tree I'd parked under. When I join her a moment later, I pause, struck dumb by the mythical sight that greets me.
Her hair shimmers like spun gold in the dappled sunlight streaming through the canopy above, and the little clothing that she still wears blends almost imperceptibly with her pale skin, leaving her as if naked before my sun-dazzled eyes. This, coupled with her slight frame and elfin features, leaves me with an otherworldly image of a hamadryad caught in the process of merging with her tree.
Suddenly, the spell is broken by her giggling, "You'll catch a fly if you're not careful."
"Huh?" I ask dumbly.
"Shut your mouth, silly," she giggles.
"Oh," I say, shaking my head, "I couldn't help it, you looked like a goddess standing there beside your tree."
"Really?" she squeals, "Did I really?"
"Honey, I wish I'd had a camera," I say softly, "you looked like something out of this world."
"That's naughty," she giggles, "I bet you just want to take pictures of me with hardly any clothes on."
"No clothes'd be better," I whisper, making her blush and giggle nervously.
She seems to think about my words for a few seconds, then, reaching a decision, asks quietly, "Want me to take them all off now?"
"Honey, I'd love it, but only if you want to do it," I reply.
"Uh-huh," she nods, "Thinking about it is making my tummy do real big flip-flops."
Still possessed of a small vestige of modesty, she turns her back to me and, crossing her arms across her chest, draws her top off with a smooth economy of motion that is in its own way more erotic than any ecdysiastic performance. Hanging the scrap of cloth on a broken branch stub, she glances back at me, catching me adjusting my prick into a more comfortable position.
A sudden grin flits across her features, and she puts a sensuous sway into her hips as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her knickers. Pausing for effect, she glances back over her shoulder, then begins to slowly inch first one side, then the other, of her knickers downward. With the top half of her buttocks revealed, and the fabric of her knickers beginning to sag, she turns to face me.
Slipping her fingers around toward the front, she gives me a brief, split-second, flash of her rounded pudendum, before once again turning her back to me. Then, bending forward, she pulls them down to her knees and reaches back to pull her buttocks apart, exposing the pale pink rosette of her anus and, below it, the split-out thrust mound of her swollen, glistening labia.
My cock twitches at the obscene sight presented to me, and she grins a wicked upside-down grin when she sees me adjust it once again. Then I spoil it for her by saying, "I can see what you had for breakfast."
Snorting loudly, she loses her balance and tries to take a step forward, only to be brought up short by the knickers about her knees. Two or three hobbling steps later, she manages to regain her balance and stand, uttering disgustedly, "Eew, gross!" as she wipes her arm across under her nose, then again, "Yuck!" as she surveys the gooey ribbon of snot adorning the back of her forearm.
I can't help laughing at her revolted expression, and the glare I get in return would melt battle steel. Still chuckling, I take my handkerchief from my pocket and offer it to her. "Here."
She rudely snatches at it, first scrubbing under her nose and blowing into it with excessive noisiness, then wipes down the length of her arm before throwing the sodden wad of cotton back at me. Handling it with mock distaste, I shove it back in my pocket and grin at her. "Better?"
"No!" she yells, stamping her foot. However, her knickers are still about her knees, and she stumbles once again, falling against my chest with an involuntary giggle. "Stupid undies."
"Here, let me," I say. Dropping to my knees on the hard clay, I find myself looking down on her pussy from just a few inches above it. A dusting of fine, almost invisible hairs coats her bulging mound and pale, puffy lips, juvenile precursors to the coarser mat of hair that will come with advancing maturity. But for now, her prepubescent genitals lie revealed in all their perfect, unsullied glory.
"Hey, you're supposed to be getting these bloody stupid knickers off," she admonishes.
"Oh, yeah, so I am," I briefly grin up at her, then go back to staring at her outstretched mound. "But it's such a pretty pussy."
I take hold of the sides of her knickers and draw them down to her ankles, holding the leg holes open so that she can pull her sneakers through and step out of them. Now totally naked except for her shoes, she takes a step backwards and assumes a slightly aggressive stance, her hands on hips thrust slightly forward, and her feet about eighteen inches apart.
"You better move," she warns, "I'm gonna do it standing up like a boy."
Wanting to get the best view possible, I shuffle sideways until I am outside the splash zone and drop back onto my heels, putting her sweet little cleft just below my eye level. Grinning up at her, I say, "Okay, fire away, m'laddo."
Giggling, she makes a tunnel of her thumb and fingers, holding them at the top of her mound as if taking aim with, what would be for someone of her size, a monster cock.She pushes her hips a little further forward, and her forehead furrows a little in concentration. Then, a few seconds later, she lets out a little sigh of relief as a small spurt of pale yellow pee squirts from between her puffy pussy lips, just beneath her curled little finger. That first spurt quickly slows to a dribble that splashes into the dust between her toes, then rapidly gains force, emerging in a strong parabolic stream that impacts a good two feet in front of her.
My cock, which had been about three-quarters hard since we had left the car, suddenly springs painfully to full rigidity at the incredible, erotic sight of this ten-year-old enchanted creature peeing for me. Unwilling to miss a single second, I endure the discomfort of my achingly folded member as I watch the golden stream slowly lose strength, until the last dribble splashes once more between her toes, leaving a final shimmering droplet of urine clinging to the right-hand lip of her vulva.
"Your turn," she announces with a glance toward my groin.
"Don't need to," I say as I rise to my feet with a groan.
The disappointed look that passes across her face lets me know what she really wants, even if I hadn't already known. I chuckle, saying, "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't anyway."
"Why not?"
"I'd be pissing up my nose if I tried. And why didn't you just ask for what you really wanted?"
Blushing, she remains silent, but her eyes, fixed as they are on the bulge in my trousers, are as eloquent as any words she might utter.
"You want to see my cock, don't you?" I ask her.
"Uh-huh," she nods, her flush extending down her tiny erect nipples.
"Here or do you want to wait until we get back to the car?"
"Back in the car, I guess," she says, lifting her top off its hook, "I gotta wipe up."
Keeping her feet just far enough apart to lend an unnatural roll to her gait, she passes in front of me, which lets me watch the rhythmic clenching of her tight boyish buttocks. Taking a couple of tissues from her bag in the back, she carefully dries her hairless, little mound, then looks around for a place to dispose of the soiled wad.
"Put 'em in the ashtray," I tell her, "I'll get rid of them when I get home."
"Thanks," she says while doing as I'd suggested, then, still naked, slams the back door and waits for me to crawl back into the front before slipping in beside me.
"O.K., big boy," she says in sultry tones spoiled by the giggle that follows, "show me what you got."
Starting at the top, I slowly unbutton my shirt, tugging it out of my waistband to get at the last button. Then, when I fold it back to either side, she giggles, "Wow, you look like a gorilla. Can I touch it?"
"If you like," I reply.
Reaching out with one hand, Vanessa pats at the dense mat of hair covering my chest and abdomen, then combs her fingers through it, her delicate touch sending deliciously icy fingers crawling up my spine. "It's softer than it looks," she says wonderingly. A few seconds later, she withdraws her hand and waits expectantly for me to continue.
The rattle of my belt buckle sounds unnaturally loud in the still silence of the bush. Then, as I reach for the button fastening my trousers, I hear Vanessa's sharp intake of breath. With my fingers on the tab of my zipper, I pause teasingly, then slowly lower it, each rifle-like crack of the parting teeth sounding distinctly in the charged atmosphere.
Finally, the zip is low enough for me to take hold of the waistband of my slacks. Lifting my hips, I push them down to mid-thigh, leaving the outline of my rigid prick clearly visible through the tightly stretched fabric of my jocks.
"Would you like to do the rest?" I ask, looking to Vanessa's eyes.
She responds with a frightened shake of her head, so I ask, "Are you sure about this? We can stop if you want."
"No, I want to see it," she says hurriedly.
"O.K., here goes then." Seizing the last scrap of cloth covering me, I push them down to my trousers and lean back.
Vanessa gazes with rapt fascination at the rigid shaft of flesh rising up from the curly thatch of hair covering my groin to lie against my belly. Surmounting the shaft, the shining purple glans flares out over the wrinkled collar of my foreskin, with a glistening drop of precum beginning to weep from the open slit at the tip.
Several tense seconds pass, then Vanessa breaks the spell by saying, "You *do* have a hairy bum."
The incongruity of her words cracks me up, causing me to laugh uproariously for a considerable amount of time. Vanessa's higher-pitched giggle joins with my laughter as she falls against me. Then, as our mirth turns to gasping pants punctuated by the occasional snort, she suddenly goes stiff in my arms. At the same time, I realize that her hand is resting on my now limp member, pressing it into my leg.
Her hand jerks back as if she had been scalded, and both of us begin to apologize at the same moment, stopping and starting again simultaneously until we once more break out in fits of the giggles. For two or three minutes, we dare not look at each other until Vanessa says, "It wasn't like I thought it'd be."
"And how was that?" I ask.
"Sort of slimy and gross, I guess," she replies, "but it was just sort of warm."
"Well, is your curiosity satisfied?"
"Yeah," she says, "How come it's got small like that?"
"You don't think we blokes walk around like we've got a hunk of salami in our pockets all the time, do you?" I ask with a smile.
"I dunno," she says, "I never seen one properly before, except for babies and my brother's when we was little."
"Well, most of the time, it's small and soft like this," I explain, "it only gets big and hard when I think about sex."
"Can you make it get big and hard?" she asks, "I want to see what it feels like then."
My cock twitches at the thought of my tiny ten-year-old companion's fingers on it.
"Did I do that?" she asks in amazement, her eyes fixed on my slowly expanding member.
"What do you think?" I respond.
"I think that you want me to rub it with my hand like my brother was," she replies.
Another twitch of my cock signals my agreement, and she giggles, "I think that you want to put it here." She slips her hand between her legs and drags her slim fingers over her full labia, stopping with her middle fingertip nestled at the very top of her slit.
Instant hardon. My cock impacts on my lower belly with a meaty slap, causing Vanessa to squeal with surprise. "Oh wow, you want to fuck me," she says, her voice containing a mixture of fear and carnal hunger.
"I don't suppose there's any point in trying to deny that particular charge," I chuckle, then continue more seriously, "But I promise you that if it ever happens, it won't be until you are absolutely sure that you are ready, and it won't be some hurried quickie in the back seat of a car."
"Will you really do it when I want to?" she asks, the fear receding from her voice.
"Only if it's possible for us to do it without causing any trouble," I reply.
"Of course," she agrees in matter-of-fact tones. "How do I keep from having a baby?"
"Well, in your case, you don't have to worry until you after you start having periods," I reply, "Do you know what they are?"
"Yeah," she replies in tones reserved for brussels sprouts and maiden great aunts, "that's when girls start bleeding down there. I think it's gross."
"It's not that bad," I say, "at least you don't have to stuff a bloody great hunk of sponge between your legs like your grandmothers had to do."
"Yecch!"
"Or how about a nice dry cow patty," I continue with a grin.
"No way!" she exclaims, "I don't believe you."
"It's the truth," I say, "some primitive tribes used to use dried animal dung, and they used it instead of nappies too. Look it up if you don't believe me."
"I'm glad I didn't live back then, then," Vanessa says with some relief, adding with morbid curiosity, "What else did they do?"
"Let's see, they chewed up food for babies and old people without any teeth. They made white leather by soaking it in buckets of piddle. To this very day, there are people in Africa who eat nothing but milk mixed with the blood of their cattle. People used to use spices to hide the taste of rotten meat because they didn't have refrigerators."
"How come people talk about the good old days, then?" Vanessa asks.
"Because everybody prefers to remember the good things that happen to them and they forget about the bad," I explain.
She nods thoughtfully for a few seconds, then picks up her compact from where she'd dropped it on the floor. Handing it to me with a broad grin, she says, "I want you to do something *bad* to me now."
"O.K., bad girl," I say, kicking my shoes off and pushing my pants down onto the floor. I lift her across me and lean back into the corner formed by the back of the seat and the door, then pull her back against my chest. "Lean back against me and put your foot up on the seat."
She does as I ask, resting her head in the hollow of my left shoulder. I examine the compact, discovering that the lid easily detaches from the base and that the mirror itself is of the magnifying variety.
Handing the mirror back to Vanessa, I say, "O.K., hold this so you can see between your legs properly, and I'll show you what's what."
"Oh wow!" she exclaims, "I can see everything."
"Well, that was the general idea," I respond dryly.
"Oh yeah," she giggles. Grabbing my hand, she pulls it against her mound, commanding, "Hurry up, I want to feel good again."
"O.K., O.K.," I say, "don't get your knickers in a knot."
"Haven't got any," she giggles, "Hurry up."Insinuating my right arm between her and the seat, I trace her outer labia, saying, "These are your labia majora, which means 'big lips.' They protect the rest of your pussy and help to keep it clean."
Gently prying them apart, I continue, "Okay, inside you should be able to see two little strips of skin." I feel her nod against my chest. "They're your labia minora, or 'little lips,' or if you want to be really crude, your 'piss flaps.'" She giggles at the appellation, causing my fingers to slip deeper into the soft folds of her preteen vulva.
"Ooh," she murmurs with a delightful squirm. "Do that again."
"We'll get to that in a minute, little Miss Impatience," I reply chidingly. "Your little lips do pretty much the same job as the big ones, but do you see the little knob at the top where they join together?"
"Uh-huh," she nods, "that's my clit thingy, isn't it?"
"That's right," I say approvingly. "That's your clit, clitoris, clitty, love button, 'little man in a boat,' plus a few more names besides. Well, your inner lips stop it from chafing between the big ones and making you squirmy all the time."
"'Little man in a boat'?" she inquires.
"Well, don't you think it looks a bit like a canoe?"
"Oh yeah," she giggles. "What's that little hole just underneath him?"
"That's your pee hole," I reply, "and down here at the bottom," I cover her vaginal entrance with the tip of my finger and press gently, "is your vagina."
"Your penis wouldn't fit in there," she says disbelievingly, "it's way too small."
"You'd be surprised just how much it stretches," I reply. "How do you think the baby comes out?"
"It comes out of there?" she asks incredulously. "Wouldn't that hurt?"
"That's right, the baby comes out the same way it goes in," I say. "And yes, it does hurt. Quite a lot sometimes, but these days, doctors can make it so you don't feel it if you don't want to."
"Can you make your finger go in like a penis? I want to feel what it's like," she asks.
"Yes, but not just yet," I reply. "Remember how your finger dragged before? Well, you wouldn't want a Chinese burn in your pussy, would you?"
"No way!" she yelps, her hands snatching at my wrists.
"Don't worry," I chuckle. "You just need to be wet and slippery again."
She relaxes her death grip on my wrists and snuggles back against my chest. "Okay, you can make me feel good now."
Grinning at her matter-of-fact tone, and knowing it won't last, I begin to gently caress her upper thighs, lightly running my fingertips up her legs, stopping within millimeters of her waiting pussy lips, then dragging my fingernails back down to her knees. Almost immediately, tiny shudders begin to course through her body as she gives herself completely over to my touch.
By the third pass up and down her soft legs, I begin to smell the incredible scent of her rising arousal. Teasingly, I add brief, fleeting touches along her swelling labia, each flickering caress drawing a tiny moan from her slightly parted lips. Leaving my right hand to gently frolic over her warming mons, I trail the fingers of the other upwards over her belly, making the soft flesh quake with the new sensations that I am introducing into her responsive young body.
Arriving at my goal, I gently circle each tiny pink nipple once, then gently pinch one of these minute protuberances, receiving a sharp gasp for my troubles as her lithe young body arches with reaction.
Between her tender young thighs, her juices are beginning to flow freely, allowing me to begin a series of long, firm strokes from the base of her mons to the apex. My fingers, cushioned by her plump labia, gently crush her turgid clitoris, bringing a long, shuddering groan from her flushed throat.
Returning to the bottom of her tight little slit, I insinuate a finger between the slick, hairless lips of her pussy, gently probing at the entrance to her vagina. Like the tiny mouth of a suckling baby, it almost seems to draw my finger inwards, enveloping the first joint in a slick little tube of rippling flesh.
"Oh!" She finds voice, uttering a girlish squeak of pleasure as, for the very first time, she feels something penetrate her tiny elfin body. Keeping my finger curled to avoid damaging the fragile membrane of her hymen, I gently finger her tight, gripping sheath.
Each short stroke within her swollen pussy brings another throaty cry to her lips, her head lolling feebly from side to side. "Oh. Oh. Oh. OH!" She expels her breath almost explosively as I strum my thumb over the distended bulb of her clit. Within my arms, she writhes weakly, her entire being caught up in the powerful sensations radiating out from between her legs.
"Oh, something's happening!" she cries weakly. "Oh no, what is it? Oh. Ah. Please. Yes! No! Yes! No! More! Don't stop. Please. Oh God. Yesssss! Ah-ah-ah-ah-AH-AH-AH-AHHHhhhhh...." She gives voice to her orgasm with a long, shuddering, breathy cry.
Caught up in the throes of her climax, she thrashes her head from side to side as her tight, silken sheath rhythmically squeezes the tip of my finger. As her orgasm passes its peak, I slow, then stop my gentle finger-fucking, leaving my finger within her as I gently massage the top of her mound, where it curves back to meet her belly, with my thumb. Lifting my left hand to her forehead, I gently smooth her hair back, soothing her, letting her know that someone is there to hold her as she comes down from the most intense experience she has undergone in her young life.
"Oh boy," she finally breathes, "that was awesome."
"Something else, huh?" I whisper into her hair.
"And then some," she replies. "No wonder Mum doesn't want me to know about it. If I was a little kid, I'd be doing it all the time."
"And now?" I ask with a smile.
"Oh, probably only ten or twenty times a day," she giggles.
"Hedonist," I accuse, giving her clit and right nipple a flick with my thumbs.
She emits a little yelp in response to the impertinent touch, her hand sliding down to cover and protect the more sensitive point of attack. "Hey, you've only got a little bit of your finger in me," she cries in surprise.
"I didn't want to break your cherry," I explain.
"What's that?"
"A little piece of skin that blocks off most of your vagina to help keep it clean when you are young," I say. "It gets torn away the first time something is put deep into your vagina."
"Does it hurt?" she asks a little fearfully.
"That's difficult to say," I reply. "Some girls hardly feel it when it goes, others find it pretty bad, and some never notice it at all. A lot of it's got to do with how ready you are. If you're all dry and scared, it'll almost certainly hurt like hell. On the other hand, if you're really juicy and just about to pop off like you did a couple of minutes ago, you shouldn't have any trouble."
"My advice is to wait until you have plenty of time alone, and break it with the handle of a hairbrush or something similar while you're masturbating."
"What's that?"
"Playing with your pussy, so that you have an orgasm," I explain.
"Wha-"
"That really good feeling you got at the end," I interrupt the inevitable inquiry.
"A boy can do it with his penis, can't he?" she asks.
"Some girls like to do it that way," I reply. "To them, it's a symbol of becoming a woman. But if their lover isn't caring and gentle, it can turn what should be a beautiful experience into something filled with nothing but blood, pain, and disappointment."
"Does it bleed much?"
"There's always some blood, so you should be ready for it and not get it all over the sheets," I reply. "At least if you want to avoid any awkward questions from your mother."
"Yeah, that would be sort of hard to explain," she giggles. Then, with one of the mercurial changes of tack common to youth, she asks, "Do boys get that orgasm thingy too? Is that when the pus stuff comes out?"
"Yeah, boys get to feel good too," I chuckle. "But what you saw is not pus. It's nothing at all like it. What you saw come out of your brother's penis is called semen, and it has millions of tiny little cells in it called sperm. When one of them joins up with an egg cell inside a woman, it becomes what grows into a baby."
"And I start making eggs after I have my periods, right?" Vanessa asks.
"Exactly, your periods happen when your body is discarding the old lining of your womb, which is where the baby grows in your tummy. Every four weeks or so, a fresh lining grows inside it, and if your egg isn't fertilized, it gets rid of the old lining and starts making a new one."
"Can I look at your penis now?" she asks, having disposed of the subject of conception to her satisfaction.
"I don't see why not," I reply.
"I do," she giggles. "You gotta take your finger out. Hang on a sec, I wanna see what it looks like." She scrabbles around beneath herself for a second, looking for the mirror.
When she finds it, she angles it so that she can peer between her legs. After a few seconds of silent scrutiny, she asks, "Are you sure it stretches enough for a penis? It looks pretty full."
"Yep," I reply, "you just have to take it slow and gentle. My penis fits in my seven-year-old niece's pussy just fine. She loves it so much that her mum just about has to drag her off my lap when it's time to go home."
"Her mum knows about it?" Vanessa asks incredulously, twisting about to look into my face for any sign of duplicity. "Doesn't she get mad?"
"It's a special case," I grin. "My big sister's been fucking me since I was six and she was twelve, so when Christine caught us a couple of years ago, we let her join in the fun."
"Wow, you've been fucking her since she was five."
"Not quite," I reply. "That didn't happen till her sixth birthday. Before that, we just did things to help her get ready."You fucked your sister," she muses, and I can almost hear the wheels clicking in her head, "That means I could do it with my brother."
"Yes, you could. It gives you a convenient partner who nobody would suspect, so long as you both were careful. And you do have to be careful that nobody finds out, because people think brothers and sisters having sex together is almost as bad as children and grownups doing it."
"How come?"
"Because there's an increased risk that any baby they might have will be deformed. It's not a very great risk to start with, but if it goes on for a couple of generations, it does become very real. These days, however, the availability of safe and effective birth control makes it possible to have sex for fun without the risk of having a baby."
"Well, I don't have to worry about that yet," she says complacently.
Without warning, she suddenly reaches between us and secures a firm grip on my half-hard, but now rapidly growing member, saying, "Besides, he only gets to fuck me after you do, so I can tell him how to do it properly."
Her words finish the process that her touch began, leaving her with a fistful of throbbing, rock-solid prick. "You could have a long wait," I warn, "We won't get many chances to be alone together. Besides, you might meet a real spunk in the meantime."
"No way," she avows, "I know you'll do it right."
"I'd certainly do my best," I reply softly, "just don't cut yourself off from other options."
"Well, all right," she says, sounding unconvinced, "Now show me what to do to make you feel good."
"Well, to start with," I reply, "I'd like you to sit so I can look at your pussy."
"O.K.," she says, "but you can't touch it, 'cause I don't want to be distracted."
Assuming the posture that had gotten the whole situation under way in the first place - one leg drawn up onto the seat, the other on the floor - she shifts her grip to her right hand. "O.K. What next?"
Closing my hand over hers, I begin a slow up-and-down motion, saying, "Start off slowly like this. Relax your hand a little as you go down, and squeeze as you pull up. That's it, just like that."
Concentrating intently on her task, she quickly picks up on my instructions, the fingers of her small fist not quite able to meet as she rolls the foreskin back and forth over the shining crown of my prick. Within a very few strokes, as delightful shivers begin to course through my system, a dewy bead of precum begins to ooze from the tip.
"See that drop of moisture?" I say a little unsteadily, "It helps make things slippery like the juices your pussy makes. Use your thumb to smear it over my knob, especially that wrinkled bit. Oh, fuck, yes!" I gasp as her thumb makes contact with my frenulum.
A grin begins to spread across her features as she starts to realize the sort of power that she has over me. Leaning close to observe, she falls into a steady rhythm: Down, squeeze, pull, swipe with her thumb from the tiny slit in the end of my cock, down over the frenulum as she begins the next downstroke.
After half a minute or so, she looks up at me and says, "I'm running out of the slippery stuff," as the supply of precum begins to dry up.
"Dribble some spit on it," I gasp, leaning back with my eyes closed, "And start to go a little faster."
"Oh, fuck!" I cry, a few seconds later. Adlibbing on my instructions, she drools her spit into her left hand and cups it over the bloated knob of my prick. She begins to repeatedly squeeze my glans as if playing with a bar of soft soap, while she continues to pump on the shaft of my prick with the other hand.
Half a minute later, her right hand ceases pumping and instead scrubs the head of my cock in a tight circle in the palm of her left hand. "Oh, shit!" I yelp.
Seconds later, the meaning of the squelching sound that had been tickling at the edge of my consciousness becomes apparent. A veritable torrent of saliva cascades over my prick, and she works her hands, one after the other, down the length of my prick. For all the world, it feels almost as if I were entering a vagina, over and over again.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Fuck, that's good!" I cry, as the cum begins to boil up from my balls. "Rub it fast!" I cry, fumbling to close my hand over hers and guide it in a simple up-and-down motion, "I'm gonna cum."
Pushing my hand aside, she closes both fists around my shaft just behind the head, milking my prick as the first scalding blast of cum sears a path through my prick to erupt in a fountaining geyser of sperm.
"Oh!" I hear her half-disgusted cry of surprise through the orgasmic pounding in my ears.
Opening my eyes, I see that in her eagerness, she'd placed herself in the line of fire. A thick, gooey ribbon of jism runs from just below her right eye, across the bridge of her nose and left cheek to her ear.
"Keep going," I beg, as her hand begins to falter, the second burning gout of cum falling with a wet splat on the back of her hand and my thigh. "Don't stop, please."
Her grip tightens on my prick, and she resumes pumping her fist up and down. Then, as she discovers how slippery my cum is, she brings her left hand back to my prick, smearing the viscous white paste over the head, squeezing and swirling her fist in a way that makes me let out a howl of pure pleasure. "OH, FUCK, YES!"
Some unknowable time later, the mild chill of the jism cooling in my lap brings me back to earth. In front of me, Vanessa plays with the gooey film of cum coating her hands, a mixture of fascination and distaste on her sperm-beribboned face.
Seeing that I'm looking at her, she pulls a face and declares, "That was gross."
"Well, you were the one who got in the way," I chuckle, "Besides, I think you look pretty sexy with my cum all over your face."
"It's still gross," she giggles.
"Sexy, gross," I do my best Yiddish accent, "It's got to go, your mother'd have kittens if she saw you now."
"Kittens, shmittens," Vanessa throws back, "She'd have a whole bloody zoo. Can you get my tissues?" she asks, holding her sticky hands up by way of explanation.
While I work on getting enough of the sticky cum out of my body hair to dress, Vanessa scrubs her hands clean, following my example of tossing the damp tissues on the floor. Then, as I'm working on a particularly matted section, Vanessa remarks, "You're right, it is pretty sexy."
I look up to see her scrutinizing her face in the little hand mirror, tilting it from side to side to observe the full extent of her inadvertent facial. Feeling my eyes on her, she looks up, "You can do it all on me next time if you like."
The thought sends a certain thrill through my groin, but the flesh is weak, and apart from a slight stirring, my prick remains quiescent. Which, as it turns out, is for the best. As I reach into the back for Vanessa's clothes, I catch sight of my watch.
"Shit, it's a quarter to five, we've got to get a move on," I yelp, tossing her knickers at her, while scrabbling after her top and skirt. Turning back with them in hand, I find that she has made no move to put them on, instead, she is twirling them on a finger.
"Wanna souvenir?"
"God, yes," I breathe, thinking of future masturbatory delights, "but how are you going to explain coming home with no knickers to your mum?"
"No problem," she says, throwing them to me, "I got the ones Jenny was wearing in my bag."
"Thanks," I say, lifting them to my nose, "they'll help me have a really good wank tonight."
"Yuck!" she cries, "They're stinky."
"Mmmm, stinky, sexy little girl," I say, taking a deep breath of her incredible scent. "Speaking of stinky little girls," I go on, "you're still leaking."
Giving her no time to object, I wipe the scrap of cloth in my hand through her crotch, soaking up the residue of her earlier orgasm.
"Eew, gross!" she giggles, while lying back to present me with an even more obscene spread.
I take one last swipe from the base of her cleft to the top, then lightly slap her rounded, upthrust mound, "Enough, we've got to get you home now."
Pouting, she starts to scramble into her clothes, while I struggle to pull my pants back on. As I'm buttoning my shirt, I have to work with the distraction of her fragrant little pussy mere inches from my nose as she delves into the back for her knickers. Unable to resist, I turn and plant a quick kiss on the pouting lips, caught between her thighs.
"Eew, gross," she cries, slithering back into the front seat, fortunately with the knickers in hand. "How could you do that?"
"You'd be surprised what I could do if we had the time," I return with an unabashed grin, and lick my lips. "You're pretty tasty, stinky girl."
"You're gross," she accuses me.
"You bet," I grin, "Put your seatbelt on. Oh, and those too," I point at the knickers still in her hand.
"How?" she asks, "Or am I supposed to drive?"
As I shuffle across the seat, and she crawls over my lap, I take the opportunity to flip up the back of her skirt and deliver one final penny whack to her cute little behind.
"What's a hedonist?" she asks out of the blue, as she clicks her seatbelt into place.
"Someone who lives for pleasure," I explain, "so much so that they go out of their way to look for it."
Following her directions, we quickly cover the final kilometer to her house. As I pull up in front of her house and turn to say goodbye, she gives me a wicked grin, and demonstrates quite comprehensively that she is still not wearing her knickers. Flipping up the front of her skirt, she holds it against her belly with her arms, and pulls her pussy wide open. With the light of the setting sun streaming in through my window to illuminate it, I can see all the way up to the delicate membrane of her hymen glistening with the juices of her continued arousal."Look at me, I'm a hedonist," she giggles, her finger twirling around the stiff little bulb of her clit.
"And an exhibitionist too," I growl. "Now get, stinky girl, before I grab you and we end up rooting on the front lawn like a couple of dogs."
"Sounds like fun," she giggles. "We'll have to try that sometime."
"Get!" I growl, taking her bag from the back seat and holding it out to her.
With a final giggle, she pushes her skirt back over her lap and takes it from me. "Here, keep these too," she says, stuffing a pale blue scrap of nylon into my hand. "And you can smell Jenny too."
Taking care to keep herself covered, she slides out of the car, and with a backward wave goodbye, she scampers up to the front door of her house.
Though I know I should be going, I wait to see her through the front door, receiving one final treat as she drops her bag on the porch. With a quick glance around to be sure that the coast is clear, she points her rear at me and bends with straight legs to retrieve her keys from her bag, revealing the bottom half of her tiny pussy to my frightened gaze.
As she straightens, she gives me a final wave, and I, with my heart in my throat, return it weakly. However, as I look around as I pull out, I realize that my fears had been groundless, with nothing but the gap between two houses opposite her front porch, and shrubs to either side, there was no one but myself to see her little exhibition.
One final heart palpitation remains, though, as I continue down the street a car turns a corner behind me and pulls into her drive. We'd beaten her parents home by less than five minutes. | 4 |
2,223 | The New York Jamboree: Best View in the House | "I'm sure you know Steve Brand, Sir. He's managing this attraction now," the Mayor's pretty executive assistant told him.
"I certainly do, Liz," he answered with a smile. "It's nice to see you again, Steve. Congratulations on the way the ride turned out. It's great to watch it in operation at last. Those girls seem to be really enjoying themselves . . . ." He paused.
Steve laughed. "Judging by the screams, I'd have to agree! The packing plant will be working overtime as well, filling all those export orders. You had a great idea, Sir, putting the two together like that."
The Mayor smiled modestly. "I just wish I could stay longer and watch the fun. But some of my young assistants can't wait to get rid of me, so they can try some of those things out for themselves. Isn't that right, Liz?"
Liz blushed. "Yes, Sir." She fidgeted prettily, obviously more than a little excited.
"And what about you, Nancy? Are you one of the lucky ones?" Nancy needed to catch her breath after watching yet another girl being transformed instantly into two very separate sides of meat. Her heart was pounding. That roller-coaster was exactly the thing of her dreams. She imagined herself riding it again and again until . . . but it might even happen the first time round! The thought of that blade slicing right through her body was incredible. She could barely conceal her excitement. If she watched any more of this, she was going to explode. Would she feel the touch of the blade against her clitoris? It happened so fast, and then there was only meat that would feel nothing at all. But they said time stood still at moments like that. Maybe it would all seem to happen in slow motion, and she would feel everything! The Mayor was looking at her, smiling. Did he know what she was thinking?
"Y-yes, Sir. I hope so, Sir."
"Well done, Nancy. I always knew you'd be perfect for an occasion like this."
"Oh, thank you, Sir," Nancy breathed, remembering several occasions when his generously proportioned cock had given her pussy a very good workout indeed, after which he had often enjoyed complimenting her on the quality of her cunt fillet.
"And me, Sir," Gina injected. Gina wanted desperately to be included with her friends. They did everything together, even if what they did was never her idea. She didn't like to think about becoming meat, but then meat didn't think, did it! So there was really nothing to worry about. At least, that's what Liz said. She said the excitement would make you come, and after that you wouldn't feel anything. Especially what happened to your meat. She was probably right. It looked awfully scary though.
"You too, Gina? You are hardly old enough."
"I know, Sir. It's just, the three of us decided, I mean . . . ." The way she looked at him with her doe-like hazel eyes was almost as much as a man could stand. Where did all these marvelous creatures appear from! No sooner had one of them managed to get herself harvested, than there seemed always to be three more clamoring to take her place.
"I know, my dear. It's just how it is. Never mind," He said with a sigh. You couldn't afford to get too attached to the meat, however delectable it seemed at the time. In the end, it was all for roasting. Or grilling. Or whatever.
"If you'll come this way, Sir, I'll show you where we handle the meat from the Wall," Steve told him. "You girls can come along too. I'm sure you'll enjoy the special Viewing Gallery." The walkway went directly from the main roller-coaster viewing platform to just past the right corner of the Wall of Death, then turned to enter the meat processing building, which was like a large warehouse attached to the back of the Wall. They found themselves on a large platform inside the building. It was high above the process floor, just in front of them was a fenced-off area rather like a cattle enclosure, full of chattering, giggling naked girls. Each of the girls wore a numbered meat processing tag through the ring in her cunt lip. As the Mayor and his entourage entered, six of the human cattle were herded out of the enclosure and up a steel staircase to the left, towards a partitioned-off walkway that ran along the inside of the Wall. Liz felt extremely self-conscious, with her own meat processing tag hidden beneath her elegant business outfit. She wished she was naked like the other human cattle in the enclosure. It was hard to resist the temptation to strip and join them.
Without her clothes, nobody could distinguish her from the common cattle. She was proud of her body. Every day she looked at herself in the mirror and imagined how she would look on a barbecue spit, her skin browning beautifully as she roasted over the flames, her erect nipples crisping in the searing heat, while the heat of the spit cooked her cunt fillet to perfection. She felt an irresistible urge to reach that inevitable moment when she would simply be delicious, wonderful, well-cooked meat. Unconsciously her hands brushed her breasts, feeling the sensuous white silk of her blouse caress the firmness of her nipples.
Steve was pointing to the right, where another steel staircase ran down from the platform, under the steeply sloping, transparent-walled meat conveyor, to the floor of the process area, where butchers sawed and chopped noisily at the large sides of still-warm meat, reducing them to familiar-looking, hygienically packaged cuts. "That's where we keep the extra stock for the viewing gallery," Steve told them, indicating the enclosure. "We will see the gallery in a moment." He pointed up to the left. "As you see, the meat conveyors are boxed in for hygiene reasons, and there's a constant stream of water under each conveyor to flush the blood away. It's very clean and efficient."
"Yes, I remember the discussion about that, Steve." The Mayor paused for a moment. "And I suppose the meat from the viewing gallery gets fed in to the same conveyors, at the top?" "That's right, Sir. We'll go up now, and I'll show you it working." They watched for a moment as another side of meat was carried slowly down by the conveyor towards the process floor, with its arm dangling loosely, and a very pretty looking breast. Definitely a C cup, Liz decided, as she reflected that moments ago this had actually been a girl. Curious, the girls followed Steve and the Mayor up the steel staircase to the viewing gallery. From below it had looked quite narrow, but actually it was at least twelve feet across. An attendant was helping the last of the batch of girls into position. They all lay face down with their heads through circular ports in the wall, holding grab bars under each of the windows, their bare bottoms forming a delightfully tempting row. The attendant pressed a button and a clamp locked the last girl's ankles to a kind of carriage, fixed to a vertical post.
Liz saw that the ankle carriage was mounted on a kind of vertical rail, which curved to join an overhead conveyor that ran the length of the gallery. She got the idea. Those girls were going to be meat, and the conveyor was to take the meat down to the processing area. But she couldn't quite work out how it was going to happen. The six helpless girls fidgeted excitedly, holding the vertical grab bars below their viewing ports. Everybody could hear the extraordinary 'ssssnick' of the blade each time a girl was carried up the wall and sliced, and seconds later the bang as the bloody sides of meat entered the building on the conveyor. Liz shuddered with excitement every time she heard the terrible sounds of another girl becoming meat. "Now if you look carefully, you will notice that each girl has been prepared in an identical manner. They all have a perfect view as each girl is carried up to the blade and sliced. It's what we like to call the Best View in the House!"
Just then they heard another terrible 'sniiiick' and loud screams on the other side of the wall. Suddenly one of the motorized runners started moving upward, carrying the headless body of the third girl along. Liz watched, fascinated as her still twitching meat was carried away by its ankles towards the side of the building, and then into the boxed-in conveyor leading down to the process area. "H-h-how did you do that?" Liz asked, trembling.
"There's a random setting," Steve told her cheerfully. "It makes it more exciting for the girls. Every few times a girl gets sliced on the wall, a guillotine blade comes down in one of the viewing ports. It gives us more meat to work with in the process area, and of course we get an intact cunt fillet every time."
"Oh, I see," she answered, squirming nervously as she imagined what it must be like to be clamped into one of those ports and look down the wall, knowing that every time a girl was sliced by that awful blade, she was barely a second away from the fall of a guillotine blade. A frisson of pleasure ran through her as another girl's headless body moved smoothly away, dripping blood from its neatly severed neck. "So what are the chances for the girls up here," she insisted curiously.
"Oh, one girl per batch for every two or three we harvest on the Wall of Death," he answered."That's about one for every eighteen girls who take the roller-coaster ride."
"But you aren't letting the others go!" Liz protested. "That's true, but those are all from reserve stock. They are all due for processing, and we need the meat to fill our order books. We just leave them in place and bring up more stock to fill the empty positions. It's different when we get volunteers from the Jamboree. Then we release the rest of the batch each time." The girls watched, fascinated, as another headless nude was hauled up and away. Liz looked at Nancy, who could hardly conceal her own excitement. Her cunt was obviously dripping with it. "Er, Steve, there are three places free, and there are three of us. Can we try it?" Liz asked.
Gina wished Liz hadn't suggested that. She was always the one who got them into trouble. But her own pussy was so wet that she hardly felt like protesting. That was why they were here, after all. "I don't see why not. I will stop the run while you get ready." He pulled a lever. "Just leave your clothes on the floor, and the attendants will tidy them up later." Nancy was the first to be ready, and Steve beckoned her forward. The Mayor smiled at the trio of nude girls. Each had lovely firm breasts. Any one of them would look perfect on a spit, he thought. With their meat processing tags dangling from their cunt rings and their smooth shaved lips glistening with cunt juice, they looked exactly like the rest of the stock cattle. But when you had fucked a girl as often as he had fucked these three, you could imagine how she probably felt.
He grew hard at the thought of their delightful cunts. Gina was the most timid, but she had the silkiest cunt he could remember, and as for her inner muscles! Her cunt fillet was going to be something very special indeed. "Just lie down there, and I'll get you fixed up in a moment. Hold the grab bars under your window," Steve told her. Nancy shivered as he pressed the button that closed the clamps around her ankles. She gripped the grab bars tightly. Liz was next, and then Gina. Padded clamps closed over their pretty necks. Liz could barely move, but it was true. She had a perfect view down the wall. The Mayor viewed the row of six pretty, nude and quivering bottoms, wishing he had a cane. Nancy gasped as girls hurtled down the roller coaster towards the wall. It was amazing to watch from above as they disappeared into the tunnel. She wondered when she was going to see one get sliced. Suddenly she yelled with excitement as one of the girls was carried up the wall at incredibly speed, she saw right between her parted legs where the pink flesh of her open cunt was presented to the blade.
As it went straight through the girl without pausing, Nancy's hair stood on end. It was incredible to watch from just a few feet away! She had never felt so scared in her life as the blade below snicked through the girl's neck, and it fell into the chute opening below, while the two sides of meat that were all that was left of her swung from side to side as they disappeared through the wall on the conveyor. Liz screamed as the girl was sliced into two parts; or rather three, counting her previously pretty head. Gina was screaming as wildly as if she was heading for the blade herself, submerged in thundering waves of pleasure. It was utterly fantastic. She had never experienced anything like this! Steve smiled at the Mayor. "Are you ready, Sir?"
"Go ahead, Steve. I've been looking forward to this."
"If it's all right with you, Sir, I'll leave your girls there until we have harvested one of them." "Of course, Steve. I wouldn't deprive them of the pleasure."
"Oh my God!" Liz gasped. This was not one in six, it was suddenly one in three! Even if one of the common cattle was guillotined first, they would have to stay until one of them was guillotined.
"No, please, not like this!" Gina exclaimed, struggling fiercely as she realized that one of them was going to be meat in a few moments' time. It wasn't fair. But she felt another climax coming at any moment.
"Right girls, we are starting now." Steve returned the lever to the 'go' position. Nancy shivered with excitement. Liz struggled tentatively, gripping the bars as tightly as she could. The girls on the roller coaster seemed unaware of what was happening on the wall as first one, then another screaming girl met the blade and separated into two dripping halves. A scoop appeared from the wall beneath her, but she was relieved to see that there were also scoops under all six of the girls. Another girl hurtled up the wall, her body met the blade and parted. Gina exploded in the wildest orgasm yet when she saw the scoop appear below her head while the separated halves of the luckless girl were carried up and away. There was an odd, unfamiliar sound above her. She was suddenly looking up at blood gushing from someone's neck. She was falling! Oh no! That was her own body gushing blood up there, even if she was still in the middle of a climax, then everything faded. She heard a 'thunk' as her head landed on the pile down below.
Liz screamed as she climaxed instantly and suddenly she saw something fall out of the corner of her eye - oh no! it was Gina's head. Her neck was gushing like a fountain! The padded collar released Liz and the clamps opened. Shaking and barely able to stand, she got to her feet while Gina's headless body, suspended by her ankles and still twitching, moved steadily on the overhead conveyor towards the nearest meat conveyor. "Well girls, what do you think?" The Mayor asked cheerily. "Was that exciting enough?"
Uncomprehending for a moment, Liz stared at him. "Uh, exciting, Sir?" Her eyes lit up. "It was fantastic. I'm still coming down from the climax I had."
"Excellent, girls," the Mayor beamed. "That's just what I wanted to hear." Just then the attendant escorted three more girls into the gallery and began to fasten them in position. The Mayor watched for a moment, then turned to Steve. "What's next, Steve?"
"I thought you'd like to see the processing area, and maybe you'd like a sample or two for your freezer?"
"That will be great." The two remaining members of the Mayor's entourage followed him and Steve towards the butchering area, where expert workers were busy slicing the sides of meat into familiar looking cuts, except Gina's of course. They gathered round and watched, while a butcher cut neatly around Gina's cunt fillet and removed it. He presented it on greaseproof paper to the Mayor. "Would you care for a souvenir, Sir? I believe you knew the young lady."
"That's very good of you, young man. I would appreciate that very much." The butcher wrapped the meat again in a transparent pack, and made a show of marking it with the batch number from Gina's cunt lip ring. Then he added a small leaflet and packed them into a cardboard box with a convenient carrying handle. "Right you are, Sir. I've enclosed some recipe suggestions. Very spicy, if you like that kind of thing."
The Mayor noticed his name tag. "I appreciate that, Graham. That was very neat work."
"Thank you, Sir." Steve escorted them out the back of the process area to where the Mayor's car was waiting. Liz couldn't take her mind off how quickly it had all happened. Minutes ago they were talking to Gina, and now the Mayor was walking out with her cunt fillet. Liz's heart pounded at the thought of how easily it might have been hers. She felt a fierce tingling between her legs. Her own cunt fillet was not in a box. Not yet. | 3 |
2,261 | Showing my Younger Daughter How | "Come here, Suzy," I said, "I promised your little sister I'd show her how I squirt the white stuff that makes babies in your vagina."
"But Daddy!" the little 12-year-old squealed, "My period's next week. What if I..."
"Get pregnant? Have a baby?" I finished for her.
Chrissie nodded.
"That's the idea," I said. "I promised your sister I would show her how babies were made, and can you think of a better way to show her than by doing it?" I motioned to Suzy to spread her legs a little bit more so that I could get between them.
Suzy looked at me, kind of surprised. I mean, after all the lessons about precautions and how to avoid getting pregnant, to have her own father actually impregnate her was a big step for such a little girl.
Diane was watching with eyes as big as saucers. "Are you really going to do it?" she asked. "Are you really going to make a baby in Suzy?"
"Uh-huh," I said, as I felt the familiar tightness of my daughter's cunny surround the head of my cum-leaking penis. I pushed in a little more, bringing a gasp from Suzy and an echoing gasp from her little sister as she watched my engorged penis vanish into her big sister's body.
"You too," I continued, as I inched more and more of my cock into her sister, "if you want me to, that is."
Feeling my big cock inside her tight little slit is always enough to get Suzy to cum. This time was no different. I had barely bottomed out in the little girl when I saw ripples run down her flat little tummy, and her vagina started squeezing on my fat cock like a milking machine. It was too much for me, too.
"Look," I groaned, "Daddy's going to do it. Your father is going to squirt the thick, sticky white stuff up in his little girl's belly and get her pregnant. Oh, Suzy! Daddy loves you very much. Take your father's sperm in that cute little tummy of yours, and let me make a baby in my little girl. Oh, Suzy. Oh. Oh! Oooohoooohhhhh!"
"Do it, Daddy," encouraged the object of my incestuous lust. "Fuck me and knock me up. Please, Daddy. Please?"
The thought that my little girl actually WANTED me to get her pregnant was too much. I began spouting gout after thick, sticky gout of incestuous sperm in my own daughter's tightly squeezing vagina as I did my best to reproduce in my own daughter. Suzy worked just as hard, trying to accomplish the same end.
All good things have to end sometime, and good sex seems to last for shorter periods than most good times. Still, I wouldn't trade the pleasure I got from knocking up my own daughter for all the money in the world. I finally pulled my wilting, cum-dribbling penis from the body of my eldest daughter.
"See," I said to Diane, "that sticky white stuff dribbling out of your sister is the stuff that makes babies in little girls if they're not careful. In a few minutes, if you're good, I'll make a baby in you, too."
"Really, Daddy?" asked the little 10-year-old. "Promise?"
Knowing the little girl had been having periods for over 3 months already, I felt safe in answering, "Promise." | 2 |
2,280 | A short interlude with nieces III | "Uh, is Uncle Fred really going to do it to me?" I asked; looking down at where the enormous member of my uncle was about to slide into my crack. Somehow, even after watching my handsome uncle impregnate both of my sisters, and even getting on the bed so he could climb between *my* legs an hour later, I just couldn't quite believe my mother would let me do it too. After all, for most of my life I've watched my two big sisters repeatedly get to do things that I was shut out of because I was, "Too young." That Momma would let me actually fuck her brother and even have his baby, was almost unbelievable.
Yes, I know what happens when a man ejaculates his sperm in a woman, like it looked like my uncle was about to do to me ... she gets a baby in her tummy. I'd wanted a baby in mine, ever since I learned about such things from Mrs Galloway in Sex Ed, about a month before I had my first period and knew it was possible. That Momma would actually *allow* me to have one, (and with Uncle Fred too!) was mind-blowing ... but if you think I said anything to make her think twice about letting me, then you're crazier than I am.
Mom started to answer at about the same time it became obvious that Uncle Fred WAS. I groaned as the enormous member started inside me. It HURT a little, in spite of my practice with the toothbrush holder. Uncle Fred's prick is bigger than anything I've ever had in me down there. But I somehow managed to grit my teeth and not say a word. I didn't want Momma stopping me from finally getting in on the adult things like my two big sisters were. Thankfully, Uncle Fred isn't as big as those porno stars I'd seen him and Momma watching on TV that night ... I'd have been ripped open for sure. It STILL hurt a little though, each time my uncle inched another tiny bit of his penis into my body, where it would (hopefully) soon be squirting my womb full of his sperm, like that diagram Mrs. Galloway showed us. God, I couldn't wait. Thank Goodness, Momma had Uncle Fred promise to impregnate me as often as he can, in case I don't catch the first time.
"Oh God! I can't help it ... she's too TIGHT," groaned Uncle Fred; suddenly jamming himself in HARD into me, before I could worry that he might decide to pull out. I couldn't help letting out a small yelp, as I felt my uncle's prick swell, then flex, then swell again, as an almost painful look twisted his face. I figured from watching him do my two sisters that he was probably squirting his sperm in my tummy right then. God, what a disappointment! I wanted to FEEL each thick white squirt of my uncle's sperm jetting into my body, as we worked together to make a baby. Just the thought that he WAS doing just that though, was enough to make my cunny clamp and squeeze on my uncle's prick, like I hadn't known it could; milking each precious drop of his potent seed into my womb where it belonged.
When we finished, I looked down in satisfaction at the gooey mess Uncle Fred had made in my crotch, while I knew that millions of his sperm were even then squirming up inside my tummy, getting me pregnant with my own uncle's baby (or, delicious thought, babies). With any luck, We not only could have this kid together, but two or three more, as long as Momma doesn't mind.
No, older kids may think that a nine-year-old girl like me is just too young to fuck my uncle, take his baby-making sperm right up in my tummy like an adult, and even have my own uncle's babies ....
.... But that doesn't (and didn't) stop me from doing it anyway.
Feeling your own handsome uncle's thick prick swelling and jerking his life-giving sperm into your hole, while he spasms your tummy full of his babies, is a sensation that every girl should be allowed to feel at least once, before she starts high-school and is too old for such things. Thank Goodness Momma and Uncle Frank both appreciate what this sort of thing means to a girl like me. | 4 |
2,282 | Can I? Two. | "Oh, God," I moaned. "I'm going to cum." My daughter's tight little slit was chewing and sucking on my prick in an embrace that would have to be felt to be believed. I felt a familiar tingling, and knew I would soon experience relief ... in my own ten-year-old little girl's belly, if I didn't pull out pretty quick!
"Can I come in her?" I asked, sparing a glance from Tanya's bare tummy and tightly stretched slit underneath, to look over at my wife.
Ginny, still in starched dress and sweater, didn't change expression from the "teacher" look she had been wearing all afternoon. How she could stare at the erotic things going on in her bedroom, without getting aroused and passionate, I'll never know. "You might get her pregnant," she warned me. Not, "Don't you dare!" or more unbelievably, "Do it!" but just an almost observational comment, like warning me that drinking coffee might keep me awake.
I pushed up harder in Tanya, at the incredibly obscene thought of getting my own daughter pregnant. At ten years old, there's not MUCH chance of that ... but Tanya HAD already started menstruating. I tried desperately to remember when ... but got distracted.
"What's happening, Momma?" asked Tanya, as my already engorged prick got even harder inside her. Even if I pulled out now, I knew that SOME pre-cum and probably even a few sperm were already inside the child's possibly fertile young womb. Oh God, just let me cum in her ... just once. Please? That's all I ask.
"You remember that white-stuff in Daddy's prick I told you about? ... The stuff that makes babies?"
"Uh .... Uhhh ... huh." Tanya's grunting acknowledgment was timed to my thrusts inside her.
"Daddy's going to squirt some of that white stuff up in your tummy, and get you pregnant, OK, Honey?"
"Uh, Uh, Uh." It wasn't clear if the girl's reply was just acknowledgment again, or agreement for me to "do it."
"Oh God," I moaned. I did it. Yes, I came in my own little girl, squirting thick white jets of baby-making seed at the child's womb, as I actually did my best to breed my own daughter. At that moment, I didn't care if Tanya was only ten years old, and far too young to have a child yet ... all I wanted was to ejaculate as much sperm as I could in the little girl, as my body once again did its best to reproduce ... even if the woman I was trying to reproduce in was my own eldest daughter.
God, did that feel good. Surprisingly, instead of pulling away once she knew I was cumming inside her, filling her tight little belly full of the stuff that makes babies, Tanya actually pushed back at me, forcing my prick to the root in her belly, where it sent squirt after thick white squirt splashing against her uterus. I felt the knob of my daughter's cervix rubbing against the tip of my penis, and was taken with the thought I was cumming that far up inside her, and so close to her womb. Well, if it was possible to get her pregnant, I knew I just had.
Thankfully, Tanya WAS only ten years old ... and so quite unlikely to catch, unless we repeated this. Something I immediately vowed would never happen ... now that my prick had spent itself in the child, and sanity returned. Yes, it WAS the most fantastic sex I had ever had ... and with my own daughter too. But no, I vowed then and there that I would NOT repeat this. This was way too risky doing even once.
My wife though, had other ideas.
"Feel your father's penis shrinking in you?" she asked.
"Yes, Momma." Now that I wasn't pounding her pussy, Tanya could speak normally.
"Squeeze it tightly, so when Daddy pulls out, you'll keep as much of his sperm inside your vagina as you can."
"Yes Momma."
"From now on, I want you girls to tell me if your father doesn't fuck you and cum in you like this at least once a day. That way, you'll get pregnant as soon as possible."
"Pregnant, Momma?"
"Have a baby. Your father has promised to get each of you girls pregnant as often as possible over the next few years."
I opened my mouth to object, but Ginny didn't give me the chance. "You HAD your chance to pull out," she reminded me sternly. "You should have thought of what might happen back THEN."
"But ... but ...," I spluttered. What about NOW? Just because I did it once, doesn't mean I HAD to keep on doing it, did it?
"That's enough!" she snapped. When Ginny is in THAT kind of mood, I know better than to raise objections. There WOULD be plenty of time later to bring up the subject though.
... Or would there?
"Now don't forget," she scolded me, "you have TWO daughters, and Maria isn't going to be able to wait until she's ten years old, now that she's seen you fucking her big sister."
I turned the other way, and looked into my youngest daughter's nine-year-old cool green eyes that were all abrim with excitement. "Please Daddy?" she pleaded. "Can I? I want to do it RIGHT NOW."
"Yes, Dear. Your father is going to slide his penis right up inside your cunny, slide it in and out, fuck you with his baby-making prick, cum inside you, pump his sperm in your womb, keep your vagina filled with his seed until you get pregnant, and fill your tummy with his babies as often as you want him from now on ... just like he just did your big sister ... Won't you Don?"
I didn't have the energy to object. Besides, my prick had gone from flaccid-scared after cumming in Tanya, to hard-as-a-brick erect at the thought of cumming in Maria. I just couldn't help myself.
Well ... Could YOU help yourself if your own nubile young daughters came begging you and their mother to teach them how to make babies? No, NOT "Where babies come from?" They already KNEW that. How to DO it ... fuck and make babies with their own father. They wanted to practice both making and having babies. Obviously my wife was going to see to it that each of our sexy little girls got a LOT of it. | 2 |
2,285 | Daddy, Please? | "Daddy, please?"
I'm weak. I never could resist my little girl, when she gave me that innocent, pleading look. To hear her beg, you'd think she was dying of thirst, and just wanted a tiny drop of water, before she withered up and died. Only what the little girl wanted, wasn't water to drink.
My wife, of course, was no help, even in this. "Oh, go ahead, Don," she almost choked with laughter. "You can see the kid really wants it."
"But, but ...," I spluttered.
I looked down at where our almost naked 6-year-old had crawled into bed with me and my wife. The little pre-schooler had her father's (my) fat, swollen, and treacherous penis in her hot little hand, mouth open, and almost ready to take the prick inside her mouth. It was only fast reactions that had prevented the little girl from already taking several inches in her now-pouting little mouth. Sandy seemed SO disappointed that I wasn't letting her do something that would drive most kids away in horror at the very thought of ... sucking their own father's prick.
"Please, Daddy," she repeated. "I'll make it feel REAL good for you, I promise!"
I had no doubt about that. Even the worst and most inexperienced blow-job I ever had, was right-on. Having my own little girl TRYING to make it feel good for me, would be twenty times the erotic fantasy that even an experienced hooker "doing her duty" to a customer would ever be.
"Uh ...." Once again, I looked over at my wife for support, and received none. Marin's eyes danced with glee, as she saw me caught in my own trap. After all, *I* was the one who read stories about little girls who liked sex, and insisted that they were true ... or at least, could be true. To be accosted by our own child trying to prove *my own* point to *me*, seemed to her to be poetic justice, of a kind.
"Thanks, Daddy!" Without waiting further for parental permission that I seemed unable to give, the little girl took my absence of denial for consent. Suddenly I wasn't able to think clearly any more, as a hot wet, WONDERFUL something surrounded the head of my penis, and started moving around it. That something, was my own little girl's mouth.
"Oh God," I moaned; involuntarily clutching the child's head, and moving her back and forth, so her sucking mouth slid up and down on my swollen penis like some expensive imitation of a vagina.
"See, Daddy," commented Sandy, temporarily pulling back and taking her mouth off my prick so she could talk, "I told you I'd make it feel good for you." With that, my daughter returned to sucking my prick with gusto, until I started feeling the tingles in the head that presaged a full blown ejaculation, like I hadn't had in days. Where or how the little girl had learned to do this so well, and why she even WANTED to do what most girls thought was nasty and obscene ... especially girls her age ... sucking the thing her father PEED out of, like it was the finest candy ....
"Oh God," I repeated. "I'm going to cum."
Sandy didn't stop sucking. If anything, the little girl started moving faster, and I felt her tiny tongue swirling around the head of my prick, and poking into the pee-hole.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth!" I warned her, even louder this time. "Sandy!"
Sandy just looked up at me, eyes wide open and smiling the way only a child's eyes can smile.
"I'm going to squirt my cum in your mouth," I amplified. "You'd better stop now." I figured it was bad enough letting my little girl suck my prick, without having her grossed-out or even throw up when I ejaculated my semen in her mouth. However much the child liked to actually suck prick (and from her actions, even I was starting to become a believer that Sandy actually DID like what she was doing ... The "Mmmm"'s and mewls of appreciation were all too like the kind the child made when eating her favorite ice-cream or other foods) I just KNEW that ejaculating thick white cum out of my prick into her mouth would be such a nasty and traumatic event, the little girl might end up turned-off from sex for the rest of her life. Heck, even seasoned whores rarely let Johns cum in their mouths; and those who did, usually spit it out as fast as they could. Only in sex-films, did it seem that women actually liked tasting cum. And everybody knows how fake THOSE are. I couldn't do such a thing to my own daughter. I wanted the little girl to LIKE sex. And to top it off, I would forever feel guilty if I took a child who actually LIKED oral sex, and turned her into hating it, by doing such a nasty thing as cumming in her mouth, while she was being so nice to ME by sucking my prick.
Forcing myself to pull away, I took Sandy's head in mine and pulled her off me. No way could I ruin her life, for my own pleasure.
Only ... Sandy looked up at me, tears in her eyes at my forcing her to stop. "Please, Daddy?" she asked. "I want to taste it. Please, just this once?"
Again, my wife didn't give me any support. "Oh, go ahead," she responded to my silent plea for her backing. "You can SEE that she wants it, so why not? It's not as if you were forcing her, or did it unexpectedly."
"Please, Daddy?"
I'm sorry to say, I did it. Like I said, I never could resist my little girl. With great aching heaves and splurts, I felt surge after surge of thick greasy cum ripple through the tube on the bottom of my prick, once Sandy returned to sucking and slurping on it. And, instead of being disgusted and pulling away when her father started ejaculating his seed in her mouth, my daughter actually forced her head forward two more inches, so that almost three quarters of my prick was in her mouth; and I was almost ejaculating my cum right down her throat. Surge after surge, blast after blast. It seemed my cum would never stop squirting.
But finally it did. I knelt there in weary amazement, as the child lapped up the overflow that had escaped her mouth when my heavy ejaculations were too fast for her to swallow. Licking around the base of my prick, she cleaned up every drop; making hums and mewls of appreciation for the taste, as if it was the finest of ambrosia or (her favorite) ice-cream. Then she popped my wilting prick back into her mouth, and nursed it until it finally wilted into a nubbin.
"Thanks, Daddy!" she told me; emphasizing her gladness, with a big hug and sloppy kiss (that tasted faintly of semen). "I told you, you would like it; can we do it again; please, Daddy, please, please, please?" she ran her sentences happily together in the exuberance only little girls can have. "I'll make it feel REAL good for you next time," she promised.
And that (of course) was just the start.
I was just starting to ease down from one of the most incredible sex-experiences of my life, where my own baby girl gave me about the best blow-job I'd ever gotten. (No, as blow-jobs go, Sandy's inexperience would normally have placed her on the BOTTOM of the list for technique and ability. Several times she had accidentally caught the glans of my prick with her teeth, and twice she had almost gagged while actually seeming to TRY to deep-throat me, in a manner that even women three times her age would be hard-put to do. No, what made the sex so good, was first, it was my own little girl ... the one I would do ANYTHING for, except hurt somebody else. Second, it was her enthusiasm. Sandy didn't do the blow-job to impress anybody. She didn't do it for money, fame, or as a duty. Sandy did it because she LIKED me, her own father, wanted me to feel good, and [unbelievable as it seemed at first] because she LIKED to do it.) Sex, ANY sex, is wonderful, unless one person is forcing another. Then it's horror incarnate. That's the main reason I had been so reluctant to give in to my little girl's request. I was afraid she was being pressured somehow into doing this ... by my wife, by some girlfriend (Little girls CAN be quite nasty and catty at times.) or (worst of all) by some unspeakable pervert who had some terrible hold over her. Once it became crystal clear that Sandy really wanted to do this ON HER OWN, without somebody forcing her to do it, then it became impossible for me to resist ... or to enjoy far more than a man ever should enjoy molesting his little girl.
Which brought up the next point: WHO was the Son-of-a-BITCH, who had taught my innocent little girl to WANT to suck a man's prick like a seasoned whore? (Never mind her comparatively poor performance. I'd still give her an A+ for both effort, and for the fact it was her first time.I was about to burst into furious questions, both at my wife and Sandy, when I realized that her first real experience with sex was NOT the time to traumatize my daughter with harsh words, or start interrogating her like a cop trying to beat a confession out of a hardened criminal. So, I caught my breath, tried to ease my furiously beating heart from that wonderful ordeal, and cuddle my little girl while we both recuperated from her first sexual experience with her own father.
Only Sandy, after a moment of cuddling up to me, didn't seem to be calming down or easing up like I was. In fact, after about a minute or two, she began squirming and wriggling in my arms almost involuntarily, seeming unaware at first of what she was doing to me and the prick that SHOULD have been satisfied for the day after that incredible blow-job.
"Please, Daddy?" she whimpered.
Like I said earlier, I never could resist my little girl. However, this time it wasn't so obvious what she wanted, as she didn't have my prick in her hand, about to swallow it, like earlier. I looked over at my grinning wife for guidance.
Marin seemed to be getting WAY too much pleasure out of my discomfort. She had always known I was a pedophile, since years before she even agreed to marry me. It took me quite a while to convince her that while I found little girls sexy, I was NOT the kind of guy who would pick up kids in the park and stick my finger in their pants. In fact, chances were I wouldn't even touch a little girl who came on to me. After all, I have my ethics. Kids, especially LITTLE kids (like Sandy, or younger) just do NOT go up to strangers and ask them if they want to fuck. Such things are only wet-dreams, or sophomoric stories written by teenagers who probably never got laid in their lives.
However, I DID know that some girls (and boys too) actually got interested in sex at an early age. Some as young as ten years old, or even younger. Heck, even babies liked to have their genitals rubbed, and often would play with themselves, if not covered up and prevented with heavy diapers. It FEELS good to be touched down there. Getting this idea across to my wife took a while, but was worth it. Otherwise, I don't think she would have married me in the first place, or agreed to have a child with me, if she thought I might be molesting the kid, in the second.
However, there HAD been one dustup since Sandy was born: About (of course) my books. Marin had wanted me to either toss them, or hide them at the very least. Especially, as she said they were unrealistic. Little ten-year-old girls, just did NOT go up to their fathers and ask the man to stick his thick prick up inside their tight little bellies and fuck them without worries of disease, pregnancy, or the other parent finding out. However, *I* remembered all too well when *I* was young. I remembered how much I WANTED sex, even at ten, and probably a year or two younger than that. I simply ACHED to find a girl (or woman!) to have sex with. And later, when I was an adult, I had discussed this with my big sister, and found out SHE had felt the same way, only she started younger than I did! Oh God, if I had only known.
Only kids just never DO think of siblings as possible sex partners, dates, or even real human beings. Sisters are SISTERS. They get in your way, make fun of you, hog the bathroom, go out on dates with some of the awfullest creeps, and generally make a little boy's life miserable. But still somehow you love them anyway. Carol, it turned out, felt the same way about me. She DID admit having a crush on Dad though; but it never came to anything. Such crushes rarely do; though they are far more common than many people think. (And sometimes, like Sandy, they develop into something far more intense than a mere crush.)
So, for the past several months, our disagreement about my books (It hadn't escalated into an argument.) had shifted to where I was defending the idea that SOME little girls actually DO want sex at an early age (like my sister had) even if possibly MOST do not (like Marin insisted such ideas had never occurred to her). Each of us was SURE we were right, and with personal experience along with friends and family to back it up. For several months now, Marin had sometimes teased me by pointing out especially sexy little girls ... most particularly the kind who wore little slut, "fuck me" outfits down at the mall; asking me what I'd do if the kid walked over and asked if she could take me to bed. Of course, *I* would respond by pointing out that the little girl in question probably DID want sex, as the kinderslut outfit seemed to show. She was most likely afraid to ask though; so the sex-bomb outfit was an attempt to get some guy to ask her.
And Marin (of course) would respond by saying it was a lot more likely that the little girl's FATHER and dressed her up like a sexpot, so he could ogle his little girl's charms, and show her off to all the other men, in a macho, "See what *I'VE* got, that you can't have," display, that men are so fond of doing.
I (again, of course) would respond by pointing out that almost ALL of such kids' clothing was bought by loving mothers, NOT horny dads. So, what did THAT imply?
The conversations usually stopped there; though I HAD gathered up most of my books, and filed them neatly in the headboard of the bed. While Marin was a wonderful wife, and we (usually) had sex almost twice a day on average, I STILL needed to "handle things on my own" once in a while. And books like, "Daughter's Hot Mouth" and "Daddy's Little Darlings" or "The autobiography of a Flea" did a lot to help me "do my duty". For some reason, stories about little girls who LIKE sex (like I kept insisting to Marin did exist) were almost always at least partially incestuous. I guess that's because when YOUNG, the place a girl can find sex the easiest, is in the family.
So, there I was, with a reviving prick, after one of the best blow-jobs of my life (if inexperienced) and a squirming little girl in my arms, while I looked over helplessly at my grinning wife.
"What does she want NOW?" I asked plaintively.
Marin's grin grew even wider.
"I think she wants to be molested," she choked; almost collapsing in giggles on the bed. To my wife, having our little girl making obscene advances on her pedophile husband, seemed like the funniest thing in the world. Especially, as I was resisting far harder than she would expect most men who never even thought of little girls as sex-objects to do.
"Daddy, Please?" whined Sandy.
"Oh God, I can't," I groaned myself. "I can't rape my own daughter!"
"Oh don't be silly," snapped Marin; for once, losing her composure; and slipping from hilarity into annoyance. "She's much too little for that. You won't be able to fit that nasty THING of yours in her for several years yet so don't even THINK of trying! You don't have to FUCK a girl to have sex with her, you know. Even *I* knew that, when I was probably younger than she is." That was the FIRST time Marin had ever admitted having sexual interests at all, before she was twelve years old.
"You can kiss her, cuddle her, feel her up, have her suck your cock <giggle> lick her, rub her, even stick your finger in her hole, or up her ass. You DON'T have to put your prick in a girl to make it feel good for her. Get the idea?"
"Please, Daddy?"
Oh God.
"You can even cum in her, if you want to," amplified Marin; taking pleasure at my discomfort. I could almost hear her thought, 'Serves the old bastard right, for being a pedophile!' At my openmouthed objection, she continued, "Yes, you can hold your prick up against her ass, or even her cunny, and squirt inside her THAT way. You don't HAVE to have your cock inside a girl to get cum in her, you know. My mother pointed this out to me many years ago, when I *thought* I was having 'safe sex' with a guy. I'm sure Sandy would love to have your cum inside her body, no matter WHERE you squirt it, wouldn't you, Honey?"
"Please, Daddy?"
Oh God.
I figured that I just HAD to find out where both Sandy AND Marin have been getting this stuff. It sounded WAY too much like some of the wet-dream stories I kept on the headboard. "Daughter's Hot Mouth, BOOK II", came to mind, along with a couple others.
A sudden thought tore through my head; and I looked in horror at the bookshelf above the bed, while Marin grinned even broader. Oh God, no.
"Please, Daddy?" Now a whimper of desperation.
"Well?" asked Marin; now seeming annoyed. "Are you just going to stand there and tease the child, when you can see she needs you?"
Oh God. I looked down again; and Sandy was now squirming against me; her eyes blank and desperate as she pleaded for something, anything, to ease the feelings she was having for probably the first time.
I'm both sorry, and proud at the same time, to say that I gave in once again to the child's pleading, and did what most people would consider the worst thing a father could do to his own little girl. Yes, I did what my wife suggested, and molested Sandy.
Reaching down between my little girl's legs, I ran a finger over her plump little cunny-lips. Sandy arched her back, and thrust her hips forward into my searching finger; almost writhing against me in an attempt to force the probing member into her hot and ready sex. Yes, little girl or not, Sandy was wet and ready, as my obscene fingering of the little girl soon met slippery drool seeping from the child's crack. I could not avoid the evidence.Sandy wanted sex, and from her own father; even though it would probably be years before her tiny vagina would be big enough to accept a member the size of mine.
Still, even babies like to have their genitals rubbed, and there are many ways to help a girl get off without sticking your swollen and throbbing prick into her belly and filling the child's womb with incestuous seed. Shit. There went my little head, thinking for the big one again. I tried to shut it down (and partially succeeded; as my penis had just finished the best sex in months). Ignoring my own rising heat, I tried my best to help cool my little girl's.
By this time, Sandy was squirming and panting into my ear; her hot breath pleading, "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh, oh, oh," while I petted her raised mons and cupped her tiny sex; all the while massaging my little girl's body, and trying to ease her needs.
It obviously wasn't enough. I looked over at Marin, and she just shrugged. Thankfully, my wife wasn't wearing that same goofy grin she had earlier. She knew, and I knew what I would have to do ... So I did it.
Leaning my little girl back, I spread her legs and moved my head in between them. Sandy seemed completely out of it; just lying there, writhing and pleading for what she didn't know yet.
A shock went through her body, the first time my tongue touched her between the legs; then the child's hands grabbed hold of my hair, almost tearing out chunks as I swabbed the sensitive lips of the little girl's sex. I was quite used to this sort of mistreatment of my hair by my wife, who has even stronger hands; so I ignored it. Hair (unless you're sick) is stronger than most people realize. Some girls in circuses have been known to be pulled up to trapezes by their ponytails, as part of the act. Just don't put ALL the pressure on a few hairs at a time.
For a bit, I deliberately ignored the child's little diamond of a clit; now swollen and sticking out farther than I would have thought it could. Early in the game, you want to avoid a woman's clitoris; as it's too sensitive. Only when she's in the throes of striving for orgasm should you attack it; as by then even excesses of pain and overstimulation can translate into pleasure.
Sandy was now mewling constantly, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," as she thrust her little hips up at me; bruising her groin against my nose; while almost forcing me to stop from the pain of her pubic bone smashing into my proboscis. Thankfully, I was able to turn my head a little, while still administering to the child's sex.
Sandy was much too little to take an adult cock like mine inside her; but that didn't mean something smaller wouldn't help the child. So I tentatively took the little finger of my right hand and tried putting just the tip inside her wet and ready sex, while I did the main stimulation outside.
That was a mistake. Feeling something actually probing INSIDE her for the first time, caused Sandy to jerk forward involuntarily; burying my finger to the hilt in the child's sex. God, was she hot, wet, and slippery inside. That slippery, it was no wonder my finger went all the way into her body without stopping. Once inside however, Sandy involuntarily clamped down on the invading digit, until I couldn't pull it out if I tried. "Oh, oh, OOOOOH!" she moaned, pulling even harder at my hair; trying to force my head into her crotch, just like my finger was embedded in her belly. "Please, Daddy," she moaned.
I figured now was the time; so moving my tongue from her tight little hole (where my finger was already doing yeoman duty) I switched my attention to the little girl's clit and swabbed it.
Sandy screeched; then pulled me into herself even tighter. The child's cunny cramped around my invading finger; making me wonder involuntarily and nastily just how good it would feel to have that incredibly tight little hole squeezing and cramping around my swollen prick, instead of my little finger. Once again I ignored the "little head"; while trying my best to get the child off.
Only Sandy didn't climax. I guess at that age, you can't. Still, she must have gotten some kind of relief; as after an incredibly frantic minute or two her thrusts, cries, and urgent stabs with her hips slowly eased; and she finally pushed my head away from her body.
I looked up, and found my other hand had been involuntarily rubbing the child's heaving chest ... and my wife's hands had been helping me ease our little girl's first erotic experience. It was with some difficulty that I eased my little finger from our daughter's hole; as once her need was over, she wasn't so slippery inside, and her body seemed to want to cling to the invading digit, as if to keep it inside her forever.
NOW, I figured was the time to browbeat my wife into telling me just how our "innocent" little girl seemed to know so much about my fantasies ... and in particular about the books I kept over the head of the bed.
Only pants and moans rising from the other side of the bed of, "Please, Don, Please?" let me know that there was still one person remaining in the room who liked sex, NEEDED sex, and hadn't gotten any yet, after watching a porno-show that you couldn't see in any theater in the land, for a million dollars.
Shit.
Sandy squirmed over; plastering her sex-soaked body against mine, and looking with me over at where her mother was trying desperately to get off by herself.
"Please, Daddy?" she asked; this time not for me or herself. "Mom looks like she really needs it."
Oh God. A person was NOT supposed to do things like that with his wife, in front of his own innocent little girl.
"Please, Daddy?"
What could I do? Pleading that the kid was too innocent to see two adults have sex, was obviously rather pointless; considering what the two of us had just finished doing. "Here, let me help," I told Marin; rolling over on between her legs, so my head would be where it could do the most good. My prick would be obviously useless for quite a while after that incredible blow-job she had given me ... even if the subsequent sex I had returned should have aroused a statue.
Many years experience let me know just what my wife liked and needed when having sex. So, it didn't take long of stroking, poking with fingers at the right spots, and mostly working my tongue into the creaming wet slit that was bumping against my nose and mouth in increasing urgency before Marin suddenly grabbed my hair in a death-grip and jammed her sodden cunny in my face; almost giving me a fat-lip, and her bruises as her pubic bone mashed against my lips; banging them against my teeth as she fought to extract each urgent spasm of the orgasm she had been trying to achieve.
Only when Marin had calmed down a bit, did I realize that Sandy had been helping too; massaging her mother's belly, tweaking one swollen bosom, and nursing on the other like she hadn't done since she was two years old. It was only when my wife started weakly pushing us away that we both let her collapse in satiated release on the bed.
"Wow," was all that I could say.
"Yeah," agreed Sandy. "Mom really does like it, doesn't she?"
I could only shrug in agreement.
"I think it's time for little girls to be going to bed," I finally managed; ignoring the tiny little twinges of resurrection from my overused prick. Well, I defy anybody with a working penis to watch and participate in two beautiful women having climaxes like that, and NOT have some sort of reaction ... even if drained like I had been. Thankfully, Sandy didn't notice, or who knows what might have happened. Well, it was only a minor stiffening anyway; not a full-fledged erection.
"Daddy!" she objected. "Mom hasn't read me a story yet."
I looked over at my wife who was slowly coming back to life. "I don't think ...," I started.
"Please, Daddy?"
Marin seemed to gather energy with each passing second. "Well, just a little," she overrode my objections. "Then you go right to bed, OK?"
"OK." Sandy gave me a pouting, "So there," look, before settling down between us to hear her nightly story.
"Now where did we leave off?" asked Marin; reaching into the headboard for a red and white paperback.
"Deni was pretending she didn't like to suck cock," prompted the little girl.
WHAT?!?!
I looked closer at the fragile pulp magazine my wife was opening up ... "Daughter's Hot Mouth, Book-II" read the cover; with the picture of a man sitting on a box with a long-haired naked little girl between his legs, looking up at him expectantly. I recognized one of the hotter books I had acquired years earlier, when such books were available in almost every bookstore in town. "Sherry Murkin" was a really good author.
My astonishment and some anger were overridden by Marin's quiet hushing motion. "AFTER she goes to bed."
Well, getting angry wouldn't change things now. I waited until Marin got to the point (only six pages later) where Alex was jetting his jism into his daughter's tight little twat for the first time, and Sandy seemed satisfied; stifling a yawn as she tried to settle down to sleep in OUR bed.
"Time for bed, Honey," I repeated; picking the child up and heading off for the other room. This time Sandy didn't object.
"'Night, Mom," she yawned sleepily; collecting a kiss on the way out.
"'Night, Honey," responded Marin with a grin at the sight the two of us made: A little girl in a see-through nightie cuddled sleepily in her father's arms.By the time I had tucked the little girl in bed, given her my goodnight kiss, and managed to escape back into the hall, the feel of smooth, sexy, little girl skin and my daughter's innocent dishabille had given me almost another full erection. Thankfully, Sandy was too sleepy to notice.
"Now what was THAT about?" I asked angrily, looking pointedly at the headboard where Marin had returned the offending book.
"Well, it's your own fault," she told me, not backing down in the slightest. (One of the many reasons I love my wife so much is that when she feels she's done the right thing, she isn't the slightest bit hesitant in defending her views. I'm the same way.)
"So tell me about it," I finally gave up my resentment with a sigh. If Marin felt it was my fault, it probably was.
"Well," she started, "it all began a few months ago, when YOU forgot to stop at the library and pick up something for Sandy. You KNOW how she insists on her bedtime stories."
I did. I even vaguely remembered Marin being quite annoyed one night when I didn't stop at the library like I had promised, to pick up the next installment of the current tale about sailing that the little girl had gotten fascinated with. I had assumed then (and up to now) that Marin had told the child a story of her own that day at naptime ... and then gone to the library herself the next day to pick up the next book in the series. I was about to learn how wrong I was. Sandy, it seems, had gotten interested in something entirely different than sailing books about kids her age ... Books where little girls did things she hadn't even imagined.
"Well," explained Marin, "I was ABOUT to read her something out of the paper, or possibly tell a tale about when I was young ... when she reached into your stash here beside the bed, and asked me to, 'Read this one, Mom!'." Wouldn't you know it, she had pulled one of YOUR books out ... One like this, with a picture of a little girl on the cover that said something like 'Daddy's Darling Daughters' or something like that. Here, I'll find it," she stopped.
I waved away the search. "I think I know which one you mean," I sighed. "So she ...."
"Yeah, she *insisted* on having me read, 'Daddy's Book' as she called it; not even knowing the title; but knowing it had a picture of a man, a little girl like her, and you liked it. Well, I'll admit I TRIED to convince her that it wasn't really suitable for little girls ... but I'm afraid our teaching the kid so much has backfired a little."
"Uh, how so?" I asked, fearing, and yet being almost certain what was coming.
"Well, you know when we looked in the dictionary and encyclopedia to explain things to her, how those were "grown-up books" that she found boring; but she was welcome to have me read out of if she wanted?"
I nodded, now sure what was coming.
"And how we've never really hidden sex from her; giving her 'The Talk' when we felt she was old enough to understand, yet were worried about somebody ... anybody ... like a babysitter maybe ... molesting her without her permission?"
I nodded again.
"And we told her that what mattered was if SHE wanted things to happen that made the difference between 'Good Touch' and 'Bad touch', not who did the touching, or where?"
Another nod.
"And then we gave her examples of 'Bad touch', being like that poor kid in the commercial who got pinched ... and that if she ever felt that way, she was to TELL us she didn't like what was going on, and would stop it. Of course, we also told her about shots and dentists and such, where we ALL have to put up with some indignities we don't like ... even doctors poking around in some pretty private places."
"Yeah, but what has this to do with stories?" I asked.
"Well, with all THAT, it got kind of hard to explain that THESE stories were sex-stories ... ones YOU read for pleasure, and that she was 'too young for'. Like I said, it's your own fault! Sandy asked me why I couldn't read them to her anyway? If she didn't like them, just like if she didn't like one of my boring 'Romance' novels I tried to read her one time, she could always ask me to stop. So I did. Honest to Gosh, I guess I thought it served you right."
"Oh God," I moaned.
"Uhuh," she replied, more with a grin than sympathy. "Only instead of being bored or even grossed-out, Sandy seemed to LIKE these stories even BETTER than the Amazons. So, when I finished THAT story, she had me start on 'The autobiography of a Flea' and then we've gone through about three more since."
This time I just groaned.
"The thing I did NOT expect," Marin finally showed some sympathy for me in saying, "was what Sandy's reaction to reading these stories was."
"She got horny?" I prompted.
"Uh ... Not exactly," sniggered Marin.
"Uh ... then Wha ...?"
"She felt sorry."
"For herself, at not getting sex?" I prompted.
"No ... for you." Again Marin stifled a giggle.
"For ME?!?!" I felt my chin drop until it almost hit the floor. "What for, by Jehosophat?"
"For not having a little girl to fuck and suck, like all the men in your stories do." Marin looked at me with a smug expression, just daring me to try and weasel my way out of this one. "Well, you KNOW how it is, when she begs, 'Daddy, Please?'. I couldn't resist; and neither could you."
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
I decided that the next day I was going to HAVE to have a little talk with Sandy about "her father's needs". Damn. A little girl like Sandy shouldn't even know about such things; let alone being worried if her father was sexually satisfied. "Needs" and wants are two separate things too. And I certainly did *not* need little girls to fuck and suck to be happy. Such things are just fantasies, not "needs". Tomorrow.
The next morning I told myself that the last thing I needed was to talk to Sandy, when we were both naked or in clothing that revealed more than it concealed ... like Sandy's cute little nightgown that up to now had seemed just that ... cute. Sometimes what would be incredibly sexy on an adult looks quite cute on a little girl. At least it HAD been just cute little girl, until Marin and Sandy had conspired to force me to see my daughter not only as sexy, but as someone interested in sex. Then suddenly the "cute" little outfit became a siren's tease.
I knew that more than one of my daughter's outfits was innocently sexy. Only up to then I just hadn't realize how many of them had been picked out to show the little girl off, rather than just cover her body and protect it from the elements. Parents are *supposed* to be proud of their children ... and we (it seems) had somewhat innocently ourselves been putting the little girl on display, like a little girl wearing sexy clothing to a beauty-pageant.
When Sandy first came down to breakfast that morning, I almost whistled through my teeth in unconscious appreciation of how strikingly beautiful and erotic she looked. The child was innocently wearing a little black velveteen outfit that consisted of white blouse with black dress, skirt, and panties ... with the hem of the skirt almost a full *inch* above the bottom of her panties, so that even when Sandy stood up, you could make out the "camel toe" of the child's sex. When sitting down across from me at the table ... Well, I could hardly eat, from the pain my hard-on made straining against my pants. I mean, a father just isn't supposed to THINK about his little girl like that ... imagining the tight little slit between her legs opening up to take his engorged prick inside ....
Somehow I managed to fight my gaze and attention away from these thoughts. Even if Sandy WAS willing, it would be years before the child had developed enough to take my ... I mean, a man-sized prick inside her tight little slit; pumping her flat little tummy full of inces... I mean before she was big enough to have real sex with her boyfriend. It was far more than the heat of the coffee that had me sweating before I had taken more than a bite or two of breakfast.
Exactly WHAT we ate that morning I'll never remember. I was too engrossed in trying to force my mind away from what lie underneath that sexy outfit my daughter had brought to her side of the table.
"Uh, Honey," I finally managed to choke out. Marin glanced my way, flashing us both a smile when she realized I was talking to her daughter. Again, I flushed. Still, what DO you call the little girl who had given you one of the most erotic episodes of your life, but something endearing? Besides, I always HAD treated Sandy like a princess; and wasn't about to stop now. "When you finish eating," I asked, "could you change clothes into a different outfit, and then come see me in the den? We have to talk about something."
Sandy shrugged. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Marin's quiet amusement. "OK, Daddy," she acquiesced. "What's this about, anyway?"
"It's about last night," I verified her suspicions. "We'll talk about it AFTER you change clothes."
Marin looked to her mother for confirmation, shrugged, and went back to eating, while I breathed a big sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't have to talk to the child about sex, while she wore an outfit that was a blatant invitation to fuck. Yeah, right!
As you might guess by now, when Sandy came to find me after breakfast, the outfit she was wearing made the black velvet one look almost innocuous. While the dress was a slight bit longer, it clung to the child's body, emphasizing each tiny curve.The top was shaped to fit a little girl, with tiny bits of padding where my daughter would eventually have proper breasts, seeming to emphasize the little girl's budding sexuality without actually being obvious about it. Underneath the dress, while not obvious until she sat down, were flaming-red panties that somehow matched the off-pink dress without clashing the way you might think. My wife has incredibly good taste in buying clothes... both for herself and for our precocious little girl. Again, you could see the indentation of the child's sex in the soft cloth of the underwear... But this time the cloth was so thin you could easily see Sandy's skin right through the material. Even in the padding of the crotch, you could almost imagine seeing the little girl's opening, stretching to take...
Again, I had to force myself to twist my thoughts away from where they were leading me. Even if Sandy was willing, she was obviously way too young for such things... and would be for many years yet.
"Uh, Sandy," I choked, "could you find some other outfit to wear right now. Don't you have any pants or outfits with pants to wear?" I figured I'd be safe that way. One more sexy little dress like she was presently wearing, and I felt like I might be ripping the clothes off and ravishing my little girl on the spot. It's strange how having even oral sex with your daughter will make you aware of her in a manner that previously you never even thought of.
"Oh, Daddy, do I have to?" she pouted, unconsciously wriggling in a manner that made my already rampant prick steel-hard. I could see her objection; having gotten dressed twice already that morning. I couldn't really insist, but...
"Please," I pleaded. "Just for me, OK?"
Sandy pouted again, then finally flashed me a big smile. "OK," she agreed. "But just once more. OK?"
"OK," I sighed. At least pants wouldn't be the pedophile-wet-dream that her previous two outfits were.
Oh yeah?
Yeah, you guessed it. When Sandy came back this time, I almost choked and sent her back for the pink outfit with the red panties. Only I had promised. Somehow the child had picked out a summer sun-suit that included a tank-top that was barely a band around her chest, with some almost invisible padding to make it seem that the little girl had development up there that wouldn't be real for several years yet. The white short pants that went with the outfit looked almost painted-on, with buttons in the front leading down to a seam that vanished inside the child's pouting cunny-lips, in a camel-toe that was far more obvious than either of the two softer panties she had worn earlier. If what Sandy had worn the second time was a pedophile's wet-dream, this outfit was the same dream come true, with a blatant invitation to fuck, if not inspire rape. Oh God.
Forcing my gaze from the child's sex upward was no defense. The bare midriff just emphasized my daughter's flat little tummy and her sexy little navel made me almost want to bury my head in the little girl and lick and suck the erotic indentation like I had once blown bloobers in her tummy before it had suddenly became erotic to even think about, instead of just a funny tickling thing a father will play with his little girl.
Oh damn.
Deciding that sending Sandy back for yet another change of clothes, in an erotic striptease and modeling session that just showed off how sexy the little girl could be, would be just self-defeating, I motioned my daughter to sit down, while I mentally told my prick to do the same thing.
"Uh, Sandy," I began, "you know what you did last night?"
Sandy's face lit up like a child who had just learned about dessert. "Uhuh," she beamed. "Did you like it, Daddy?"
"Uh... That's not quite what I wanted to talk about," I backpedaled. "I understand you seem to think that I need sex that I'm not getting."
Sandy's face fell. "You mean you didn't like it," she pouted, tears starting to form at the corner of one eye. "I tried real hard, honest I did."
"Uh... That's not it, Honey," I tried. Somehow I found myself holding a half-naked little girl, while I tried to soothe and explain that while I did like it when she went down on me like that, it wasn't something a father needs no matter what the books her mother had been reading her suggested. I guess I was only partly successful.
"But Daddy," she whimpered, wiping a tear from her eyes, "I thought you liked it."
"I did, but..."
"Then if you liked it, and I liked it, then why can't we do it again?"
"Uh... Sandy? That's not the sort of thing a father is supposed to do to his daughter," I tried.
Sandy just sniffed at what fathers are "supposed to do" with their daughters. I guess Marin and I had taught the little girl all too well at only six years of age how little it mattered what society expects people to do... or in this case, not to do.
"The girls in the stories you read, get to do it," she countered.
I tried to explain that I wasn't like that: I didn't have a need for little-girl-sex, and most fathers don't. And I didn't plan on forcing her into doing things like that for some imaginary "need" on my part, that didn't really exist.
Sandy just sniffed, looking pointedly at my crotch, where my traitorous prick was almost steel-hard at all this talk about having sex with my own daughter. "But you did like it?" she insisted.
"Well, yes but...," I tried explaining.
"Then why not?" she asked. "You like it. I like it, what's wrong with that?" Sandy looked almost ready to cry again.
"Uh... I..." I really didn't know what to say. I couldn't honestly deny enjoying my little girl's pouting little lips around my swollen prick; sucking and slurping until I had filled my daughter's hard working little mouth with bolt after bolt of incestuous seed. It had been one of the most incredibly erotic episodes of my life... My wife's wonderful lovemaking sessions included.
"Please, Daddy?" pouted Sandy, tears pooling in the corners of each eye. "I'll make it feel real good for you this time, I promise."
Oh shit.
Over by the door, I noticed Marin fighting desperately to keep from sniggering. Yeah, easy for her to do. She didn't have a little girl fighting to have sex with her, while she tried to be proper and not seduce the child like I was. Only... I was definitely not seducing Sandy. She was seducing me with a success that I would have thought impossible, two days earlier.
"Daddy please?"
I'm sorry, but I lost. "OK," I said, giving in and expecting to have to face yet another incredible sexcapade that evening at bedtime, like I had the previous night.
Only Sandy didn't think of things that way. Little girls seldom look much further away than the present, which is why parents are supposed to do such thinking for them. Only in this case, my prick seemed to have been doing my thinking for me. With a hug, a kiss, and a jump of joy, I suddenly found myself with a little girl wrapped around me. "Thanks, Daddy!" she told me with another hug and big grin. It's amazing how kids can go from one extreme of emotion to another in just seconds. "I'll make it feel real good for you this time, I promise," she said.
Before I could even start to object, Sandy was already reaching for my belt-buckle, while I steadied her head in my hands... almost like that picture on the cover of the book Marin had read the little girl last night, except that Sandy was still wearing the tight little sun-suit instead of being naked.
"Uh... You don't have to..." I suddenly wasn't thinking very good. Almost involuntarily I lifted my hips so Sandy could pull down my pants and briefs. I know... I know... I should have just sat there and refused. But I was long past refusing Sandy anything.
"Oh don't be silly, Daddy. I want to. Please?"
I'm sorry, I was done in. I knew that from then on I just wouldn't be able to refuse my little girl anything... any more than I was able to refuse her wonderful mother. I knew that this would create problems in the future... But the future would have to take care of itself.
Yes, Sandy did make it "feel good for me". In only her second blow-job, the little girl had learned quite a lot from the night before. No teeth, and using hands to help jack on my swollen prick soon had me gritting my teeth as the rising pressure in my prick almost had me exploding before she had a chance to get properly started. The incredible sex-show of changing outfits, combined with talking to the girl about sex... sex with her... for over a half-hour had me almost to the breaking point of cumming in my pants, before she even started.
"Here it comes, Honey," I warned her. It had been incredible to cum in Sandy's mouth the night before, but I knew that it had probably just been surprise that had caught her unready to pull off. This time I would give her a chance to finish me off with her hands, so it wouldn't seem so nasty to the child... like it would be if I came in her mouth again. "You'd better stop now," I warned her.
Only Sandy didn't stop. With a "Mmmm," of contentment, she just kept on sucking... even harder. Then I felt Sandy's hand reach down lower, grab my prick, and actually start jacking me off into her mouth!
"Mmmmeee, Mdyee?" she pleaded, not taking her mouth from my prick. The actual words, "Please, Daddy?" being somewhat smothered and muffled by my swollen penis.
"Oh... OH... Ohhhhh!"With sudden grunts and heaves, I found my hands entangled in Sandy's hair, almost grabbing it out, while my pelvis jerked and incredible gobs of semen rippled through the tube on the bottom of my prick and into my daughter's hardworking little mouth. I hadn't intended this to happen again. Heck, even when I had finally agreed to let Sandy continue sucking me off, I had expected it to be only at bedtime... when she might grow bored with it, or (hopefully) even forget about having sex with her father, if Marin and I didn't remind her about it. I really hadn't expected the child to give me a blow-job, almost fully dressed, in the middle of the day. And this was no ordinary blow-job, either. With jerks and grunts, I emptied my prostate into my little girl's mouth in an erotic display of incestuous sex that would melt a movie-camera if one had happened to be trained on the two of us.
This time, not a drop escaped to make a mess of my crotch. Sandy continued pumping with her hands until no more semen was forthcoming; then pulled off and milked and squeezed one final drop out of the tip of my prick before licking that off too, with one final, "Mmmm," of satisfaction... as if my semen was the most delicious of candies or ice-cream.
THEN, to my complete stupefaction, Sandy just stood up, licked her lips with an incredibly beaming smile, said, "Thanks, Daddy," and left the room to go out and play!
Marin and I just looked at each other, before I finally got embarrassed at sitting there with my pants down, while she was completely dressed. I decided that getting my pants back on was a fairly high order of business... Before Marin decided to "take things into her own hands", like my little girl just had. My wife is almost as horny (if not more so) as I am.
"Well," she finally giggled, "I guess you showed HER who was boss around here, didn't you?" Marin looked pointedly at where I was fighting to get my prick back into my pants.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Then I finally gave in to the humor of the situation; and joined my wife in a fit of giggles. "Yes," I agreed, "I guess we all know who's boss around here... Old King Prick." Well, it was either laugh or cry. I still couldn't believe my little girl would give me such an incredible blow-job, and then walk out to play as if sucking her daddy off and swallowing his cum was just another "fun" thing to do... like playing on swings.
Somehow I knew life would never be the same. Better or worse; but never the same. Still, I was complaining? How many men do you think would just LOVE to have their little girl begging to suck them off with their eyes just pleading, "Daddy, Please?" | 1 |
2,292 | Gee Daddy! | "Gee, Daddy, that feels good," I said, as my father rubbed his prick up and down my horny little slit. It did, too. What felt even better, though, was when he centered his swollen cock at the entrance to my vagina and started inching it inside. Daddy always did know the things that made me feel good. Still, he kept denying me that greatest of pleasures. Tonight I was going to pull out all the stops to get what I wanted.
"Ooh, I bet you like that," I said, as I milked Daddy's penis with my tight little hole. By now, I knew how to squeeze my father's prick and make it feel good without even moving.
Daddy groaned. I guess he must have agreed with me, because the next thing I knew, he said, "You'd better ease up, Tammy, or I'll have to pull out. You don't want that yet, do you?"
Shit! The LAST thing I wanted was for my father to pull out. "Do you HAVE to, Daddy?" I whined, working even harder. Once before, I had been lucky and caught Daddy by surprise, milking him off inside me before he even realized he was about to cum. Daddy wasn't going to be caught so easily tonight, though.
"Tammy," he said firmly, "you know the rules. I only cum in your mouth, asshole, or hands. We're NOT taking any chances on you getting pregnant. I'm taking too big a chance already, just fucking you like this. I don't want to accidentally knock you up."
"Why not, Daddy?" I grumbled. "Marcia's already had three kids, and she's younger than I am." I could tell I was getting to Daddy, as his prick swelled even bigger inside me. Perhaps, if I kept talking, Daddy would forget and squirt inside me before he realized he was doing it.
"Your cousin isn't fucking her own father," Daddy pointed out. He paused in his sliding in and out to push up hard inside me while he tried to keep from spasming my body full of his precious seed. I knew he would be annoyed if I moved, trying to get him off, but that didn't mean I couldn't keep squeezing him with my vagina, hoping he lost control.
Sadly, he didn't. I felt my father's prick swell a little, then subside in me. I don't know if Daddy squirted more pre-cum or sperm inside me, but he was once again able to slide in and out without feeling like he was going to splatter my insides full of baby-making cum. I was a little disappointed, but not completely. Maybe that WAS a squirt of cum that Daddy had just left inside me while he gained control of himself. I knew enough about biology, so I was pretty sure there were at least SOME of Daddy's sperm wriggling in whatever it was, even if it only WAS pre-cum. Such a delicious thought.
"But Daddy," I said, talking about my best friend while sliding back and forth once more as my father's urge to cum inside me declined enough to make him feel a bit safer, "Darlene tells me she's had TWO babies by HER father already, and she hopes he's made a third in her."Feeling me going into spasms around him was the last straw for Daddy. I felt my father's penis get abruptly bigger inside me as he jammed it as far up in my belly as he could. With a bellow that almost matched my screech, Daddy suddenly began filling my tight little slit with load after load of thick, greasy cum. He didn't try to pull out this time like he usually did, either. Instead, he kept forcing his penis as far up inside me with each incestuous squirt as he could.
I couldn't help myself. My arms and legs automatically wrapped themselves around my father's body and legs until he couldn't have gotten away if he had tried. Which he didn't.
Each time my vagina would clench and squeeze on my father's thick penis, Daddy would respond by sending yet another healthy squirt of sperm jetting against my cervix. On and on it went, with neither one of us wanting it to stop, until my legs were aching with cramps and Daddy was aching with dry squirts of sperm he no longer had, trying to send one last surge of baby-making cum into his daughter's womb.
"Oh gee Daddy," I said as I felt the last sticky drops of my father's precious sperm oozing into my receptive young womb, "that was... that was wonderful. Thank you."
"Whoooo! Thank YOU," he replied, trying to catch his breath while keeping his penis buried in my snatch. It's so nice to feel your lover still inside you after you get your rocks off. Knowing Daddy's sperm was still inside me too was icing on the cake... which reminded me:
"I hope I'm pregnant now," I said, hoping Daddy didn't get another attack of conscience and get mad at me for "enticing" him on. He didn't.
"Well," he chuckled, "if not, I'm sure your mother will see to it that I keep on fucking you until you are."
"Daddee!" I objected. But you know what? He was right. | 3 |
2,298 | Family Ways | "Oh Sis, I'm...."
"Jason! Don't cum in me. I just KNOW I'm fertile... I could have a baby!" The little girl's cry of warning belied her frantic hip-movements, as Diane bucked her hips back at her big brother, just as hard as he was thrusting into her. Diane's mind may have been worried about getting pregnant, but her body knew what IT wanted and didn't give a damn about little things like pregnancy.
I looked down to where most of my son's cock had vanished up inside his 13-year-old little sister's tight little slit. From the jerking of the boy's penis, I knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out very long. So, I decided that I'd better act fast, if I was going to do anything at all, before it was too late.
Hurriedly, I reached down and grabbed my son's hips, and PUSHED, as hard as I could! The last half-inch of my son's penis slid up inside the little girl. "You've got to squirt it as far up inside your little sister as you can, if you're going to get her pregnant," I told the boy.
Diane's eyes widened in shock, as her big brother's cock stretched her uterus, and then popped inside her fertile young womb, when the 15-year-old boy began to cum. It was so exciting to watch my son impregnate his little sister. Spasm after spasm shook the boy's body, as he squirted gob after thick sticky gob of his potent seed right up inside his own little sister's unprotected young womb.
"Ungh. Unnngghhh!" grunted Jason. "Oh God, I'm cumming in you! Oh Diane!"
My daughter whimpered a little, then suddenly seemed to accept her fate. As her big brother wrapped his arms and legs around her and kept pushing, Diane hugged him back while saying, "Oh God Mom, I just KNOW I'm going to have a baby. Jason is cumming inside me so much, I just know I'm going to get pregnant before I make it to high school. Oh God! Pregnant by my own brother! Oh God, it feels so good, I can't stop."
I watched closely, to be sure my son did it right, and left every drop of his incestuous sperm in the little girl's tight little belly where it belonged. It wasn't until he had finished his orgasm and his cock could no longer remain erect, that he pulled out of his little sister.
I could see a thick white drop of sperm dripping off the end of the boy's penis as he withdrew; and shortly a matching drop started to ooze out of Diane's tight little crack. I knew my son had done it right, and had left a generous helping of his baby-making sperm in his own little sister's cute little tummy. Hopefully, that same tummy would soon be swelling with her big brother's baby kicking and squirming inside her. Well, if not, I'd see to it that Jason kept right on trying until it was.
CHAPTER: 2
Gently bending over Diane with a smile on my lips, I took the tampon in my hand; said, "Hold still darling," and inserted the tip of the tampon up into Diane's freshly fucked pussy lips and gave it a push. "I want to be sure all that sperm stays inside you, where it belongs," I told her; as I pulled the applicator out. I started gently rubbing Diane's pussy-lips; pulling on her nipples; and rolling her breasts, until Diane moaned; closed her eyes; and had her own orgasm.
The whole idea of mating Jason and Diane, had been mine back when I first started noticing my daughter's bras were beginning to really show off her breasts, and that her hips were getting broad enough to accept "natural childbirth". I then started calculating the days in the calendar since Diane had her last period and figured my little girl was ovulating regular as clockwork.
When Diane's fertile time of the month came, I talked her into a massage and then separated my daughter from most of her clothes. She was not easy, but after I reached around, unsnapped her bra, and started rubbing her breasts; working on her nipples gently; she relaxed. I watched the reaction as my daughter's skin tone turned to blushing-pink in arousal; and a little moist ring formed in her panty crotch, as she relaxed against the bed and spread her legs. When I told Diane I had a surprise for her, she opened her eyes and saw her brother. At first, she tried to cover-up, but I told her to relax while Jason sat on the bed beside her and started rubbing where I left off. I had taught him well. Soon Diane was relaxing into his rubbing, as he climbed on top of her. She barely noticed, and I knew she was a goner; so I pulled her panties down over her ankles and told her to spread her legs farther apart. You can guess the rest... Jason got his penis between the little girl's legs and started making a baby in his little sister.
For the next three days I made sure that my son squirted his seed in his little sister at least once a day, while she was most fertile. After all, I didn't want my daughter to miss any chances! A few times after that, I actually saw him fucking his little sister even without my prompting. Damn, I was proud of my kids.
My husband was very impressed with my calculations a month later, when Diane came into our bedroom with a worried look on her face, and told me she had missed her period. I smiled, reached into the night-stand next to the bed, and removed a pregnancy test-kit I bought the previous month, for such a "hoped for emergency." Then I took my daughter into the bathroom and took her urine sample. The test was positive and soon Diane started getting sick in the morning.
Diane was not a happy camper for the first three months, but as soon as her skirt "puffed-up", I put my daughter into young-miss maternity clothes. She wouldn't wear the cute little T-shirt I got her that said "Big Brother's Baby" on it to school; but I made sure she wore it around the house, so all her relatives knew just whose baby was kicking and squirming in the little girl's cute little tummy.
CHAPTER: 3
I made sure Diane was ready to have the baby long before the baby was due. I talked it over with the OB/GYN and got permission to have a home delivery for her.
When the big day arrived I had Diane in our room spread out on the bed with video cameras rolling. After two hours of sweating, straining and pain, Diane's pregnancy terminated with the delivery of a healthy 7lb 4oz boy... Jeremy David (J.D. after his parents). I helped clean up Diane after the delivery and brought the baby in for its first feeding. Diane's breasts were extremely large after the pregnancy (at only 13 years, 34D cups) and after her milk arrived they were extremely tender.
At first, Diane was worried about starting school while nursing the baby, because she wanted her son to be raised on breast-milk, yet couldn't very well nurse him in class, could she? But she hadn't counted on me. Two weeks before Diane was to start school I rented a commercial breast-pump and introduced Diane to the pump after she had just completed her first morning feeding.
I could say Diane was very surprised when I rolled in the door with the pump. She asked, "What is that?!"
I just smiled and told her to remove her nursing bra.
Diane looked puzzled but complied. The rest was history. I approached her with the twin suction cups and held them in place drawing off her milk. That became the way she was milked every morning after her bath. Diane would feed Jeremy in the morning, when she awoke, and then an hour later I would milk her to get extra for Jeremy during the day. When she got home, she would feed him again; then I would milk her a second time, to get every drop for later. Then Jeremy again before bedtime, and in the middle of the night with the machine. They say that the more milk a baby sucks, and the oftener he does it, the more milk a girl produces. With her son AND the milking machine alternating, Diane became quite a little "milker" as I called her; and she produced enough milk for three babies. The extra milk we donated to the hospital for mothers that couldn't nurse, but their babies needed breast milk. The whole family was proud of our little "dairy herd". After a while, Diane got to be just as proud of her accomplishments as we were.
When Diane's baby was weaned, Diane wanted to stop nursing but I was having none of that! So when Diane started to "dry-up" you can guess what happened next. Jason was called into "stud-service" and Diane was impregnated again. Only this time it took almost 6 months of trying on his part. Boy did HE have fun though; squirting his sperm inside his little sister's fertile young womb almost every night, and sometimes two or three times a day. Actually, BOTH kids had fun, once Diane got used to the idea that she was going to be either lactating, pregnant, or working to become pregnant, as long as she remained at home. My goal was that Diane would produce at least three children before going off to college....
In fact, our daughter produced FOUR cute little rug rats before she left to join her big brother in college.Jeremy, Darlene, Jack, and Melanie. (My husband Marvin had to "help out" on the last one by squirting his potent sperm in our little girl's womb for over six months, as Jason was in college himself by that time.)
That was over six years ago, when she left. You might think we miss her since she moved out with her brother, and we do; but yesterday, Darlene was complaining about cramps, and her panties had a brown stain in them. I can hardly wait. | 1 |
2,301 | Feeling Daddy's Cum | "Are you ready?"
I tried to smile and nodded to Momma. I figured I was as ready as I was going to get.
"OK, dear. Spread your legs so your father can get between them. Daddy's going to teach you how to make a baby now."
I couldn't believe Momma was going to let me do it. Actually learn about sex from my own father. Still, she hadn't acted mad or even surprised that morning when I told her about having my period, and now that I was old enough to have a baby, that I wanted Daddy to show me how. In fact, she had told me that she would only insist on one thing.
"What's that, Momma?" I had asked.
"If you're going to be fucking my husband, you'll have to take your chances."
"Huh?" I didn't understand what she meant.
Momma is patient. "I mean," she explained, "that you'll have to take your chances on getting pregnant. I mean, no birth control. None at all. No pills, no condoms, no diaphragms, nothing. Not even pulling out. If you're big enough to fuck, and want to fuck MY husband, you'll do it on my terms. That means, you'll just have to take your chances on getting pregnant, like I did when I was your age."
I gulped. "Uh. You mean I have to try to get pregnant, Momma?"
My mother grinned at me. "No. Of course not," she said. "You don't have to do it when you don't want to. If you don't want to have sex at any time, like when you're in the middle of your period and most likely to get pregnant, then don't. No one's going to force you to have sex. You're the one who wants Daddy to fuck you. I just mean that if you DO fuck your father, you'll just have to take your chances on getting pregnant, because that's my terms for allowing it."
I couldn't believe it. "You mean you want me to get pregnant?" I asked.
"No. Well, maybe somewhat." Momma hesitated, then continued, "It's just that your father has always wanted to have another child. I can't give him one myself, but I can give him the chance to have one. Besides, it's always been a fantasy of mine to have MY father fuck me and knock me up. Since he's dead now, that can't happen, but the thought of watching your father impregnate you is almost as exciting."
I had figured that I would get in trouble by asking Momma to let Daddy teach me about sex, but this brought a different meaning to the old phrase "Get in Trouble." Oh well, I didn't have to keep on fucking Daddy. Just the first time would do, for learning the proper things to make a man happy, and how babies were really made. I remembered from sex-education class that most women didn't get pregnant their first time. I mentioned this to Momma.
Momma grinned, as if she knew something I didn't. "Whatever," she said. "Just remember, I'm giving you permission to do it as often as both of you want to. Not just this one time. Oh, one other thing."
"What's that, Momma?" I asked. Her previous stipulation had already blown me away.
"I want to watch."
I started to object, but she stopped me.
"He's MY husband, and you're my daughter. Now I trust you both to keep your promise and not use birth control, but I want to be sure he doesn't hurt you by accident; and also, I just want to look. I figure I deserve something out of this, even if it's only the thrill of watching my little girl getting screwed. What do you say?"
I was silent for a while, then decided it was worth it. Still... "Momma?"
"Yes, dear?"
"What if I do get pregnant?" I asked. "I can't afford to have a baby yet. Besides, I'm kinda young, and I might want to get married some day, and who's going to marry me if I already have a child?" I looked down at my almost flat chest, as if for emphasis. I knew I wasn't really a full woman yet; my body had quite a lot of maturing to do. Still, "Old enough to bleed, is old enough to breed." I knew that I might get pregnant, even if I didn't yet have full bosoms or hair between my legs. It was a scary thought.
Momma grinned. "Nobody need ever know," she said. "Your father and I will just have that baby we've been wanting. You won't even have to give it up. It'll remain here, and we'll raise it. You can treat it as your child, or just like any of your other brothers and sisters, however you wish. Well, is it a deal?"
I had thought it over and agreed. Now, here I was, that same night, and my own father was spreading my legs as he prepared to show me how a man makes a baby inside a woman. The right way, by actually trying to do it. I felt so lucky. Not many girls' parents loved them enough to do this for them. I was brought out of my reflections on what had gone on earlier by my mother's words.
"Look at your father," she instructed. "See that clear liquid dripping out of his penis?"
I looked down at the 8-inch piece of meat that was about to inseminate me. I was a little frightened at the thought that all of that big thing was supposed to somehow fit up inside me. Sure enough, as I looked, a drop of thick liquid was oozing out of the tip, almost ready to drip onto the bed. "Is that Daddy's sperm?" I asked.
Daddy had been pretty quiet up to now, but this brought a chuckle from him. "No, honey," he said. "That's pre-cum, or lube. My cum or sperm will be much thicker and whiter."
Momma continued, "That stuff is what lubricates you, so that your father can get it inside you without hurting you. Now I want you to rub the head of your father's penis up against your vagina until you're slick enough for him to slide inside you easily."
Obediently, I grabbed Daddy's thick "thing" and started rubbing the lips of my crack with it. Daddy's thing was warm and smooth, and pulsed in my hand. At first, it seemed kind of nasty, holding on to the thing that Daddy peed out of. It seemed even more nasty, but rather appropriate too, to rub it up against the hole that I peed out of. I was a little disappointed that I didn't have any hair down there, like Momma did, but at least this way, I had a good view of what was happening. I felt Daddy's pulse in the warm thick cylinder as I rubbed it against my bare cunny-lips.
As I followed Momma's instructions and rubbed Daddy's penis up against my crack, I felt more liquid come out and coat the lips. Daddy had an almost strangled look on his face.
"You know," said Momma, "if you came in her right now, you could very easily get that little girl pregnant."
That was the last straw for Daddy. "Oh God!" he said, "I'm..." as a squirt of white liquid burst from the end of his cock and splashed against my cunny-lips, getting them even slipperier. Daddy grabbed his cock and pushed the head up against my little hole hard. There was a stretching sensation as the tip went in, and then I felt suddenly full as the head popped inside, sending more squirts of that same white stuff right up inside my hole. "Oh God," repeated Daddy, "I'm cumming in my little girl. Oh Jesus!" he said, as another inch of his cock slid up inside me, bringing a painful pressure inside me as he spasmed repeatedly, flooding my little slit with pulse after pulse of that warm sticky liquid. "I'm getting my little girl pregnant," he moaned. "Oh Karen. Take Daddy's sperm inside you. Daddy's going to make a baby in that cute little tummy. Oh. Oohhh!"
With the last "Oh," Daddy's spasms slowed. I looked down at where my father's big penis vanished into the crack between my legs. My little hole was obscenely stretched around the fat cylinder that had slid about a quarter of the way up inside my body. A glob of funny-looking white stuff was puddled on my stomach, just above where Daddy's penis went inside me. I felt stuffed and stretched, but not very satisfied. Things had just been getting interesting when Daddy came. I figured that was what had happened. Daddy came in me. I now had my father's sperm inside me, and I could get pregnant.
"Oh shit!" I thought. I had been so eager to try real sex for the first time that I had forgotten about waiting until I was safe. My period had been over two weeks ago, and I was probably fertile right now. Not only that, but Daddy had come in me, possibly (probably I thought miserably) knocked me up, and I was still a virgin! "Double-shit!" I repeated.
"I'm sorry," said Daddy, "I just couldn't help myself. You're too sexy for your own good." He gave me a grin.
I never could resist Daddy when he grins at me like that. "It's OK, Daddy," I said, "I don't mind. Next time, can we do it right and let me feel you all the way up inside me?"
Daddy grinned again. "Give me 15 minutes," he said. | 2 |
2,302 | Don't Tease | "Don't tease your brother," I admonished Tammy, my youngest daughter. The girl was flashing her big brother, lifting her skirt and showing the older boy where she was sliding a hot dog in and out of the swollen lips of her tight little cunny.
"But Mike LIKES to watch me do it, Dad," objected the 9-year-old, throwing a frown in my direction as she lowered her hands so the bottom of the short skirt now hid the sight of the wiener she had buried in her tight little slit. My daughter didn't need to hold the mini-sausage inside herself with her hands, as the girl's vaginal muscles were young, supple, and strong enough to do so without digital assistance. "So do you," she pouted.
It was true. Michael DID look disappointed as his little sister covered up the erotic sight of a pre-teen girl masturbating herself with the food the family would later eat. Even I was let down a little as the carnal sight was hidden from view. That didn't stop Tammy from continuing to work the meat cylinder in and out of her body. I don't think she COULD stop herself until she got off.
"It's not the LOOKING that's teasing your brother," I explained. "It's showing him something he can't have, that does it."
"Huh?"
I sighed. "Seeing you slide that hot dog up inside you like that, makes your brother (and any adult male watching, for that matter) wish HE could be sliding HIS wiener up inside you, instead of that stupid hot dog. It's unfair to show off in front of your brother like that; teasing the poor kid with something he can't have."
Again a, "Huh?" from both kids. "Mikey can stick his 'thing' up inside me any time he wants to," rebutted his little sister. "He can even cum inside me if he wants to. I don't mind; and he knows it too... Don't you Mikey?"
"Uhuh." Michael nodded and slid closer to his little sister, unbuttoning himself as he did so. "See Dad?" he explained, pulling the offending wiener from his little sister's body and substituting the MUCH larger "sausage" attached to his groin. There was an, "Oof," of surprise from Tammy, then just the normal squishing sounds of two kids having a *very* good time with each other sexually, as my son's swollen prick vanished to the hilt inside the little girl's body. "After all," added the younger child as an afterthought, "it isn't as if Mikey could get me pregnant, you know, since I'm only nine." The youngster almost pouted the last sentence, as if she was disappointed.
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"I can do better than THAT," commented a voice at my shoulder, as the two siblings' older sister peeked past me at the mating duo. I was more surprised at the older girl being in the room or even in the house at all, than when I noticed she was completely naked. However, what REALLY drew my eyes to the budding teenager was the "hot dog" the older girl was carrying.
Unlike the tiny six-inch wiener their brother had put aside in favor of a much more "intimate" tool of his own, my 13-year-old was carrying a piece of bologna that was over TWICE as long as my prick... and approximately the same diameter.
Well, I could describe my surprise when the seventh-grader slid this monster sausage down between her legs and then INSERTED the piece of meat inside her until fully half of it had vanished into the hole between her legs... But it wouldn't begin to approach the reality. Here I had SUPPOSED both of the girls (and their brother too) were virgins. To see that big thing slide into the vagina that all-too-often I had dreamed about myself... and then felt guilty about afterward....
Well, surprise doesn't fully describe what I felt.
However, my prick felt like it had grown almost to the 15 or 16 inches in length that the bologna was. It just ACHED to replace the piece of meat like Mike had replaced the hot dog their little sister had been using."So THAT is the stuff that makes babies," Tammy quietly commented, looking down at the river of white cum oozing out of her abused little slit as Michael's prick wilted and finally slid out of her tight little hole.
"Uhuh," the older boy groaned, too worn out from depositing his seed in the child's body to worry about the reproductive consequences of cumming inside his own little sister's developing young fertility.
"Oh God (again)."
"Do it, Daddy. Shoot your baby-stuff in me, like Mikey did Tammy," Sherrie whined, bucking against me, her flat little belly rippling against mine, her tight little tunnel milking desperately on my abused prick. The sensation was almost overwhelming. "Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. I want to FEEL it."
"Oh. OH... OH SHIT! I'm gonna...." I bit my tongue and barely held out against following my son's example and filling the older girl's womb as full of incestuous seed as the boy had filled his little sister's.
"Don't TEASE the girl, Mike!" my wife sharply reproved me. "It isn't FAIR. You know that."
"Please, Daddy?" the teenager whined and somewhat croaked. At thirteen, nubile and ovulating regularly, the youngster was, I knew, about as fertile as a woman could be. Still, I couldn't resist both her AND my wife at the same time. Besides, Sherrie had wrapped her legs around my body, and there was only ONE place this rusty load of baby-juice was going to go... up inside my daughter's body where it belonged. Yes, I did it. With an aching HEAVE, I jerked myself into my little girl's body and let her have every drop of incestuous cum I had been building up over the last hour or so. Jet after sticky jet, and squirt after thick gooey squirt slid out of the head of my penis and into the heaving and fertile young body of my eldest daughter. Gush after gush and surge after surge of thick white goo rippled through the tube on the base of my penis, up into the head, and then on into the welcoming belly of my own child, as my prick performed its assigned duty of delivering sperm as close as possible to the uterus and womb of a fertile young female as it could. That the belly that would be swelling if that sperm took root was the result of a similar mating of egg and sperm from me not 14 years earlier, had nothing to do with the result. Sherrie needed it, and I gave it to her.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Sherrie meweled. "I'm going to have your baaaayyyybeeee!" The whining keen of a child pleading for something that she knew she shouldn't have... but was determined to get anyway, was the final straw, helping me leave even more sperm in the girl than I thought I had in me. Well, if Sherrie really wanted my baby in her tummy, then I certainly had done my best to put it there. Even if it was just the horniness of the moment and NOT something she really wanted, then I still had done my best to father a child on my own little girl. Her obvious eagerness to feel me do just that had been far too exciting to resist. Even my watching wife hadn't made a move to stop the two of us from procreating.
It was only when my prick was starting to wilt that the guilt hit me. Oh God. Even if my wife DIDN'T kill me for filling our daughter's womb with my baby, it still wasn't something a man was supposed to do.
Still... If given half a chance, I knew damned good and well I'd do it again. From my daughter's satiated and happy look, along with the horny and greedy look on my wife's face, I knew I was going to have more than half a chance... Several chances in fact.
Even Heaven must have its limits. My prick was finally wilting inside Sherrie, and I knew we were going to make a far bigger mess than even Mike and Tammy had. At my age, I could produce probably three or four times the thick heavy cum that a preteen boy could, though that wouldn't be for long. "Oh God," I groaned. "We'd better get a towel before...."
Sherrie suddenly left for the bathroom, only to be stopped by our daughter's frantic waving to, "Wait!"
What the?
Tilting her head back, the girl suddenly gave a couple of gurgling gulps, a ripple of her stomach that somehow squeezed two more drops of thick white cum out of me and into her, and then... And then the end of the bologna sausage appeared in her mouth as she UN-swallowed the enormous piece of meat much faster than ever she swallowed it in the first place!
"Here," she grunted, her voice suddenly husky and much more normal. "THIS will hold it until I get to the bathroom," she explained, forcing the end of the bologna into her sopping cunny as my wilting prick was also forced OUT.
Only a tiny amount of the enormous quantities of thick white reproductive fluid that I knew was trapped inside my little girl's body escaped to make a mess on the floor. "THERE," Sherrie gloated in satisfaction as she stumbled to her feet, the remainder of the huge hunk of bologna sticking out of her body like the oversized schlong on some porno she-male.
"NEXT time, it's MY turn to have Daddy squirt his baby-stuff up inside me," announced her little sister, ignoring the gooey mess dripping from her own oozing little slit. Sherrie just nodded in acceptance of her younger sibling's claim on me, seeming to have expected this. "You can have Mikey, instead. Watching the two of you fuck, was just teasing," Tammy added, silencing any objection I might have made.
"Now girls: Remember what I told you both," spoke up their mother, looking pointedly at the slightly wilted baby-sausage now lying forlornly abandoned on the end-table, while seeming to completely ignore the reproductive fluid dripping from both of her daughter's tight little slits. "Whenever you kids FINISH using the hot-dogs, you're supposed to REMEMBER to put them back in the refrigerator, so they don't spoil and can't be eaten," she reminded the girls. "We don't want good food going to waste, you know."
"Yes, Momma."
WHY was my prick suddenly hard as a brick, all over again? | 2 |
2,304 | Vignette | "Judy, you remember the white stuff that Daddy squirted earlier?"
"Uhuh. Ooof! Unh, that feels good. It sure made a mess, until you had me swallow it."
"In a minute, Daddy's going to squirt that white stuff up inside you."
"Will I feel it?"
"Probably not, but you'll probably feel slicker inside, and Daddy's cock will slide in and out a little easier."
"Is that all? Oooh Daddy, that feels good. Do that again. EEEeek. Thanks Daddy."
"You're welcome."
"So how will I know when Daddy is squirting in me?"
"Daddy will probably stop sliding his penis in and out, and push it all the way up inside you and hold it there, while he squirts."
"Is that all?"
"Well, when he does, I want you to push back and try to squeeze as hard as you can, so Daddy can put as much of that white stuff as far up inside you as he can."
"OK. When will... Oh. Oh Daddy! Oh, that feels good. O Daddy, don't stop. Do it Daddy. Unh. Oh. Oooohh. Ooh, that felt good."
"It feels good to Daddy too."
"Did I do it right? It feels like there's a whole lot of that stuff up inside me."
"You did just fine, Honey. You made your daddy feel real good."
"It made me feel good too. Can we do this some more?"
"We'll see."
"HEY! What about me? Can't I do it?"
"You're a little young yet, Honey."
"I'm not THAT young. Terry says she's been getting her big brother to squirt HIS white stuff in HER vagina, for over two years now, and she's a lot younger than I am."
"Terry? Your cousin?"
"Uhuh. Terry says her big brother doesn't feel as good as when her daddy does it, but her father's only been able to get inside her for about a year." | 1 |
2,305 | Mommy Juice | "Mom?"
"Hnnnh?"
"Are you going to have a baby?"
"Huh? <Hak!> <Splut!> WHAT?!"
"I said, 'Are you going to have a baby?'"
"Yeah, Mom, we want to know."
"NO! I am NOT! What brought THIS on, anyway. I didn't think I looked THAT fat."
"You're not fat at all, Mom."
"Then what brought THIS up?"
"Well... Uh."
"You see..."
"C'mon now, spit it out. When a woman's daughters start asking questions like that, she wants to know what's going on."
"Well... Uh... we were just over at Cindy's house, and she's got a new baby sister."
"Yeah, and we wanted one too."
"No way! After I had you, Julie, I told your father that was it. No more. It's too much pain."
"Aw, PLEASE Mom?"
"Yeah... Ginny's SO cute!"
"Besides, I thought you LIKED babies, Mom. You practically slobber every time Aunt Joan is over with little Mikey."
"Yeah. Please Mom. I want to have a little sister like Cindy does."
"We'll both help you take care of it... it won't be a bother... really."
"Please Mom. Please, please, please?"
"No! If you kids want to have babies, then YOU have them. I'm not going to."
"Huh?"
"I thought only mommies could have babies."
"Well, you're both getting old enough to almost be mommies yourselves. All you need is the right man."
"Really Mom?"
"Really?"
"Oh God. Open mouth, insert foot. Yeah, really."
"But how do we do it?"
"YOU don't."
"But you said..."
"But MOM!"
"I said YOU don't. A man does. He squirts the stuff that makes little girls into mommies in you, and then after a while you have a baby. Surely you both learned all this in 'Sex Education' Class?"
"Uh..."
"Well..."
"Well, didn't they?"
"The talked about diseases and massy... master... mister..."
"Masturbating?"
"Yeah, that... and other weird stuff. It was boring.""So I did. So I did. Look at it this way, girls: How would you like to have to pass a croquet ball?"
<Silence.>
"Oh, come on, Mom, it can't be THAT bad."
"No, it's worse. Think of it. When your father squirts his 'mommy juice' in you, it goes up your vagina and into your tummy to make a baby. Now, how big is your vagina?"
"I don't know, big enough, I guess."
"Big enough... right. Have you girls ever seen your father's penis when it was hard?"
"Hard?"
"I have, Mom! It was... I don't know, about as long as my hand and about as big around as my arm."
"Well, not quite THAT big, honey. Your father's penis is about average size, about 6 inches long and a little over 1 1/4 inches thick. Let me see your hand... well, maybe you're right. Your hand and arm ARE pretty small. Anyway, the question is, how would you like something THAT big shoved up your asshole?"
"Ooouuuch!"
"Ow. Makes me wince to think about it. Why, Mom?"
"Just wait; I'll get there. Now, how would you like that thing going up your 'hole,' as you call it, your 'crack' or vagina?"
"You're kidding, right? I remember once taking a shit that wasn't near as big as Dad's 'thing,' and it hurt like heck."
"Me too."
"And my hole is even smaller than that. No way. It wouldn't go in."
"Well, that's the point. It WOULD go in. In the first place, it would HAVE to, if you were going to have your father's baby. In the second, women's vaginas stretch. Even yours, Julie, will easily stretch to accept a bigger penis than your father's. It HAS to, if the man is going to squirt his sperm inside you and get you pregnant."
"So what's the point, Mom?"
"Well, think of this: While it might be a little painful the first time or two you get fucked, your vagina gets used to that, and after a while, it even starts to feel good."
"Like Leanne said it does?"
"Uh-huh, or even better. As I said earlier, it's FUN making a baby."
"If that's the case, then where's the trouble?"
"Marie, Julie, I want you to THINK. Daddy squirts his 'mommy juice' inside you, so you become a mommy. Where does it go?"
"In my tummy?"
"Close enough. So, if you're a 'Big Girl,' a baby starts to grow in your tummy, and after a few months, you get fat, like Aunt Joan did. Got that much?"
<Silence.>
"So now for the BIG question... You've got a baby in your tummy... How does it get out? Remember how big Mikey's head was."
"You don't mean..."
"I shit it out?"
"No, idiot... oops, sorry. No, the baby comes out the same way it went in. Stretching you all the way. If you think your vagina is too tight to take your father's penis, then think of what it will be like to feel a baby's head at almost four inches across forcing its way out of you. And like a big hard turd, it WILL come. You have no choice. NOW do you see what I meant about 'shitting a croquet ball'?"
"Ooooh."
"Yeah. Ouch."
<Silence.>
"So let's not hear any more about this, OK?"
"Uh, Mom?"
<Sigh.> "What, Julie?"
"It only hurts for a while, doesn't it? I mean, like when I take that shit, I get over it, don't I?"
"Well, yes, but... It hurts a LOT more than that."
"People do it all the time, don't they?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"And they aren't sorry they have kids, are they?"
"Well..."
"YOU aren't sorry you had US, are you?"
"Of COURSE not, honey. You're worth every bit of the pain."
"That's what I thought. When can I do it?"
"Huh?"
"When can I have Dad teach me how to be a mommy, by squirting that stuff that makes girls into mommies in me?"
"Hey! That's not fair! I want Dad to squirt 'mommy juice' in me too!"
"What?! After all that discussion about how painful it is, you STILL want to get pregnant?"
"I TOLD you over half an hour ago that I wanted another brother or sister."
"Me too! I want to be a mommy to my little sister too!"
"Oh, shit.""That ought to get him up!"
"Uh... Please Daddy? I want you to teach me how to make a baby, like you did Julie... Please Dad? Mom says when a baby gets big, you can feel it moving around inside you, and I want to feel what it's like to have my own little brother squirming inside my tummy. Please Dad? It isn't fair if Julie gets to feel you making a baby in her, when I don't. Mom says you could have been squirting mommy-juice in my tummy for years now. If you had, maybe I could have been a mommy two or three times already. It's not fair that Julie gets to go first. Please Dad? I want a baby too!"
"Mmmpthpt! Hey! Ease up Marie! If you keep that up, your father's going to be squirting THIS load of `mommy-juice' down my throat, instead of up your tummy, like it belongs! Now quick! Get around here, before your father loses it again!"
"OK, Mom... Daddy I... Oooooh. Oh, that feels good. Put some more in Dad, please? Oooh. Thanks Dad."
"Oh shit, that feels good. Omigosh, here it... Oh. Oh God, that feels good. Now slide down a little Hon, so Dad can slide it in and out."
"What are they doing Mom?"
"They're fucking, Honey. Sliding in and out like that makes your father and sister feel real good. In a minute or two, your father is going to squirt his sperm inside your big sister, just like he did in you. OK?"
"OK Mom... I guess. How come Dad didn't do that with me, and how come it didn't hurt Marie, like it did me?"
"Well, as to the first, it's probably because being smaller, tighter, and being first, you were too sexy for your own good; so your father got too excited to NEED to fuck you like this. He couldn't help cumming in you. Sometimes you see, being first isn't necessarily being best."
"Oh."
"Second, your big sister is bigger inside, older, more developed, and quite possibly had already lost her hymen for one reason or another."
"Oh. What's a hymen?"
"That's a little piece of skin inside your vagina. Dad had to break it to get all the way up inside you. This only happens the first time. Remember how I said it would hurt?"
"You didn't tell me it would hurt like THAT. You said it was like taking a shit. Still, it wasn't all THAT bad. You said he tore it. Does that mean I'm bleeding inside?"
"Probably... in fact, almost certainly. I see a tinge of red on your father's penis right now. It's nothing to worry about... we'll take care of it later... after you let it soak in for a while."
"OK Mom, if you say so."
"Now hush. I think your father's about to squirt his `mommy-juice' inside your big sister."
"Squeak. Squeak. Squeak."
"Oh Marie! Daddy loves you so."
"Squeak. Squeak. Squeak."
"I love you too, Dad."
"Squeak. Squeak. Squeak."
"Oh!... Oh God, I'm gonna..."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak."
"Oh Daddy!"
"Squeak-squeak-squeak."
"OOOoooouuugghhhh! Oh God."
"Oh Daddy."
"Oh."
"Oh Daddy!!! Don't stop!"
"I... I can't help it, Hon... I'm beat! Ooohh Sheeit!"
"Daddeeeee!"
"Oh get out of the way!... Stupid incompetent males! Here Honey, let me help."
"But Mom! That's NASTY! That's where I PEE out of. I mean Daddy just..."
"Sluuurp! Lap, lap."
"Oh Momma. Oh Mom. Oh."
"Slobbbber."
"OH! Oh MommmmeeeeEEEEEEKKK! Ah. Ah! AAAuughh! Oh! Oh... oh. Thanks Mom, I needed that."
"I could tell."
"Wow! That was awesome! Mom?"
"Puff. Yes, Hon?"
"When can Dad fuck ME like that?"
"Oh shit... I'm dead."
"Sorry Dear, but your father is pretty much `used up', for right now. Even when he DOES recover, it'll be my turn. So why don't you kids go get washed-up, and ready for bed. Try not to wash ALL of the cum out of your holes, but try not to make a mess of the bed, either. OK?"
"OK, Mom."
"Clatter... SLAM!... Click."
"Uh, Dan?..."
"Yuh?"
"I have a confession to make."
"What's that?"
"I DID set the girls up on this. They don't know it, but I sent them over to visit the baby next-door, just to get them thinking about having a little brother of their own."
"I FIGURED it was something like this."
"Hush. They say confession is good for the soul, and I need to get this one off mine."
"It's YOUR conscience."
"Uhuh. Anyway, after I tricked Marie into asking me if I was going to have a baby, I steered the subject into where they were telling me how they wanted a baby-sister or baby-brother."
"You already knew that."
"Uhuh. But THEN I got REALLY sneaky. I slowly led them from the idea of ME having a baby, to THEM having a baby, and from there to their having YOUR baby, so it would be their own brother or sister... neat, huh?"
"Well, if you think *I* am going to object..."
"Snicker."
"Anyway, that cute scene about having you pump `mommy-juice' in their tummies so they could get to be big-girls and be mommies themselves, was kind of a bonus. I think it's real cute, don't you?"
"Groan."
"Yep, I think you do. Just think... If you keep on squirting `mommy-juice' in those little girls' cute little tummies, you might just be able to father three, four, or even five kids on each of our daughters before they get out of high-school."
"You don't REALLY expect me to get them pregnant that many times do you? I mean, Julie's only..."
"Old enough to bleed, is old enough to breed. Besides, that just gives you that many MORE chances to get her pregnant before she even gets out of grade-school, let alone high-school."
"Ooooh! You really DO expect me to get them pregnant. And here I thought I was the `dirty old man'!"
"Well... actually I just expect you to TRY. As long as you make sure they both get lots of your `mommy-juice' in their tummies, then when or if they get pregnant will take care of itself. We only have to wait. So we'll just worry about that little thing, when their panties start to get tight, OK?"
"OK, I guess."
"Good. Now I want a little of this myself; so remember: I promised the girls that from now on you'd see to it that they both got lots of the white stuff that makes mommies out of little girls in their tummies from now on. So I don't want you to neglect either one of them."
"Groan."
"Ooohhh, good! I thought that would get you. | 5 |
2,307 | Teaching Judy | "See Judy," I said, looking down at where the cum-dribbling head of my swollen penis had vanished into the tight little hole between my 12-year-old daughter's legs, "I told you it would fit." The tight ring of the child's vagina spasming around my prick almost had me filling the little girl's body full of incestuous sperm before I even got properly inside her.
"Oh!" said the little girl in surprise, as she felt the head of my prick slip inside her. Then, as she felt me slowly pushing in and out, slowly working by fractional inches to get even more cock buried inside her, "Is this really how you make a baby, Daddy?"
"Uhuh," I said. By now I had almost a third of my thick prick buried in my little girl's body. Something was blocking my way of getting farther inside her. "Only I've got to get it all the way up inside you," I said, "if you're really going to get pregnant when I squirt my sperm inside you."
"Do you HAVE to, Daddy?" she asked, plaintively. Judy didn't pull away, though; even though I could tell from her winces that it hurt a little, each time I pushed a little harder at her virginity. When I nodded, the little girl braced herself, and said, "It's OK, Daddy, I don't mind."
At her acquiescence, I grabbed my daughter by the hips and shoved hard. There was a moment's hesitation, and I felt an inner ring split around the head of my prick, before two more inches slid into my daughter's body.
"Ow!" said Judy, but still didn't pull away. I was proud of my little girl. Judy was the first virgin I ever fucked, but I knew it must hurt her more than she wanted to admit, as tears started rolling down her cute little face, while I rested with 2/3 of my penis inside her. "Is that it, Daddy?" she finally asked, looking down at where her father's fat prick was splitting her tight little cunny, once she got used to having me inside her.
"No," I said. "There's still more. But this won't hurt like that did; you'll just feel a little stuffed, OK?"
"OK, Daddy." Judy sniffled a little, then bravely pushed back, while I pushed in. One inch, and then another slid into my daughter's body, until her cunny lips were splayed around the base of my prick, and I knew my penis was leaking pre-cum and sperm into my little girl's womb. "Are we 'doing it' now?" she asked.
"Uhuh," I said, sliding out about an inch, then sliding back in until once again I felt the little girl's cervix bumping against the head of my prick. "THIS is how you make a baby," I told her. "In a minute, Daddy is going to squirt his sperm inside you, so you'll know what it's like to make a baby...OK?"
"OK, Daddy," sniffled the little girl. "If you say so...What's sperm?""OK, Daddy," she sighed, seemingly just as sexually wrung out as I was. "Does that mean I'm going to have a baby now?" she asked.
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I couldn't resist the temptation. "Possibly," I said, "but not likely. Usually, the man has to do it quite a few times before they get lucky, and his baby starts to grow inside her tummy. We'll probably have to 'practice' quite a few times before you get it right. OK?"
"Oh," she said.
"Even if you do," I continued, greatly daring, but also looking ahead to the future, "we'll probably want to keep on doing this anyway... even after you have a baby. After all, I don't want you to get out of practice, once you learn how." I almost couldn't believe I heard those words come out of my own mouth. I waited breathlessly to see if my daughter had bought it.
"OK, Daddy," she replied, as if it didn't make any difference either way with her. Still, I could tell my daughter was almost as interested in having me "practice making a baby in her" as I was. I almost giggled to myself at the obscene idea as we cleaned up. Then, I told Judy to be ready to "practice" each night, before she went to bed, starting tonight. That way, my sperm would soak into her womb during the night, and she would have a better chance of getting pregnant with my baby.
Judy just nodded, as if she expected it.
"Well, did you?" asked my wife suspiciously. Marsha had palmed the job of teaching our daughters about sex off on me, as she was just too "shy and embarrassed" about such things to talk sex with her own daughter. Right now, she wanted to know if I had fallen down on the job too.
"I taught her some of it," I sighed, as if it had been an onerous chore. (Tiring it had been; onerous, no.) "But there's still a lot she has to learn. I'll probably have to keep on teaching her for quite a while, until she learns it right. OK?"
"Hmmph," said my wife, "Better you, than me."
I had to agree. "So for a while," I said, "I'll be giving Judy lessons every night, before she goes to bed." I thought a bit, then added, greatly daring, "If you want to help me show her some of the parts about women, then you could help too."
"If you think I am going to bare my body in front of our daughter and teach her about sex, you're out of your mind," said my wife. "YOU can do it with YOUR body if you want," she snickered at the thought, "but don't count ME in. If you need to show her how various parts of the female body work, then use HER body, not mine! After all, she's a woman too, you know."
"Yes Dear," I said. THIS set of instructions I was going to follow to the letter.
"Just don't disturb ME, when you do it," she said. "I'll be at the other end of the house, so don't bother me, OK?" My wife waited for my nod to continue, "And John?... Make sure you teach her where babies come from, and how they are made. We don't want our daughter getting pregnant by accident, or because she doesn't know what's happening. So I want you to make sure Judy knows exactly what happens, and how it's done."
"Yes Dear," I said, barely suppressing a smirk. "I've started doing that already, and will be teaching her some more tonight."
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"See that you do," said Marsha. "And make sure that I don't have to listen in, while you do, OK?"
"Yes Dear." I couldn't believe my wife had made things that easy for me. If she only knew...
I was just about to head back to my room, grinning happily now that my wife had just made it incredibly easy for me to fuck and suck our sexy young daughter without her even knowing it. If (when) our little girl got pregnant, I would face that problem then. If I was lucky, in about two years our second daughter would be old enough for me to teach her, "How to make a baby" with her own father. Marsha stopped me.
"John?" she said, just as I was about to leave.
"Uh?" I said. I knew my wife was about to add the "kicker." I had been married to Marsha long enough to know that she always had one last instruction, that usually was more trouble than all the earlier ones. I wondered what ELSE she wanted to say... Jennifer was still too young yet, so it couldn't be that... It wasn't... quite.
"Judy's period was just last week," she said, picking up her paper and leaving, "so you've only got a week or so, if you're intending to get that little girl pregnant before Christmas... If I were you, I wouldn't be waiting until tonight." My wife's voice came trailing back to me as she vanished into the other room. "If you really TRY, maybe you can father two or possibly even three kids on Judy over the next couple of years, so her little sister can see what's going to happen to HER, when it's time for you to teach Jennifer, 'How to make a baby with Daddy.' You realize you don't have a lot of time to spare; as Judy had her first period when she was just a few months older than Jenny is now."
My mouth was gaping as Marsha left without waiting for a response. Which was good, because for once I didn't have a thing to say. | 1 |
2,315 | The Reformed Child-Abuser | "MISTER Peters," the firm voice of the sexy young woman hauled me back from my daydreams, "you said you wanted help, so please pay attention."
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"Now remember, you agreed for your daughter's sake to take this course," she reminded me. "Or would it help to keep your attention if I took some of my clothes off?" Cathy Morgenstern looked eager at the prospect.
I sweated. This was one of the reasons I had been scared to come here. Still, a licensed, bonded, nymphomaniac like Cathy would probably be able to help me if anyone could. "Uh, not quite yet," I said, putting it off. "It would probably distract me more than help at the moment."
"Whatever you say," she replied, "Still, you've got to get used to the idea of seeing other women besides your wife naked, and even get used to fucking them, if we're going to solve your problem."
"I know," I answered, "but just not yet, please?" The reminder of my wife made me even more nervous. Even though she had been the one pressuring me to come here, I found it hard to believe Lois REALLY wanted me to, to, to... fuck some other woman... No, not just some other woman. Lois wanted me to fuck... I couldn't do it.
"You DO love your daughter, don't you?" asked the counselor with some sympathy.
I nodded, unable to say much more. That was the whole idea. I was thoroughly disgusted with myself. Once I watched that TV show about parents who abused their children and realized that I was such an abuser, I had been feeling so guilty I could barely live with myself. I mean, previous to that, I had never even THOUGHT that what I was doing to Sherry could be considered abuse. In fact, just the opposite. It shows just how you can fool even yourself about things. I mean, sex with my own daughter? I had never even thought about it in terms of abuse. Except possibly the other way around.
Now, my secret was out, and I knew the shame Sherry must feel at school, every time the other children looked at her. Or talked about her behind her back. That her own father would treat her like that. I felt lower than a snake's-belly in a swamp. It hadn't been until the "Opra Nymph" show, where I heard several parents like me trying to justify their abuse, that I realized just how perverted I had been. Thank goodness for the child-abuse hot-line they showed on the screen.
With that, and my wife's help, I had agreed to take a course to help me overcome the effects of the abuse I had received as a child. So hopefully the chain of abuse would stop now. I had never realized until now, how much abuse begets abuse."Relax; let it flow," crooned Cathy, as she somehow snuggled even closer. It was almost like she was a second skin of mine. I found that my hands had somehow made their way up underneath Cathy's halter and were massaging her lovely breasts without any conscious volition on my part.
At 18, Cathy's body was just coming into its prime. I knew that not many women managed to pass the boards for nymphomania before they were 18, but Cathy had been working as a sex instructor for at least two years already. This was especially helpful when dealing with problems like mine. Since my problem was having sex with a little girl, it helped tremendously to have someone as young as Cathy start me in the normal direction. By the time we were finished, maybe Sherry and I could enjoy time together just like any normal father and daughter, instead of having my sexual hangup with young girls come between us.
Being as young as she was, yet definitely mature, Cathy was slowly directing my sexual arousal to a more normally accepted type.
"Oooh, that feels good," she said, as my fingers dug deeper into her soft mounds. "Here, let me get this off," she said, struggling to get me out of my shirt.
Two minutes later, we were both in a clinch on the couch. (Well, actually it was more like a bed, but that was to be expected for a sex counselor.)
"Now tell me," Cathy purred, as she reached in my pants and started rubbing my swollen prick, "how sexy your little girl is."
Cathy's smooth, cool hands almost had me squirting thick, sticky white stuff all over her, but she was an expert and knew just exactly how far to go. Besides, the reminder about Sherry made my prick wilt a little.
"Uh, I don't think," I started.
"Sure you do," murmured Cathy, stopping for a second to tickle my nipple with her tongue. "Your daughter is a very sexy young girl. I'm sure you've noticed it too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. So tell me about her."
"Uh, Sherry's just a little girl!" I expostulated.
"Uhuh, and so am I," said Cathy. "Feel."
Cathy led my hand down into her silky little panties, until I felt something wet and slippery. Two soft mounds parted before my finger, as I caught my breath. Cathy was as bare as a 5-year-old child! Her little cunny-lips were as naked as any little girl I had ever imagined; without even a trace of stubble to show she ever had any hair down there.
"See," she said, "little girls DO turn you on." Her voice suddenly shifted range, and she piped up in a little-girl voice, "Ooh Daddy! What's this big thing in your pants? C'n I play with it? Please Daddy?"
The scenario was incredibly real. My prick began spouting thick white cream all over Cathy's milking little hand.
"Oh Daddy," she pouted, still in that incredible little-girl voice, "you were supposed to squirt that stuff in me, like Momma said. You promised me you'd teach me how to make a baby; and now you gone and wasted it!"
I tried to get into the fantasy. Surprisingly, it wasn't all that hard to do after all. "It's OK Honey," I said, patting the "little girl" on the head. "Daddy's got a lot more of that white-stuff for his little girl. Why don't you and I get ALL undressed, so Daddy can show you how he makes babies in little girls."
Oh God! I WAS a pervert after all! I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this fantasy.
Cathy kept up the illusion. "Really Daddy," she squealed. "Promise?"
I had never lied to my real daughter, and I didn't want to start with this imaginary one. "Promise," I said.
"Oooh Daddy," she said in that sexy little girl squeal, "I can't wait to have a baby like Marsha did. She's been showing off her big belly; showing everybody how her daddy is taking care of her. I want to show her that I can fuck my daddy just as good as she does. I can't wait to see her face, when my tummy starts to stick out."
At this reminder of the way I had been mistreating Sherry, I almost lost my hard-on, but Cathy never gave me a chance. "Fuck me Daddy," she said, "Please?" rubbing her bare little slit against my prick, while she did so. Somehow Cathy had managed to slip out of her short little dress and flimsy panties, while I was distracted. "Please Daddy?" she repeated.
I did it. Cathy's teasing had gotten to be too much. For the first time in over 14 years, I fucked someone other than my wife. I couldn't even make myself feel properly guilty, as I knew that Lois had not only set me up with this girl (woman) but actually WANTED me to fuck her. Not just once, but many times; until I finally got over this "thing" I had about my daughter, and was able to treat both her and Sherry like any normal man would his wife and daughter.
Well, at least this fantasy was safer than doing the real thing to Sherry.
As I said, I fucked Cathy; really getting into the fantasy of her being my daughter, and giving the little girl what she so obviously wanted.
"Oh," I said, "Daddy's going to do it. I'm going to squirt your sexy little tummy so full of baby-juice you'll be having kids for the next six years."
Cathy let out an involuntary giggle at this; spoiling for a moment the illusion of a father screwing the heck out of his little girl. I grinned back at her. It WAS funny.
Then Cathy slipped easily back into the role. "Oh Goody," she squealed, "I promised Momma I'd give her at least three kids to raise, before I get married. I'll show that stuck up old Marsha who really loves her daddy!"
This was too much. I jammed my suddenly erupting prick up to the hilt in Cathy's squirming little belly, as I felt jet after jet of potent sperm squirt into her unprotected young womb. Professional nymphos like Cathy deliberately never used birth control; preferring to take the risk of having a baby, in order to get that extra thrill from their partners of knowing that every time she screwed she might be creating a new life.
Since the government covered all costs, and kept her salary going when she did, it's no wonder that so many girls envied those women who managed to get their certificates. Not many women could take the challenge of unlimited nymphomania, but the rewards were well worth it.
Just knowing that this sexy young girl not only didn't mind if I got her pregnant, but was trying as hard as I was to do it, made me squirt more sperm inside her than I usually squirted in my wife in a week. The fantasy of it being my own daughter I was getting pregnant, just added to the sexiness of the scene.
"Thanks Daddy," said Cathy; still acting like the little girl. "I hope I'm pregnant now," she added.
Somehow I knew that Cathy was being sincere, even though she was still pretending to be my daughter. Even the knowledge that not 10 minutes after I left, Cathy would probably be asking some completely different man to knock her up; and meaning it then too, did little to detract from the erotic moment.
"Well, if not," I snickered, "then I guess Daddy will just have to keep trying until he does."
We both burst into a fit of giggles at that.
"See," said Cathy; for a moment the professional woman again. "Does that make you feel a little bit better about fucking your little girl?"
My face flamed red. I was STILL ashamed to admit how much I had really enjoyed the little fantasy.
Cathy noticed. "I see 'Daddy' and I need to work on things a bit more," she teased.
My face flamed even brighter if possible.
"Well, I can see that this will take a little bit sterner measures," said Cathy.
I looked at her. Pretending I was fucking my own little girl wasn't enough for one session? Obviously not.
Cathy went over to a machine on her desk, and pushed a button. "Yes Ms. Morgenstern?" came the tinny voice of her sexretary. "It's like I figured," said Cathy, "I'm going to have to do what I said earlier. So set things up like I told you to, and make sure we aren't disturbed for at least two hours. OK?"
"OK Cathy," said the voice, suddenly seeming friendlier. "I'll set things up just like you said. No calls." There was a click as the line closed.
"Now," said Cathy throatily, "I've got you all to myself for at least two hours. We're going to explore this thing you have for your daughter in real depth." She suddenly giggled again. "Or, as for the time being, I'm going to be acting as your daughter; we're going to explore that 'thing' you have IN your little girl." Her giggles were infectious.
Well, it WAS funny. Soon I was chuckling right along with her. "Yeah," I said, getting into the act again, "there's this 'thing' my daughter and I have to get straight between us." Oh God, what a line!
For almost five minutes we lay gasping and giggling together; rolling around on the floor gasping out corny old jokes about the "bone I wanted to pick" with my daughter, and how we were going to "work things out together." Rolling naked on the floor with a sexy young woman while you make obscene jokes is indescribably sexy. It didn't take long for my prick to be as erect as if I hadn't just filled Cathy's cute little tummy full of baby-making sperm not more than 30 minutes earlier. Well, Cathy WAS a professional. WHAT a girl. Still, I'm glad I married a more normal woman. Two weeks with a nympho like Cathy, and I'd be dead.
That's why nymphos and satyrs rarely if ever married. Still, there WAS the guy down at work, who was married to a school-nurse.She got her sex every day down at school, fucking all the horny teenage boys, until she was able to come home to the man she loved without wearing him out. He still usually fucked her about twice a day anyway.
It's no wonder that nymphomaniacs were so rare and valuable. Almost as rare as the true satyr. I shuddered at the thought of giving my life up for sex.
I mean, I like sex, but it was not everything. To a nymph or satyr, that's all they lived for. For a moment, I pitied Cathy. Then her good nature and incredible sexiness made me realize that she was not to be pitied. Cathy obviously loved her work too much for pity. If you're happy with your work, then what more do you need?
As I said, my erection grew back, and we made jokes about what to do with it, or where to "hide" that "thing" before some "innocent little girl" came along and saw it. God, it was funny!
Finally, Cathy looked at me and asked, "Jack, do you trust me?"
"Huh?" I asked. "Of course I do," I said, and meant it. Not only was Cathy a certified, licensed, and bonded nymphomaniac, but after that incredible scene earlier, I felt as if we'd been friends for life. It's amazing how having sex with someone breaks the ice, so to speak.
"Then lie down," said Cathy, pointing to the bed, "I want to tie you up."
My eyebrows must have vanished into my hairline, but I did it anyway. I would never have imagined Cathy was into bondage, but I guess as a pro, she had to be into a little of everything.
Cathy picked up four soft-looking ropes and pointed out to me that a big strong man like me could break them, but she was counting on me not to try. I promised I wouldn't.
In an amazingly short time, Cathy had me spread-eagled on the bed, as with a few quick turns of her wrists she tied each hand and foot securely to eye-bolts mounted in the frame that I hadn't noticed before. Cathy had quite obviously done this quite often before.
As she tied me down, Cathy started explaining. "The main reason for the ropes," she said, "is so you can't take the hood off." Here, Cathy showed me a black hood, obviously designed to make it impossible to see through.
I wondered just how far she was going to go? Whips and chains? As long as she didn't go too far, I guess I'd try it. Still, I was a little worried. "Are you going to gag me too?" I asked.
I guess my worries must have shown, because Cathy hastened to reassure me. "Oh no!" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all. The hood is just so you can't see. If you did, it would spoil the fantasy."
"Huh?" I asked, as I watched Cathy rummage in a drawer for something.
"See this?" she asked, showing me something that looked like a cross between a condom and a woman's diaphragm. I guess you'd have to expect something like that in a professional nympho's office.
"What is it?" I asked, testing the ropes. I figured Cathy was right; I could get loose if I had to. I didn't want to spoil whatever she was working so hard to set up though. After that previous fantasy, I knew Cathy had sexual talents I had never heard of.
"It's a fake hymen."
"Huh?"
"It's an artificial hymen," she explained. "Some men like to pretend they're fucking a virgin, and this almost feels like the real thing. It's designed to break, unlike a diaphragm or condom, so it almost feels like taking a woman's virginity. You remember that scene earlier?"
How could I forget? I nodded, as best I could in my bonds.
"Well, I'm going to pretend I'm a little girl who gets her cherry popped by her own father. Only I don't want you to be looking at me, as it will spoil the illusion. You know how tight I was?"
Again, I nodded.
"Well, you ain't felt nothing yet. They give us lessons before we are certified, and I could squeeze the neck off a coke bottle." Somehow, I knew she wasn't kidding.
"So now let me slip this hood over your head, while I practice my voices."
The world went suddenly black, and her voice seemed to shift. "First," she said, "I'm going to try and imitate your wife."
Cathy's voice was now lower and huskier, but she didn't have it quite right. I told her so.
"How's this?" she said, correcting herself.
"Better," I acknowledged, "not perfect, but better."
Actually, Cathy was incredibly good. Though, after hearing her trick voice earlier, when she pretended to be my daughter, I wasn't surprised.
"How about this, as your daughter?" she said in the same voice she had used earlier. My penis strained at the very thought of my little girl seeing me bound and naked like this. "Not quite," I groaned. "She's a little higher than that, and she lisps a little because of her missing teeth."
Once again, her voice seemed to shift. "You mean like this, Daddy?" she asked.
"Oh God," I said; she really was good.
"Good," said Cathy, in her more normal voice. "Now I want you to pretend you are sleeping, when you hear your wife and daughter enter the room. Whatever you do, don't act like you're awake, or know that they're there. OK?"
"OK," I agreed, and closed my eyes, to complete the illusion. The hood was unnecessary. If Cathy had asked, I would have kept my eyes closed anyway.
"Sssst!" came the whisper. "Watch it, Honey, you'll wake Daddy."
"Sorry, Momma, I slipped." Cathy was incredible.
I listened closely to the obscene conversation.
"Oh, Momma," came the sweet little girl voice, "you were right, Daddy does sleep naked. Is that his cock?"
"Uhuh. See that sack underneath it?" came the other voice.
I let myself drift into Cathy's fantasy. If she wanted me to pretend it was my wife and daughter, I was willing. Especially, if this would help me resolve my problems at home.
"That's Daddy's testicles," said Lois. "It's where Daddy makes sperm."
"Oh wow, Mommy, you mean the things that make babies?"
"Uhuh. Daddy stores his sperm inside his body, until he fucks someone, and then he squirts it out of his penis up inside her. That's how babies are made."
"You mean if Daddy squirted his stuff in me, then I'd have a baby too?"
"Well, maybe. Some girls don't get pregnant right away, and you have to be old enough."
"Ginny Summers is two years younger than I am, and she already has two babies by her father," said Sherry. "How come I can't have Daddy's baby like everybody else does?"
Oh Jesus! The very reason I was in Cathy's office. For a second, my prick started to wilt, but I managed to steel myself, and face the fact I was a pervert.
"Daddy doesn't want to hurt you, Honey."
"Daddy doesn't love me! Heck, even little Carol across the street is pregnant, and I've never even gotten fucked yet. Daddy doesn't love me," repeated Sherry.
This time, my prick did wilt, at the thought of how I had been abusing my little girl. I resolved that as soon as Cathy finished this, I was going home and apologize to my wife and daughter for being so cruel.
In the meantime, the whispering continued.
"Why don't you try it now, while he's sleeping," asked my wife.
"But Momma, it's too soft, it'll never go inside me."
Soft? Maybe. But I knew it wouldn't be for long, after that obscene suggestion.
"You'll just have to make it hard."
"How, Momma?"
<whisper> <whisper>
"SUCK on it?! But Momma!"
"Oh, here, I'll show you," It was absolutely amazing how Cathy got the exasperated tone of my wife down pat.
My admiration was distracted by Cathy's warm mouth descending on my prick. She didn't have quite the expertise you might expect from a professional nympho, but it was amazingly accurate as a wife showing her little girl how.
"Now you try it," she instructed.
This time, the pretended clumsiness almost made me laugh. Even virgins aren't that clumsy. Cathy even nicked me a couple of times with her teeth before pulling off to ask, "How's that, Momma?"
After about three more tries, Cathy was doing a better job than even when she started. Again, I almost giggled. If a little girl was that inexperienced to start with, then no way would she learn that fast either. Still, I didn't want to spoil everything by laughing.
Just as I was getting into having one of the best blow-jobs of my life, it stopped. "What?" asked Sherry.
"You don't want to suck him off, dear," said my wife.
"Oh? What do I do now, then?"
"Swing your leg over your father, and put it up inside you," Lois instructed.
"OK, Momma."
There was a shifting on the bed, and I felt two silky-smooth legs spread around my middle, and a hand was reaching down and grabbing my throbbing prick.
"What do I do now, Momma?" repeated the little girl.
"Rub the head around until it's slippery, then slide down as far as you can."
The feel of Cathy's baby-smooth cunny lips stretching around the head of my prick almost made me cum right then, but I wanted to finish this fantasy just as much as Cathy did. The thought of that fake "hymen" waiting to be broken was enough to make me grit my teeth, and fight down the rising surge until I managed to control myself. Just in time too; as the head of my prick slipped into an incredibly tight ring at the entrance to Cathy's tight pussy.
She was right. Cathy had muscles that could snap a man's prick right off. God, was she tight. With fake whimpers and mewls, she forced herself down, until the head of my prick reached that rubber barrier.
By this time, I didn't care about the "fake virginity".All I wanted was to be bottomed out in Cathy, while I filled her sexy little womb with jet after jet of sperm. Only now, I was imagining that it was Sherry that I was fucking, and it would be my own daughter's unprotected young womb that I would be squirting my incestuous seed into. Cathy's treatment was having an effect on me, after all.
"Do it. Do it," I muttered under my breath, pushing up hard into my "daughter."
"Momma, Daddy's waking up," said Sherry.
"Slide down," said the older voice.
Obediently, Cathy shifted her body lower.
"Oh! It hurts," said the "Sherry" voice.
Suddenly everything stopped for a moment, as Cathy leaned closer to me. "Promise you won't take the hood off?" she asked. My arms were aching from trying to grab her, and I guess Cathy could tell.
"Promise," I groaned.
The knots must have been slip-knots, and on longer ropes than I remembered; because first on the other, then all four ropes came loose, without Cathy having to shift more than an inch or two from on top of me.
I reached for her and pulled her down.
"It hurts," repeated Cathy; hamming it up for all she was worth.
The damned rubber fake wouldn't break. Cathy pulled herself up about two inches, then said, "Sit down," in my wife's voice, as she thrust herself down hard, as if forced down by someone else. There was a straining moment, then my prick burst through the rubber ring and slid home inside her.
Oh god, did that feel good! Cathy continued to make little whimpering noises, as if it still hurt her, before telling me to, "Cum in me Daddy."
Oh shit. By this time, I was fully into it. If my little girl wanted me to squirt her tight little crack full of her daddy's greasy cum, then I would. No more apologies. No more holding back. I didn't care about the neighbors anymore, and what they thought about me screwing or not screwing my own daughter. If Sherry wanted me to fuck her, and even knock her up, then I would. If she didn't, then I wouldn't touch her. It no longer mattered to me what the neighbors thought, or Sherry's classmates thought if she showed up with a big belly; it only mattered what Sherry herself thought. I was no longer worried about social workers, Cathy, or even my wife.
"Oh Sherry," I groaned, as I sent bolt after bolt of rich creamy seed into my little girl's body. "Daddy loves you so."
"I...Love...You...Too...Daddy," 'Sherry' replied; shivering on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and cuddled her close. "At 18, you'd think that Cathy would weigh more," I thought, as the last trickles of cum leaked out of my prick into her welcoming young womb.
"Daddy," asked Cathy, still using her 'Sherry' voice.
"Yes, dear." Somehow it didn't seem wrong to call Cathy "dear" even if she was playing the role of my daughter.
"If I don't get pregnant this time, promise you'll keep trying until I do?"
"Promise," I replied, as Cathy untied the hood and slid it off my head.
For a moment, I blinked in the sudden light at my daughter sitting on top of me, with her tight little hole still squeezing my prick in a warm comfortable manner. "I promise," I repeated; looking over at my wife to see her pleased reaction as I did so.
"Daddy!" said Sherry; suddenly looking annoyed, as she sat up; forcing a little more of my softening prick up inside her, "You knew! Didn't you?"
I grinned and shrugged. What could I say? I had been suspicious ever since Cathy showed me that "fake virginity" just before covering my head with the hood. Once her voice shifted position, I had been fairly sure. Still I COULD have been wrong. I grinned at my two lovers.
"Thanks girls," I said to both of them; and, "I owe you one," to my wife.
"Where's Cathy?" I asked, as we finally uncoupled.
Hurriedly Sherry grabbed the "fake virginity" and used the fancy diaphragm to keep my sperm bottled up inside her. It was obvious that the 13-year-old DID want to have her father's baby, just like all the neighbor kids were doing.
"She left about a half-hour ago," giggled Lois. "She was too horny, and couldn't wait for another go at you. Besides, she had another appointment with the football team."
"You're kidding," I said; but it was more of a question than a statement.
"Well, that's what I thought, but you never know with Cathy..."
There was a loud "Thump-Bang" from the adjoining room, then a loud, "Hey, it's MY turn!" Followed by a giggle that we all recognized as Cathy's.
...On the other hand, you never really did know with Cathy.
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2,316 | Playing adult games with Little Sister | "MOM!" yelled little Amy Porter as she came running into the living room. "MOM! Jeffy's doing it again! MOM!" The lithe little nine-year-old literally caromed off her mother's legs as she turned the corner leading from the living room to the kitchen.
Jen Porter looked down at her youngest daughter, who was scrambling out of a rather undignified sprawl and getting back to her feet.
"What's all the hubbub about this time, Amy?"
"It's Jeffy! He's doing it again! Right in front of me!"
"Jeff! Suzy! Angus! Front and center! And I mean NOW!" From the kitchen came Angus, his black brows lifted in a rather questioning manner. Behind him came Suzy, their eleven-year-old daughter. She was the only one of the three children who had inherited her mother's honey-blond hair.
Last to arrive, of course, was Jeff, the thirteen-year-old. He was in a t-shirt and what were supposed to be loose jeans. The front was pushed out in what Jen thought must be a terribly uncomfortable bulge.
"I'm going to settle this once and for all. Amy, what happened?"
The black-haired little girl looked very nervous. She had expected to get her brother in trouble, not to find herself the center of attention of the entire family.
"Jeffy. He was doing it again!" The younger girl stared daggers at her big brother. "Right in front of me!"
"Doing what, Amy? What was your brother doing?"
"He was rubbing his thing!"
"Amy, remember the talk we had last month? Remember what you learned? Now tell me properly what your brother was doing."
The girl's face screwed up in concentration as she tried to recall the terms her mother had used. "Jeffy was rubbing his - his cock. He was masturbating."
Jan smiled, showing her daughter that she was proud the girl had learned her lessons so well. "Is this true, Jeff? Were you masturbating in front of your little sister again?" The woman knew her son had been masturbating for a while, and that he was getting braver and doing it more frequently. It was just a question of whether the boy was doing it openly in front of his baby sister or not. "Well?" Jen asked again when her son didn't answer right away.
"It's not fair! She came running in without knocking! Can't a guy get any privacy around here?"
"It's my bedroom too! I can come in when I want!"
"No you can't!"
"Can too!"
"Can not!"
"Can too!"
"Quiet!" yelled Jen, immediately stopping their juvenile squabbling. "Amy, did your brother start doing it in front of you, or did you surprise him again?"
CHAPTER: 2
This wasn't going at all the way Amy thought it should have.
"I guess. But he was still doing it!"
"That's quite enough of that, young lady! Your brother is growing up and feeling urges that every young man does around his age. There's nothing wrong with what he's doing. Like I said before, if you don't like seeing it, don't watch. Besides, it can't be all that bad. After all, you don't hear your sister complaining, do you?"
The little girl glared at her older sister. "But Mom! Suzy LIKES watching Jeffy!"
"I know. Just like Jeff likes watching Suzy. That's not the point."
Jen, out of the corner of her eye, saw both Jeff's and Suzy's mouths fall open in shock. Apparently, they didn't think she knew. It was obvious by Amy's surprised expression that she hadn't known her sister was doing anything.
"The point is, how are you ever going to learn anything from Jeff or Suzy if you keep running and screaming whenever you see something new? I mean, if you keep trying to get them in trouble, they'll never let you help or show you why they keep doing it, will they? They'll be doing things together all the time and you'll never get to join in."
Without being obvious about it, she watched the faces of her kids. Jeff looked stunned, almost like he'd been hit with a baseball bat. Suzy, after she managed to close her mouth, developed a rather faraway look in her eyes. Amy still managed to look mad, upset, and embarrassed.
"Jeff! Suzy!" Their eyes snapped up to meet their mother's, his still looking like he'd been facing the wrong way when a foul ball came flying his way, the other suddenly looking guilty.
"You two aren't getting off so easy. I know you've both been ignoring Amy for the last few weeks, so I don't blame her for getting jealous. I want you to include her in your games."
"But Mom, she's just a little kid!" exclaimed the blond-haired girl.
At 4'6" tall and just 65 lbs, Amy WAS a little kid, still skinny and a little gawky, definitely nowhere near as mature as her big sister. Only 20 months separated the two of them, but where Amy seemed to take after their grandfather's side of the family, Suzy was more like her mother's. She started having periods just after her 11th birthday, had a few sparse hairs growing on her vee, and her nipples were definitely swelling and sticking out more than they used to - things her father didn't think Amy would experience for quite a few years. Besides all that, Suzy was a good six inches taller and twenty pounds heavier.
"Even if it is true," said Jen, "that's no excuse. You'd be surprised at what a 'little kid' is capable of."
"But Mom!" whined Suzy.
"Enough! In the last few weeks I've heard enough moaning and complaining from the three of you to last me until I turn ninety! I don't want to hear another word for the rest of today!"
CHAPTER: 3
"But Mom," whined Amy. "What if-"
"Enough, I said!"
"But Mom," whined Jeff, "how can I-"
"That's ENOUGH!" All three kids shut up. They could tell when they had finally pushed their mother to her limits. This time, it looked like she was already past that point. She continued in a quiet, controlled voice.
"Jeffrey. Suzanna. Amberlea. To your room. I don't want to see or hear from any of you until suppertime. PERIOD! Now GO!"
The three children shuffled out, acting properly subdued, but shooting black looks at one another the whole way.
As soon as they were gone and Angus heard their bedroom door close, he turned to stare at Jen.
"Don't you think that was a bit harsh? After all, they are just kids, doing what comes naturally. What would have happened if -" He stopped talking, since it was obvious his wife wasn't listening. Instead, she was frantically shedding her clothes.
"I need you to fuck me, right now!"
That's when he realized what had triggered her outburst. She needed to get a cock inside her cunt. Specifically, she needed his big, thick prick shoved into her hot, steaming little snatch over and over again until she screamed while he filled her womb with load after load of hot, thick, baby-juice. He was hard and ready in seconds, just like he was the first time they did it for real, fifteen years earlier in the bedroom she had shared with her big sister. Jen was naked and running for their bedroom before he even had his pants undone.
"Come on! Hurry up! I need this so bad!"
Angus almost ripped off his pants, removing them, his shoes, and his socks in two motions. His shirt buttons flew everywhere, popping off when he quite literally tore it in half. He found her on their bed, squirming around with her legs spread wide in invitation. With a moan of pure lust, he crawled over top of the blonde woman, her 5'3" frame almost completely disappearing beneath his 6'4" body. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him down into a frantic kiss, her tongue invading his mouth, her thrusting hips desperately seeking out his organ.
"Ohhhh!" she whined as his thick 8" cock finally found her cunt. The clear liquid dripping out of his hole mixed with the juices flowing out of her hole as he rubbed up and down a few times. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drove her heels into his ass, forcing him to impale her. She screeched again, relishing even that twinge of pain she felt with every first penetration.
"God, yes! Do it! Don't stop!"
Another thrust followed the first, then another, then another. A fast, hard pounding was what she wanted, and that was what she was getting. The head of his cock bounced off her cervix with every deep penetration, making her moan some more, and making her cunt grab at his prick, opening up as he dove in and clamping down when he pulled back. In only a few minutes, her milking made him spew his seed. He pushed in as hard as possible, pressing his cock against her cervix, shooting load after load of thick, ropy semen straight into her womb.
The feel of his prick pulsing inside her vagina, knowing he was filling her belly with his baby-juice, was enough to make her cum as well. Grunting with effort, she tried to pull him in even deeper, the walls of her vagina stripping every drop of sperm out of his cock, making him feel like she was turning his balls inside out.
A short time later, he rolled over.They were both hot and sweaty and in need of a shower. Angus looked his wife in the eye.
"Do you mind telling me what all this is about? Like, why you went strange in there with the kids? And why you got so horny all of a sudden?"
Jen Porter cuddled up to her husband and started playing with his cock with the tip of her index finger.
"Honey, remember a long time ago when we were telling each other about our wildest fantasies?"
"Sort of."
"I think some of mine will be coming true pretty soon."
Angus sank back, deep in thought, trying to remember all the different wild and crazy things she told him that she dreamed about. Some, like her and the milkman, or her and her high school principal, were never going to come true. They had long since promised that much to each other. Other fantasies, though, were possible. Like them doing it in the back of a bus, or in an airplane. Or, like they had done the previous year, in the bleachers during a nighttime baseball game. Finally, he remembered one of her hottest and most enduring fantasies, one that usually got him just as aroused as it did her...but that they had both previously agreed wasn't up to them to initiate.
"You mean, all that - all the yelling - was just an act? You were faking it?"
"Yep. Fooled you completely, didn't I."
"Why you conniving little witch. I ought to give you a good spanking for your deceitful ways!"
"Maybe later. After we, uh, take care of this other little problem first."
"My dear, that's turning into quite a big problem. But you're not going to distract me that easily. Are you trying to pull another 'Heather' on me," he asked; referring to a stunt that his wife's older sister had pulled so long ago, (but somehow seemed like only yesterday). Another suspicion hit him; causing his prick to resurrect faster than he would have believed possible. "Or are you trying to pull a 'Heather' on THEM?"
"Think about what I said, carefully," she giggled, "Jeff and Amy bought the act hook, line, and sinker, just like you did. They both take after you and your father that way. Suzy though, figured it out, just like I hoped she would. That little girl of ours is just as devious and twisted as my big sister is; and she's also showing signs of becoming just as horny and precocious."
"I think I know what you're trying to do now," her husband said with a grin, "Do you think it'll work?"
"Let's find out. Turn on the intercom so we can listen to them while you pump some more of that baby-juice into my tummy where it belongs.""Don't touch her between her legs until I say, but everywhere else is okay. Amy, give me your hand. No, the other one. Now take hold of this and move your hand back and forth."
"But Suzy, that's his thing!"
"Yes, it is, isn't it," the older girl's reply was as calm as if she was asking her little sister to play with a baseball.
"How come I gotta' touch his thing?"
"I knew you were too little for this," the older girl replied, with scorn fairly oozing from her lips. Suzy pointed at her sister's forgotten toys in the corner. "Go play with your dollies," she said, as if disgusted.
"No! Please, Suzy, I'll do it. See?" The 9-year-old grabbed her brother's penis, and began yanking on it frantically; scared that she was going to get "left out" of her older siblings' play again.
"No, no, no! Not like that! Do it soft! Slow! That's better. Keep doing that until I tell you to stop. Good! Now we've started!"
Jeff was having an incredibly hard time keeping his hands moving, or even watching what he was doing. Looking at Amy's hand running up and down his cock, feeling her cool fingers touching his overheated manhood, was sending him into overdrive. He couldn't believe that his kid sister, the one who screamed and ran at the sight of him doing this to himself less than an hour earlier, was actually jerking him off!
Suzy started helping her brother by licking Amy's nipples. The black-haired little girl looked almost as shocked as her brother. Soon, though, she started to respond. Her breathing got faster, and her tight little vulva got redder, fuller, moister, and started opening up. Suzy made Amy stop rubbing her brother's penis, which earned her a very dirty look from him. She smiled and winked back, knowing her brother was on the edge and not thinking clearly - right where she wanted him.
"Suzy," asked Amy in a rather tremulous voice, "what's happening to me? I feel funny."
The blond girl let her sister's nipple pop out of her mouth. "Is it good funny, or bad funny?" she asked.
"I dunno. Maybe good."
"That means it's working. You might be old enough to play grown-up games after all . . . Maybe," said Suzy with satisfaction; seeming to be pleased with the little girl's response to her older siblings molesting her. "We'll see," she said. Suzy started sucking on her little sister's other nipple, while their brother continued his stroking of the child's concave stomach, straight sides, flat hips, and skinny thighs. Amy was starting to squirm.
A few minutes later, she spoke up again, sounding even more quivery than before. "I'm scared, Suzy. I feel so funny inside, and my . . . my vulva, it feels all weird."
"That's exactly what's supposed to happen, Amy," replied Suzy, now breathing almost as fast as her little sister, "You're doing wonderful! Just be brave, and pretty soon you'll be able to play grownup games all you want, just like we do. If you chicken out now, I won't let you play again for a whole year!"
The little girl thought about how her body was feeling, and decided that it was a good scary funny, not a bad scary funny. Besides, she knew her sister loved her and wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Not really. And her big brother was there too, so everything just had to be okay. The funny feelings got better and better.
When she was sure her little sister was nearing her first-ever climax, Suzy stopped the action.
"What? What are you doing?" asked Amy; now not wanting the "funny" feelings to end.
"This is the final step, Amy. If you do THIS, you can play with us all the time. If not, well . . . I still think you're too little, but we'll try."
Jeff allowed his sister to pull him into the position she wanted. He was in a semi-trance, a lust-induced haze; fully aware of what was happening and what he was feeling, but detached from the events taking place, as if they were actually happening to someone else. He ended up kneeling above his baby sister with his rock-hard penis pressing against her vulva lips; drooling pre-cum and possibly even some sperm into the tiny crevice between the little girl's legs.
Amy was scared, but she was also feeling really good, and she didn't want to miss out on playing with her older brother and sister and their "grownup" games for a whole year. That was almost forever! So the little girl bit her lip and didn't say anything when her big sister started rubbing her tight little vulva, right over her clitoris. Those feelings got stronger and stronger. Suddenly something big and hard was pushing into someplace she barely knew she had. It hurt, but it also made those feelings even better somehow. Amy was wiggling about like a worm on a hook; but neither of her siblings was letting her get away.
Leaning forward very slowly, Jeff felt his penis push into his 9 year old sister, a fraction of an inch at a time. He had never done this before, with anyone. He (like his two sisters) was a virgin. Between his insistent pressure and Amy's shifting about, he went in quite easily. The resistance and pressure of the child's tight little channel squeezing on his engorged penis were strong, but far from insurmountable. His eyes were closed, as he enjoyed the incredibly erotic sensation of his own little sister's tight little vulva sliding inch by fantastically sensational inch onto his swollen member. The tight ring of the child's sex squeezing on his penis as it slid further and further down, felt even better than he had ever imagined that real sex with a real live girl could possibly feel. Amy's were unfocused; pointing vaguely in the direction of the ceiling.
That third pair of eyes watched the junction of sibling penis and vulva with fascination. Suzy knew exactly what she was doing, and why, but this was her first real sexual experience too, even if it was mostly vicarious.
"Ow," was Amy's only reaction when her hymen broke. Even that was a breathless, less than convincing expletive; coming as it did in between a long series of "Oh"'s, "Oooo"'s, whines, and whimpers. The event didn't even rate any tears. Jeff noticed; but filed the sensation and his sister's reaction away for later review. He wasn't thinking at all any more. His entire essence was in his penis, and that was ready to explode. He was halfway in, and the tickling sensation of little girl's hot wet heat around the swollen column of his penis was almost too much to bear.
Suddenly, his littlest sister gave a shriek; wrapped her arms and legs around him, and literally pulled herself into and onto him. They both "oof"ed just as she started throwing her hips into his crotch as fast as her little body was capable of doing. Within seconds, she was screeching out her release.
Instants later, the older boy started pumping out huge gobs of semen deep inside his little sister's body. Millions of tiny sperm started wriggling their way farther in, looking for an egg. Millions more joined them a second later; followed by more and more and more. Jeff bellowed with each thrust, emptying his balls into the nine year old girl's unprotected sex.
"Do it, Jeff! Knock up your baby sister! Fill her belly! Yessssssss!" Watching her brother shoot all that thick white juice into their little sister was simply too much for the older girl to withstand. Suzy, frantically rubbing at her own vulva, came as well. The thought that her brother was having full, unprotected vaginal intercourse with their baby sister and her brother's potent sperm was even now squirting in thick white jets into the little girl's womb was too erotic for the older girl to resist.
All three lay there for several minutes, catching their breath. Amy's tight hole refused to let go of her brother's penis, and also refused to let it get soft. Finally, Suzy spoke.
"Well, Amy? What do you think about playing 'knock me up'?"
"I wanna' do it again! Please! Jeffy? Suzy? Please?" the little girl started rocking her hips forward and back again, which rocked Jeff's penis back and forth inside her body. He groaned, she whimpered, and Suzy smiled.
"Jeff - I think she likes it. What do you say, wanna' give it another go?"
Jeff wasn't paying attention to the other girl. What he was paying attention to was the fact that even with all the sperm he had squirted inside the child, he was still hard and the friction was feeling good again. Moving until he was laying properly overtop of the little girl, the older boy started the classical missionary bump and grind. Amy rutted back at her big brother just as hard; wanting him inside her vulva just as much as he wanted to be inside her. The girls went through two more climaxes each before the boy let loose with another huge load of sperm inside his little sister's belly; squirting thick white jets of incestuous cum at the little girl's uterus, until the child's tight little tunnel was almost awash in a slimy pool of her big brother's lusty seed. Jeff gave a last few thrusts into his little sister; shuddering as he enjoyed the incredibly erotic sensation of draining the last few sticky curds of his potent sperm in the child's belly, where all three children had worked so hard to get it.
That's when the door opened. Jeff was just delivering the last thick white drops of incestuous cum in Amy's sucking young womb, when the two older siblings became aware that they had company. Their mother stood in the doorway and stared at her three naked children, who were all sweaty and breathing hard. They stared back.
That brought Jeff back to his senses. He said "Oh, shit!""and rolled off his sister. His cock came out with an audible plop, and white and pink globs of semen started oozing out of the little girl's distended hole. Amy just lay there with her eyes closed and her mouth open, not even noticing that her pre-pubescent vagina was drooling big pink and white gobs of her own brother's potent seed. Suzy stared at her mother, wondering what kind of major trouble they were all in now.
"Just what do you think you're doing!?"
Their mother rushed over to Suzy's bureau, grabbed some tissues, then quickly pushed them into Amy's crotch.
"Jeff, how many times do I have to tell you not to stain the bed-sheets? It's hard enough getting them clean as it is! Next time, be more careful!"
Amy opened her eyes when she felt something rubbing against her sensitive pussy.
"Hi Mom! Me and Jeffy and Suzy was playing a really neat game! A grownup game! Me and Jeffy was playing knock me up!"
"That's nice, dear," said Jen, as she leaned over and kissed the little girl. "But it's not something you play, it's something Jeff does. So, you should say Jeff was knocking me up."
"Okay, Mom. Jeffy was knocking me up. He did it twice!"
Suzy watched her mother's breath catch and her knees press together every time she heard her baby girl say those words.
"Mom?" asked Suzy, rather nervously. "You're not mad?"
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"Damned right I'm mad! I can still hear all that whining! But dinner will be ready in ten minutes, so I guess you can all get cleaned up and come out now."
"Mom? Can me and Jeffy play some more later?"
"That depends. Am I going to hear you complaining about seeing Jeff playing with himself anymore?"
"No, Mom."
"Good. Then I guess you can play as much as you want. Hurry up you three, I don't want you late for dinner on top of everything else." With that, she left.
Suzy had a calculating smile on her face, while her brother looked like he'd just been handed a winning lottery ticket and he wasn't sure if it was real or not. His cock didn't care. Just the possibility of being allowed to knock up his baby sister, to screw her any time he wanted, was enough to make him hard, again despite the fact he had filled his little sister's tiny cunt with baby-making juice twice in less than an hour.
Dinner went fast. Jeff, looking like he expected the boom to fall any second, never said anything. Little Amy was bubbly as anything, telling everyone how she liked playing grownup games and wanted to do knock-me-up some more. It seemed obvious to everyone that the child didn't have the slightest idea what getting knocked-up was.
Jen and Suzy shared some secretive smiles. Angus was his normal quiet self.
After supper, after the kids cleaned up and did the dishes, everyone sat down in the living-room for a talk. The three kids were allowed some ice cream at the same time.
"I think we need to talk about what happened today," started Jen. "Amy, what do you think you and Jeff were doing?"
"We were doing knock-me-up," said the little girl, not lifting her head from her bowl of ice cream. "Suzy said that's what it's called."
Their mother's face showed pain for a few seconds before she spoke.
"That's one name for what you were doing. Do you know what can happen when you do that?"
"Sure. I might get a baby in my tummy. Mrs. Cardoni taught me that last year at school." The child seemed completely unconcerned that she already had over two tablespoons of her own brother's baby-making seed soaking into her vagina; with the older boy's potent sperm wriggling its way up inside her uterus even as she spoke. "Jeffy can knock me up all he wants," she said calmly, "I don't mind."
Four people looked totally astonished at that simple statement.
"You . . . you KNOW that you might get pregnant? You don't mind?" her mother asked in astonishment. The first time SHE had ended up "preggers", it had been a shock. Of course, her big sister, Angus, her father and HIS father had all known what might happen, even if she hadn't. Not that Jen was the slightest bit disappointed in the results . . . far from it (though the woman STILL felt she "owed" her older sister one, for the stunt she had pulled back then).
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The dark-haired girl shrugged, still eating her ice-cream. "Nope. I like babies," she said, as matter-of-factly as if she was saying, "I like ice-cream."
While the guys were staring at Amy, Suzy watched her mother squeeze her thighs together and bend over, as though in pain. The expression on her face, however, looked more like Amy's had, when Jeff was emptying himself into the little girl for the second time.
"Mom, can me and Jeffy do knock-me-up some more later?" asked Amy.
Jen, blinking a few times, was slow to answer.
"I don't know, Amy..."
"Please! Please-please-please!"
"Amy, it's not just up to your mother," stated Angus; finally taking part in the conversation. "After all, Jeff might not want to, or Suzy might want to play with him for a while. They have a say in this too, you know."
"I don't mind playing with Amy at all," blurted Jeff. "That is, unless Suzy wants to play." He looked hopefully at his other sister.
"No, I'll let you two play. I like watching you make babies in Amy." Suzy smiled; noticing that her mother's breathing suddenly wasn't quite as smooth and regular as it normally was. She also looked a little more flushed than before.
Amy looked up at her mother and asked rather hopefully, "Can we Mom?"
Jeff also caught his mother's eyes for a second. His expression was one of disbelief, mixed with eager anticipation.
"That depends. Are you finished with your homework, Amy?"
"Aw, Mom, I don't have any today!"
"How about you, Jeff? I know you have homework. Is it done yet?"
Her son moaned a very disappointed-sounding "No, Mom."
"Don't you think you'd better go get it done? Because the sooner that's out of the way, the sooner you can try to knock up your little sister. And I'll be checking your work!" Jen had to yell the last sentence at her son's rapidly disappearing back. She then stood up and headed for her bedroom, dragging her husband with her.
"Honey?"
"Come on, Angus, I've got a problem you need to work on. Girls, put the dishes in the sink and I'll do them later. Play nice."
"Yes, Mom!" both girls yelled towards their parents' rapidly disappearing backs.
A minute later, Angus was naked, lying on his back on the bed, while a naked Jen was trying to stuff his oversized prick into her overheated snatch. A couple more minutes of frantic effort on her part earned her another snatch full of creamy white stuff and another huge orgasm.
"Oh, wow!"
Two heads snapped towards the door, where Suzy was standing in wide-eyed wonder.
"You didn't lock the door," said Angus.
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"Me lock the door? I thought you locked the door. You were the last one in the room."
"No I wasn't, you were."
"Uh uh. I was dragging you, remember?"
"Ah-hem."
"Yeah, and as soon as we were in the room, you threw me on the bed."
"I did not! I couldn't! You were too busy ripping my clothes off!"
"Uh, Mom?"
"Yeah, and as soon as we were in the room, you threw me on the bed."
"I did not! I couldn't! You were too busy ripping my clothes off!"
"Uh, Mom?"
"What!" they both yelled.
Suzy looked at them both, then started giggling. A few seconds later, Jen began snickering as well. Angus looked at his daughter, then looked at his wife. She was still naked, still straddling his loins, still with his half-hard prick inside her, and his white juice was bubbling out around their join and dribbling all over the place. He burst out laughing.
"What are you doing in here, Suzy?" asked Jen in between giggles.
"I was gonna' ask you about making babies."
"Making babies? Didn't we already have that little talk?"
"Yeah, Mom, but now I wanna' make a baby too."
Jen blinked a couple of times before answering. "You really want to have a baby?"
"Yes, Mom."
"I think Jeff would be absolutely thrilled to play knock-me-up with you," said Angus. "The idea of doing it for real with you, instead of pretending with Amy, would send him into orbit."
"Pretending?" asked Jen and Suzy at the same time.
"Uh, yeah, pretending. I mean, I know there is a chance she might catch early, a small one, but until she starts her period, it's more like practice than the real thing. Isn't it?"
"Honey, uh, Darling, I think maybe you missed something a little while back. You see, Amy started having periods about a month after Suzy did. She's in between right now, and about as likely to catch as she ever will be. Jeff knows that; and so does Amy."
"Oh, shit," said Angus.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh," said Jen, as the nearly limp cock inside her quickly swelled to its full size.
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"You didn't know that, Dad?"
"No, Suzy, I don't think your Dad knew. But I do think the idea of his little baby going into grade five with a big belly does excite him a bit."
"Oh, shit," said Angus.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh," said Jen, as the hard cock inside her seemed to swell a little larger and bounce around a bit.
</CORRECTED_TEXT>Suzy walked over and sat on the bed so she could get a better view. This was the first time she'd ever seen her mother and father naked, and the first time she'd ever seen them doing "it" together. The 11-year-old definitely wanted to take advantage of the situation.
"So, does thinking of me going into grade seven with a big belly get him excited too, Mom?"
"Oh, shit," said Angus again, more emphatically this time.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh," said Jen, as the prick inside her began to jerk back and forth, all on its own. "Yes, dear, it definitely does get him excited. Thinking about you both running around with your brother's babies inside your big bellies is really getting his motor racing."
"But I don't want Jeff's baby in me. He doesn't care who he puts his thing into, and that's not the kinda' guy I want putting a baby in my tummy."
"But Suzy," asked Jen, "if you don't want to play knock-me-up with Jeff, then who do you want to play with?"
"Daddy!" she yelled. "I want Daddy to make a baby in my tummy 'cause he's the most wonderfullest guy I know!"
"Oh, shit," said Angus one last time, this time with an incredibly strained voice.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh, oh shiiiiiIIIIIITTTTTTT!" screeched Jen, as she felt squirt after squirt of thick white baby-juice shoot up into her body. She collapsed down onto Angus' chest and shuddered through the rest of her own orgasm.
"Mom? Dad? Are you okay?" asked a very worried Suzy.
"Oh," <puff> "sure," <wheeze> "we're just" <pant> "wonderful."
"Well? Can I? Please? Huh? Please? Can-I-can-I-can-I-pleeeeease?"
"Darling, if you want your Daddy's baby in your tummy, I'm sure not going to say no, and if the last couple of minutes are any indication, your Dad sure isn't going to complain either. Well, Angus, any objections?"
"Just one question first," said Angus to Suzy. "Are you doing this just because Amy might be getting herself pregnant?"
"No, Dad! I want your baby! I have for years. It's just that I never thought you'd ever let me. But now I know you're happy if Jeff and Amy have a baby, I figured it would be OK for me to try. Please, Dad?"
"If you really want to make a baby with me, I'm not going to say no."
"Yay!" yelled the excited little eleven-year-old as she threw her arms around her father. After a big hug and a kiss, she started unbuttoning her dress.
"Just hold it right there, young lady," scolded Jen. "You're not going to do it right here and right now. Your father is just too pooped out. First, I want you to go and change into your jammies and get cleaned up and ready for bed. Then I want you to supervise Jeff and Amy. After you do those things, then you can come back here and make a baby with your dad. You got all that?"
"Yes, Mom," replied the little girl as she gave her mother a big hug. She then dashed off out the door, bouncing off her big brother on the way out.
"Mom, I'm finished my homew . . . oh, wow!" Jeff stopped dead as his brain finally clued in to what his eyes were seeing.
"Mom! Jeffy's finished his homew . . . oh, wow!" yelled Amy, in unconscious echo of her big brother, as the younger girl bounced off the person in question, on her way into her parents' bedroom.
"Hey you two! No gawking! Either come over here or head out. See what you started, Angus, when you forgot to lock the door?"
"Let's not get started on that again," he chuckled.
Amy was staring in wide-eyed wonder at her parents. Jeff was also staring, but he also had a bit of a smile on his face.
"Were you two just . . . uh . . . I mean . . . uh . . . did you . . . ."
"Yes, Jeff," said his mother. "We were, and we just did."
Amy suddenly found her voice. "Wow! Did you like it, Mom? Was it fun? Are you gonna' have a baby? Can I see?"
"Whoah! First, yes I liked it, and yes it was fun, and I think your father enjoyed himself too. No, I'm not going to have another baby, at least, not right away, and no, you can't see this time. Now off you go - both of you! And I'll be out in a few minutes to check your homework, Jeff."
"You heard your mother . . . Shoo!" exclaimed Angus, when the kids showed little interest in doing anything other than staring at their parents. "And shut the door on your way out!"
When they were alone and the door was closed, Jen finally sat up again. She had a shit-eating grin on her face.
"You're loving every second of this, aren't you, dear?"
"Of course," said Jen. "Half of my wilder fantasies are well on their way to coming true. Now come on. I've got to check some homework, and you're going to keep the girls out of my hair while I do it."
Some time later, after Amy, Suzy, and their father had a talk in the kitchen about how Suzy was going to try and get knocked up by Dad, and after Jen found and Jeff corrected all the errors in his hastily done homework, everyone ended up back in the kids' bedroom.
"Suzy, Amy, Jeff, have a seat," said Jen. "It's time to lay down the ground rules about knock-me-up. Like anything else, school and chores come first. In the morning, you're off to school on time, and after school, you do chores, dinner, and homework just like normal. Right?"
Three young voices echoed "Yes, Mom."
"Next, you don't do it whenever anybody except family is around. Nobody else, period. No exceptions. And lastly, you only do it when both of you want to. There's no making anybody do anything. Right?"
Once again, three young voices echoed "Yes, Mom."
"There's just one more thing," added Angus. "Sleeping arrangements are up to you three now."
Since he got nothing but puzzled looks from the other four people in the room, he tried to explain himself. "Uh, I mean, if you three want to change around which beds you're sleeping in, that's up to you. After all, swapping around every night and morning cuts into your sleep time. Trust me, I know all about that."
"That's about it then," said Jen. "If you have any questions, ask me in the morning. In the mean time, have fun. And Suzy?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Like we discussed, when you're ready, you can come see us. Just make sure Amy is ready before you-know-who starts doing his thing."
"Yes, Mom."
"Good night. And don't leave messes on the bed!"
Angus and Jen left the three kids and headed off to the kitchen. Jan was dressed in a housecoat and nothing else, while Angus was in fresh jockeys, sweatpants, and a T-shirt. As she started cleaning up the last of the dishes, he came up behind her, gave her a hug, and pressed his rather impressive hard-on into her bottom.
"Uh-uh, none of that now. You've got to save your strength. You've got an eleven-year-old virgin that wants your undivided and undiluted attentions tonight."
"What, don't you think I can take care of two girls in one night any more?"
"Well, honey, you're not fourteen any more. It usually takes you more than five minutes to get it up again these days. And if Suzy's anything like I was at her age, you're going to be in for a serious workout."
"Come on, I kept up with you and Heather, didn't I?"
"Sorry dear, but there's no way you could keep up with the two of us. That's how come my big sister was in with Daddy so much, while I was busy with . . . well, you know."
"I guess I should of figured that out. Especially with what you two managed to pull off. Those were the days, weren't they?"
Jen leaned back into Angus' arms and turned her head to give him a kiss. His arms pulled her in tight, and he kissed her hard.
"Angus, what would you say if I said I wanted to have another baby?"
"Right now? With both girls wanting babies themselves? Well, one wants one, and the other one doesn't mind. With you around, they're both as good as knocked up already, so that'll be two little ones. You want to make it three?"
"Are you saying you don't want any more?"
"Not at all. I always told you I wanted a big family. Besides, you always did know I think you look great with a big belly. Now we'll have the start of a really BIG family. If you think you can handle it, I'm all for it."
"I think I can handle it. It's not like I'm old or something. After all, I'm only 26. So what would you say if I said I wanted my cousin to help me make a baby?"
"Hmmm. Now what would I say about you wanting your cousin to plant a baby in your belly? I think I'd love to plant another baby in your belly. What have you got to say about that?"
Jen gave his cock a bit of a squeeze, then started running her hand up and down along the bulge in his pants. "I'd say you're looking forward to it. But I was talking about making a baby with my other cousin."
A really confused expression slowly worked its way onto Angus' face. "Other cousin? What other cousin? As far as I know, it's you, me, and your sister Heather. I don't know about any other cousin."
Jen gave him a big, sweet smile and a peck on the cheek. "Sure you do. You just aren't thinking clearly."
"Jen, Mom had me, and your Mom had you and Heather, and that was that. She couldn't have any more. She sure didn't have any before Heather came along. I know my Dad never strayed from the family, my Mom died before she COULD stray, and I find it hard to believe that YOUR father ever strayed from Aunt Margaret. So who's this mysterious cousin you're talking about? Did your father have some brothers or sisters I don't know about?"
"You are silly, aren't you? Think, Angus, think. We've got another cousin . . ."or at least, I do anyway."
"I totally give. Right now, if you said great aunt Matilda was your cousin, I'd half believe you. Don't keep me in suspense, tell me who it is that's going to father our next child."
"It's Jeff! Sheesh!"
"Jeff? Our Jeff? Our son? The kid in the other room?"
"You almost got it, Sherlock. Any objections?"
"Honey, if I'm going to be getting Suzy pregnant, I'm certainly not going to kick up a fuss if you want Jeff to knock you up. And, yeah, now that you told me, I guess he is, technically, my brother and your cousin. Which makes me wonder just how many ways he could be related to Leeana and Ginny. I mean, they're his cousins, but each one could be considered his niece too . . . or even his aunt, one on each side; not to mention still other things . . . In a way, Ginny could be his sister, his aunt, his niece, and his cousin, all at the same time. And as for Leanna . . ."
"Heather always was her daddy's little girl, wasn't she?"
"Mmhmm. For anybody's daddy," said Jen, "let's go see what my son and our daughters are up to."
"You're changing plans again?"
"I just can't resist the thought of maybe watching Jeff actually getting Amy pregnant. It just gets me right . . . right . . ." Jen took her husband's hand, guided it through the opening in her robe, and placed it on her mound.
"Right here."
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"I always suspected that's where most of your brains are."
"You'll pay for that later. In the meantime, let's go see what they're doing. If they take after their parents, there'll be a lot of sweat and baby-juice running around. And if you're anything like I remember from years ago, you'll be giving Suzy a chance to get pregnant before you get out of their bedroom."
"And you'll be pregnant with Jeff's baby before the end of next month."
"Of course. After all, isn't that what cousins are for?"
When they entered the bedroom, Amy was finally ready for Jeff to climb on top of his little sister and play "knock-me-up". Jen stopped him. "It's Suzy's turn," she explained, motioning for her husband to lie back on the big bed.
For all his erotic dreams about the little girl, ever since she had started developing breasts, Angus wasn't so sure, once he saw his little girl straddle his body, getting ready to fit his swollen penis up into her tiny slit. "Unh, I'm not so sure about this, Honey," he repeated his thought out loud. After all, even though Amy was even younger than Suzy, her "big" brother was still only a boy. Angus was definitely a MAN, and he figured that no way was his engorged penis going to fit into the tiny little crack between his little girl's legs. "I'm a little big for you," he explained.
"Oh, PLEASE Daddy," implored the little girl in question. No way did Suzy want him to back out now . . . especially after watching her little sister take Jeff's penis up inside her. Suzy figured she would never live it down if she "chickened out" after that. "Ginny gets HER daddy's thing up inside her, and she's not even as old as Amy!" Suzy disclosed. "She says it feels real good when her daddy slides his big thing up in her tummy." By now Suzy was rubbing her father's leaking penis against her equally slippery little slit. "Please, Daddy," she repeated.
"Ginny?" asked Angus, in amazement. Both he and his wife looked at each other with surprise written all over their faces. Their cute little niece was only about a half-year younger than Amberlea, and Angus knew for sure that his brother-in-law had an even bigger cock than he did. The thought of the barely 9-year-old little girl taking that enormous penis in her tight little cunny almost had him blowing his seed all over the outside of his daughter's cunny, without even getting it inside. Only another thought distracted him.
"Ginny?" he asked again; suddenly suspicious. Angus looked at his wife. "I should have KNOWN that slut of a sister of yours had something to do with this," he said, half in anger, but half holding back a chuckle as he remembered how he and Jen's older sister had started out. "Playing 'adult' games," he mused. "Yeah, that sounds like Heather all right." He remembered how the older girl had her boyfriend "teach" her little sister games like "Making a baby in Sis", "Mommy and Daddy" and "Teaching Little Sis how to make a baby". Having the kids play "knock-me-up" sounded just like the same kind of perverted games that had ended up with Heather's boyfriend/cousin and his father getting her little sister pregnant, when the kid wasn't much older than Amberlea was.
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His wife remembered too. "What's the matter, Angus?" she asked with a giggle. "Don't tell me you're all that unhappy about the results of playing my sister's games, because I know better!"
Angus had the grace to blush. He HAD enjoyed the games with his cousins VERY much; only being disappointed that he only managed to "sneak" the second and third baby into Jen's cute little tummy, instead of one or two in her big sister, as well. Only, as mentioned earlier, Heather WAS a "Daddy's Girl." To some extent, so was his wife; only with HIS dad, instead of hers. Still, it was hard for Angus to be jealous of his own father. Because the older man couldn't admit publicly that the kid was his, it had been easy for everybody to accept that all three kids were fathered by the girl's cousin, instead of only the two girls.
Only Heather, like Suzy, had her own ideas about whose baby she wanted in her tummy, and was almost 3 months pregnant by her father when she met her present husband. Angus never really had a chance. He chuckled at the thought. Besides being a kinky little slut (having her boyfriend's daddy get her little sister pregnant) Heather always really HAD been a "Daddy's Girl." Sometimes he wondered that it had taken almost 11 years before his eldest niece had shown up with a big belly by her stepfather, with Heather in the house as an example.
Angus was brought back to the present, as his eldest daughter tried fitting his swollen penis in the tiny hole between her legs. "Please Daddy?" she repeated, "Ginny says her father likes squirting his cum in HER, almost as much as she does. I'll make it feel REAL good for you Daddy, I promise."
Angus was NOT worried that it wouldn't "feel good" to slide his engorged penis in his little girl's belly. In fact, he was worried about just the opposite: that it would feel SO good, he wouldn't be able to stop, even if he knew it was hurting the child. No way could he see getting that 8-inch penis in the tight little hole between the pre-teenaged girl's legs, without having her scream in pain. Some things just were NOT done; and raping your own 11-year-old daughter was one of them.
Only Suzy wasn't giving up. "Please Daddy," she repeated again, "I'll make it feel real good for you. Besides, you promised!"
Oh shit. Angus shivered at the reminder that there were other things you didn't do to your daughters besides rape them. You didn't lie to them, or break promises either. And besides, he WANTED to feel his little girl's tight little cunny choking the sperm out of his balls, and up into her fertile young belly. He just didn't want to hurt her.
Angus looked over at his wife, and didn't get any help. Jen was looking at her daughter with pride, not worry about the child getting hurt. Besides, Jen had read enough to know that kids even younger than either one of her two little girls could take penises even bigger than Angus's, IF they were sexually excited enough, that is . . . something about a girl's vagina being "hyper-plastic", once she got old enough. Jen wasn't sure what age that was, but knew both of her little girls were long past old enough.
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Besides, hadn't Suzy just said that her 9-year-old cousin was taking HER father's thick penis inside her tight little cunny, and making him squirt incestuous baby-making cum up inside her?
Both of her daughters were older than their cousin, so Jen figured they WOULD stretch, as long as Angus didn't just "ram it in", something Jen knew her husband would never do to his little girl. Jen didn't tell Angus about all the thoughts running around in her head, only saying, "It's OK Honey, She'll stretch. You'll see."
Not getting any support from his wife, combined with the feel of his little girl's cunny sucking on the head of his penis, while the child waited for his approval, was too much for Angus. He decided that even if Amy asked, he would give the same answer. "If you can get it in, you can have it," he said, giving the child the reply she had been waiting for.
"Thanks, Daddy," said Suzy happily, as she started working the tip of her father's engorged penis into her body, "You'll like it, really! Ginny says her father likes to fuck her and cum in her almost as much as she does!"
Oh shit! This obscene statement, along with the incredibly erotic feel of his daughter's cunny spreading around the crown of his swollen penis before "popping" inside her, was almost too much for the oversexed man. Knowing his son was breeding her little sister, and having his daughter working his penis into her tight little belly, while thinking about a 9-year-old little girl with her father squirting thick white baby-making seed in her belly, was almost too much for Angus. Almost. He barely managed to keep from letting his little girl have it all, as he felt a thick wad of cum ripple through the base of his swollen penis before spitting into his child's still virginal young vagina.Thankfully, he was able to fight down the urge to splatter his seed all over the little girl's unbroken cherry, without even getting it inside, like they both so desperately wanted. Angus wanted to be bottomed out in his little girl, to squirt his potent seed against the child's cervix, like her brother had done with their little sister when he came, not just at the entrance.
If he had a 10-inch prick, like the guys in some of those sex stories he read about, Angus would have been tempted to shove the engorged member all the way up in his little girl's sucking young womb, like he had heard about, but still didn't believe was possible. Then the thought of how tiny his little niece was, taking her father's prick up in HER belly, since (how old HAD Ginny been, when her father first fucked her? Seven? Six? Five? Or even younger?) she was younger than even Amy was, made Angus explode. He couldn't help himself. Shoving upward involuntarily, Angus imagined that the feeling of his daughter's virginity splitting around his prick was the little girl's cervix spreading to accept his swollen penis, as he spasmed the child's womb full of his incestuous sperm, just like he imagined his brother-in-law had probably been ejaculating his seed in Ginny's womb since the child was (how young? . . . possibly even five years old). The thought of a child that young, taking her father's seed up in her developing young belly was incredibly erotic.
Angus felt his prick pulse and pulse again, as he filled HIS daughter's young womb with incestuous seed. Even if Ginny had just started, the obscene thought of a little 9-year-old taking her father's thick prick up in her tight little belly, was enough to make Angus squirt more thick white cum in his own daughter, than he would have imagined he had in him (especially after filling his wife's womb with incestuous cum, several times earlier that day). Angus had grabbed his daughter, and was hugging the child to him, as his swollen prick belched out of control, sending thick white jets of baby-making seed splashing against the child's womb, while the two incestuous lovers rutted like minks in front of their family.
The stimulation of watching the big man impregnate his little girl was too much for the other occupants of the room, as well. Jen was already in her second climax, as she watched her older cousin breeding their daughter like her big sister had him do to her, so many years before. At the same time, she was vaguely aware of her other two children already fucking like rabbits as the boy couldn't wait any longer to play "knock-me-up" with his little sister, and was humping the child like a dog breeding a bitch in heat.
"Oh God," Jeff groaned, "I'm doing it!" The thought of making a baby in his own baby sister was just too erotic to believe. Jeff felt the hole on the tip of his swollen penis dilate, as he flushed what seemed like pints of thick white cum in the little girl's tight little baby-hole.
"Do it," encouraged Amy, rutting back at her older brother just as hard as he was humping into her. "Knock me up . . . Make a baby in my tummy." (By now it was obvious that the child DID know what 'knock-me-up' really meant, from listening to her older sister.) "I want it . . . want it . . . want it . . ." By this time the little girl's actions had grown as ragged and frantic as their big brother's, as the 9-year-old worked frantically to extract every potent drop of her big brother's seed.
This was too much for Suzy. The 12-year-old was so far gone in erotic fantasy, that she was barely aware of her father grunting and groaning under her, as he spasmed her tight little tunnel full of his cum. Suzy was so lost in her erotic dream, that she no longer really felt, heard, or even saw anything except in her mind, as she imagined her father's thick prick swelling inside her and belching thick white gobs of his potent seed at the straining pink walls of her tight little tunnel, while her big brother pumped thick white baby-juice into her little sister's body in a similar manner. "Do it, do it, do it," she moaned, involuntarily milking each precious drop of her father's cum with her straining young vagina. Suzy almost passed out from the intensity of her imagination combining with the erotic stimulation of feeling her own father fill her straining belly with his baby-making seed. Suzy was barely aware of the frantic mating of her brother and sister, letting her know that the older boy was doing the same thing to her little sister that her father was doing to her.
"Do it, do it, do it," Suzy mumbled, repeating herself until the strain of orgasm took its toll, and the 12-year-old girl collapsed in a heap on top of her still-rutting father, barely conscious enough to enjoy the last few throbs of pleasure, as her handsome father's prick stopped its frenzied squirts in her tummy, and wilted into a soft dangle just oozing a few last drops of incestuous sperm into her heaving young belly. Even after watching her mother and father as well as brother and sister having sex, Suzy had never dreamed it could be THIS good. If she had, it was doubtful that the 11-year-old would have let her little sister "go first" with the older boy.
Someone else watching, had a different reaction though. Coming down from an unbelievable high, the girls' mother had just found out how incredibly stimulating and erotic it could be to watch somebody ELSE you love enjoy themselves, rather than doing it yourself.
Remembering how her sister always seemed to love watching her and their older cousin play "Making a baby in Sis", Jen finally understood the older girl's motives. It WAS fun to see your cousin try to knock up a little girl like that. Jen resolved to watch her kids play these "adult games" as often as they would let her. Watching her husband play "knock-me-up" with their 11-year-old daughter, was almost as exciting as it had been to feel him "teach her how to make a baby" when she was about the same age, or slightly younger. Only now Jen got to play the role of older sister, and watch the fun of her cousin breeding their little girl, just like her big sister had, when the older girl had "let" Jen join in on the "adult games" she played with her older cousin. Up to now, Jen had always wondered why her big sister had allowed her to "steal" their handsome cousin like that. Now she knew.
There was something incredibly erotic about seeing the man you love pumping a baby into the belly of an even younger female relative, who you loved almost as much. It must have seemed worth it to Heather to lose Angus to her little sister, just to see her cousin and then later his father, spasming the little girl's womb full of baby-juice like she had just watched her husband do to their daughter. Now, Jen knew her big sister was having her husband do the same thing to THEIR little girls, and Jen figured the older woman didn't want her little sister to "miss out" on all the fun (again). Jen wasn't sure HOW she was going to thank her big sister for what she had done, but she was fairly sure whatever method she finally came up with would be perverted and sexy, and involve lots of thick white baby-juice being pumped into some little girl's unprotected young belly. Jen decided she would have to think about this . . . her sister's birthday was a little over a month away, and she figured that with a little help from the rest of the family, they would be able to "spring one" on her big sister for a change.
Jen looked at the bed where her daughter had collapsed on top of her husband, with his prick still leaking occasional drops of thick white cum in the child's womb, while a smeary mess at the juncture of their thighs gave evidence that the older man had done a GOOD job of trying to inseminate their little girl.
Next to them, on the smaller bed, Suzy's two younger siblings were easing down from their climax as well, with Jeff still on top of his little sister in classic "missionary" style, while his prick still throbbed and sent an occasional thick white spurt of incestuous sperm to join the millions of other sperm already squirming their way up in the child's belly, in search of her ripening eggs. The older boy wasn't really fucking the little girl any more, just enjoying the sensation of being mated to his little sister, and the occasional sweet pleasure of feeling yet another thick curd seeping through his prick, before oozing into his little sister's tight little vagina. Jeff figured he could spend the whole day like this.
Only this quiet reverie was eventually disturbed. Amberlea squirmed out from underneath her big brother and stood up, looking at the juncture of her father and big sister's bodies. The man's prick STILL looked too big to fit into a child that small, even though only an inch remained outside the little girl's body, and it was half-hid in the smeary mess of her own father's sperm leaking out of the pre-teen's overfilled vagina.
"Mom?" asked the younger girl, looking enviously at the thick prick still oozing incestuous cum into her big sister's fertile young body, "When can I play 'knock-me-up' with Daddy?"
At the startled look from her mother and father, the 9-year-old continued defensively, "I could make it feel 'real good' for Daddy too! Honest I could!"
Oh shit. Angus and Jen looked at each other, and wondered how they were going to talk the little girl out of THIS? Especially since they all knew about the little girl's cousin fucking her father when she was at least a year younger than Amberlea was."Well, you see, Honey, it's like this," Jen heard her husband start. The younger woman just sighed and gave up. She was too horny at the very idea to think straight enough to win an argument with the little girl. Besides, she wanted their daughter to win this argument. It might take Amy a few hours, it might take a few days, or it might even take a week or two; but the woman knew that it wouldn't be much longer than that before she saw her cousin's thick prick buried to the hilt in their 9-year-old daughter's tight little belly, while her husband spasmed the child's womb as full of his thick white cum as the little girl's brother had been doing. It might take six months, it might take a year, but with both of her men pumping the little girl's womb full of incestuous sperm, Jen figured her child would probably be "with child" herself soon enough. All she had to do was wait. And from the look of things, the little girl's older sister would soon have her tummy swelling with her father's baby growing inside HER cute little tummy even sooner than that.
Add that to her plans for the boy and HER still fertile tummy, and Jen figured she had better start stocking up on diapers and other baby-things. From the way things were headed around their house, it looked like they were going to need a lot of them before long.
Well, it didn't take two weeks, two days, or even two hours. Barely a little over an hour later, Jen was gritting her teeth to keep from groaning with horniness as she watched the swollen prick of her husband inch slowly into the tight little slit of their 9-year-old daughter. Angus had stopped fighting, as the thought of filling his little girl's womb with his baby was simply too stimulating to resist. The idea of playing "knock-me-up" with his youngest daughter was just too incredibly sexy.
Even after filling his wife four times and his oldest daughter once with incestuous cum, Angus was still able to "get it up" enough to fuck the younger girl as well. (Something about having THREE horny young females vying for your sperm will do that.) Because of the earlier episodes, however, it took a lot longer for the man to climax, even though the little girl was hotter, tighter, and yes, even hornier than her big sister or mother. Even with his horny little daughter slaving away underneath him, as she begged her father to "Do 'knock-me-up' just like Jeffy does!" it took Angus almost half an hour of striking and sliding in and out of the child's hot little hole before the squeezing wet tightness of her vagina allowed him to give the child the hot wet injection of paternal sperm splashing against her cervix that the little girl was working for. After breeding his wife four times, and his eldest daughter once, Angus was only able to give the younger girl a genteel squirt of her father's thick white cum before his prick finally wilted and he was done for the day. Still, he had some satisfaction in knowing that even that tiny squirt still had what was probably millions of his sperm in it... more than enough to "do the job", as only one was needed to fertilize the little girl's egg. Still, it would probably be fighting her brother's seed all the way, in the race to make a baby by combining with her ripening egg.
Surprisingly, Jeff didn't seem to mind sharing his little sister with his father, any more than Angus had minded sharing Jen with his father at the same age. Just like Angus had been with Jen and Heather at first, the boy seemed much more interested in feeling his mother and little sister's tight cunnies sliding on and off his swollen peter than in the end result.
To Jeff, the end result was more in feeling his thick cum ripple through the end of his penis and spitting into the warm welcoming recesses of his mother or little sister's unprotected sex, than in whether the woman (or girl) got a big tummy because of it (as Suzy had pointed out earlier to her parents).
Besides, whether he got his little sister pregnant or not, Jeffrey knew he would be a father within a year anyway. Jeff was hoping he made a girl in his mother, as little sisters were so much more fun to play with than little brothers... at least they were, if you played games like he and Amy were playing. Jeff wondered how long it would be before he could play "Making a baby with Daddy" with his own daughter, like Aunt Heather used to play with her father, from what his mother and Suzy had told him. Not that the 13-year-old wouldn't have fun while he waited.
Jen was right about needing baby-things of course, but was still annoyed that her niece Ginny showed up with a big belly and needed a baby-shower before any one of the three of them did. Well, it DID make her big sister happy anyway.
Jen wondered whether it was Angus's baby growing in the cute little kid's tight little tummy (after that incredibly wanton birthday-party) or the little girl's father who had planted his seed in the child's womb, like everybody thought he had. The timing was right, for either one. Whatever... Jen knew that Heather wouldn't be disappointed, whether it had been her cousin or her husband who planted the baby in her little girl's cute little tummy as the older woman's husband had already planted one baby in the little girl's older sister, and was already working on planting a second one in the little girl. Jen always knew her big sister was a kinky little bitch.
She had one last giggle at the thought of her kids playing "knock-me-up" just like Heather and their older cousin had played "Make a baby in Little Sister" at about the same age (until his father caught them at it, and Heather had just talked the older man into "playing" with her little sister too). When this next batch of kids got old enough, somehow Jen knew that her big sister would find SOME way to introduce the kids to playing "adult games" just like their parents had played... if Jen didn't beat her big sister to it, and teach the kids how to play first.
Jen giggled again at the thought of her 10, 9, or possibly even 8 year old granddaughter "teaching" her second-cousin how to play "make a baby with Daddy" before Heather did. "Now THAT would be a nice gift to give the horny slut," she thought; still pleased with the notion that the little girls in question might be sisters, as well as being both first AND second cousins to each other, for another whole generation of one sister teaching the other to play "adult" games with her older male relatives.
To Jen's delight, it worked out just that way, too. | 1 |
2,326 | Teaching our Daughter | "'You remember yesterday, when we showed you those pictures?' I asked our 10-year-old daughter.
'Yes, Momma.'
'Do you remember the part where the man squirted white stuff in the little girl, then her tummy got big with his baby growing inside her?' I deliberately misspoke the fact that the 'girl' in the book who got pregnant was much older than the rest of the young models in the sex-education manual. I figured that Diane would remember all the little boys with swollen penises and little girls with slick little cracks, and adjust her memory to agreeing with the idea that one of the pre-teen girls was the one who had the baby. At least, I hoped so.
Diane's brow furrowed. 'I think so,' she replied.
'Well,' I continued, 'a lot of those girls in the book were even younger than you are. Some of them were even younger than your little sister. I got to thinking last night that if they were old enough to have babies, then why shouldn't you? So, I talked to your father, and we decided.' I stopped, changed my mind, and decided to be at least partly honest. 'Well,' I continued, 'at least I decided. I convinced your father that since you were now a woman, and that other girls your age were already getting to have babies, it wouldn't be fair to hold you back.'
I didn't mention that there were less than 1 in a million 'other' children her age who were precocious enough to get pregnant. After all, Diane was ahead of all her classmates in everything else, why not in having a baby as well?
'So,' I concluded, 'since you don't have a brother to fuck like the kids in the book, or even a boyfriend yet, I'm going to let you practice making a baby with your father, instead.'
Diane's eyes got real big.
'You mean?' she asked, slightly scared.
I nodded. 'Uhuh,' I told her. 'Your father and I figure it's time you learned how to make a baby, so Daddy's going to show you how. That way, you'll not only learn how to fuck, but you'll also get to feel your father's baby growing inside you after you do.'
Diane's eyes got even bigger, if possible. 'You mean Daddy's going to...' She couldn't say it.
I could. 'Yes,' I said, 'Daddy's going to teach you how to make a baby. He's going to put his penis inside you, just like the man you saw in the pictures did to his little girl. That way, Daddy can squirt his sperm inside you, where it belongs, so that you can get pregnant.'
'Daddy's going to make a baby in me?' It was almost a whisper.
'He's going to try,' I answered. 'That is,' I amended, 'unless you don't want him to. Not many parents would even let their little girls do this. Your father and I both love you enough to think you deserve the chance.'
I made it clear by the tone of my voice that I would be very disappointed if my daughter didn't take me up on the offer." | 2 |
2,327 | Now kids ... | "Now kids," I said, "it's time you learned some of the facts of life." I glanced around at the three naked children. Mike at 15 was the oldest, followed by Denny at 13, and their not-so-little-sister Jennifer at 12 years old. Mindy was with their mother visiting the children's grandfather; while she left the sex-education to me.
"Your sister is now twelve years old," I continued, stating the obvious, "and has just started her period a little over a week ago. So it's time you kids knew a little more about sex and babies, other than the stuff you get in 'human sexuality' at school."
All three kids looked up at me with big grins.
"First of all," I said, spreading Jenny's legs, "sex and having babies isn't really all that complicated. (A little wider, Honey, while I... Ah, that's better.) A man puts his penis (also called a penis, prick, cock, or baby-maker) in a girl's vagina (also called a cunt, cunny, or baby-hole)." This was said, while suiting action to words; sliding my pre-cum slick cock around my little girl's tight little cunny, and then SLIDING it ooooooh so comfortably up inside her. The tight little crack split, then stretched oh so nicely around my swollen member, before a tight ring snapped over the head and inched down towards the base until I had all seven inches of fatherly prick inside my little girl, and Jennifer's almost-bare cunny was rubbing against the fur at the base of my penis, while the head was bumping against the knob of her cervix. I almost let my daughter have every drop of incestuous cum I had right then.
Still, this WAS a lesson; so I fought down the urge to fill my little girl's womb with baby-juice until I finished.
"Then the man slides in and out," I continued, "until the stimulation of the girl's baby-hole sliding up and down on his prick gets to be too exciting, and he cums inside her." Again, I suited action to words; sliding in and out of Jenny's tight little slit until I felt the familiar tingling once again in my prick, and knew I was about to fill my own daughter's tight little tummy full of thick white baby-juice.
"When he does," I groaned, "he squirts a thick white liquid inside the girl's womb. This thick white stuff is what makes babies. If the girl is lucky, and it's the right time of month for her, then nine months later she has a baby." With almost every word it seemed as if another thick jet of baby-making cum rippled through the base of my penis and into the welcoming, squeezing, and thoroughly erotic vagina of my own daughter.
"Here it comes, Jenny," I told her. "Daddy's squirting the thick white stuff that makes babies in your tummy. Feel it? Feels real good, doesn't it?""Yes, Momma," replied Jennifer, barely able to talk, as the sensation of my prick filling her tight little baby-hole was too excruciatingly pleasure/painful to think of much else.
"Well... As long as you know," replied Miranda, heading back to the kitchen.
Two minutes later, in spite of my wanting to remain mated to my daughter for hours (or at least a half-hour anyway) while we watched TV through the news, I once again felt my seed rising in my prick and then squirting in thick white satisfying jets into the squirming little girl on my lap. The thought that I was ejaculating my seed so far up in the child that it almost was directly injected into my daughter's womb was so erotic I came even heavier inside her than the night before. Something about knowing your sperm is squirming up inside the tight little belly of the girl you fathered on her mother, raised from a baby with stinky diapers through toddlerhood and little girl to real woman able to take your engorged prick in her tight little hole and milk it for the sperm that would create new life inside her tummy... just like her mother... was too exciting and yet far more satisfying than even my wife could do. I love my little girl.
All the while, Jenny's little sister lay on the floor, staring up wide-eyed at the two of us mating, until my spasms slowed and stopped. Then, once I had pulled out, and she watched my limp penis flop down, while her big sister's hole slowly closed, forcing a thick dollop of white goo to ooze out, Mindy turned back over to watch TV again... Seeming to ignore the fact that the cartoons were over and the NEWS was on.
By the time the boys arrived, Jenny had cleaned up and was sitting on the couch, legs-spread, and obviously waiting for them. A hurried dash was made to the bedroom... not to change clothes, but to strip naked... and back to the living-room where for once Denny beat out his big brother. I watched with some interest as the barely teenaged boy slid into his little sister.
"Now you be careful Mike," instructed Miranda, poking her head around the corner, then being surprised to see the younger of the two boys porking their little sister, instead of the older one she expected to chastise.
"Yes. You boys be careful," I took over for my wife. Miranda headed back to the kitchen, whether embarrassed or just satisfied that I would take care of things.
"Jennifer's not on the Pill," I explained, "and she just finished her period a little over a week ago." I could almost feel the satisfaction radiating from the kitchen. "So you boys be careful when you cum in your little sister; as this is probably the best time of month to get her pregnant."
I permitted myself a small smile at the sudden silence from the kitchen, as I continued, "So make SURE you ejaculate your sperm as far up in your sister's tummy as you can. There's probably only a few days left, if you boys plan on getting Jenny pregnant in time for her birthday. OK?"
There was a loud "Clank!" and clatter from the kitchen as a pot hit the floor... but no sign of breaking dishes or any comment from my wife.
"Like I said earlier," I finished up, "I'll help out if I can... but it's mainly up to you boys to keep your little sisters' wombs full of babies. So your mother and I expect you both to help your little sisters as often as you can. We don't want you neglecting them when they need it most."
"Yes Dad," from Mike.
Denny just groaned and jerked his body into his little sister's crotch. We all knew the boy WAS doing his best to father a child on his little sister, as he finally collapsed with his prick still buried to the hilt in the child; still leaking glob after thick glob of incestuous seed in the little girl's womb.
"AFTER dinner," said Miranda, stopping Mike from repeating his little brother's action. "Mindy, you go get cleaned up." She glared up at me. "And I'm talking to YOU right after supper," she added, in a tone that brooked no arguments.
I just grinned back at her.
At dinner (Pot roast with potatoes, carrots, and onions) hardly a word was said except, "Pass the milk," and other such mundane dinner-eating standards. However, looking around the table was quite an experience in contrasts. Jennifer was still sweating from her workout, both with me and Denny. Her expression was almost unreadable... but I guess the closest would be... well, maybe "satisfied." Danny was grinning like a Cheshire cat... the smile stuck on his face like it was glued on. The boy practically oozed happiness and satiation. Mindy was wide-eyed and kept sneaking amazed looks at her big sister. Mike? Well, he was constantly shifting in his seat; obviously NOT really interested in meat and potatoes. The only meat HE was interested in was the slab he wanted to sink into his little sister's tight little hole. Looking at him, you could almost ache in sexual frustration yourself. (Have you ever been so frustratingly horny, that your hard-on WILTED, instead of stayed up? I suspect that Mike was THAT frustrated.) My wife sat in stony silence... but I knew I wasn't in as deep a mess as it seemed; because I kept catching twitches at the corner of Miranda's mouth as she looked first at me, and then at the kids.
Me? I just grinned and acted like nothing special was going on. After dinner, however...
"Denny, YOU clean up and wash the dishes tonight," Miranda announced when the final fork clattered down.
"But Mom, I...."
"Mindy, you help him," My wife's firm voice cut off the boy's reasonable objection like a knife would cut butter. It wasn't the younger boy's turn... but they all knew better than to argue when she was in that mood. "Your father and I have something to *discuss* in the other room; and don't want you kids interrupting. If you finish up in a hurry, you MIGHT be in time to watch Mike and Jennifer... though I doubt it." With this, Miranda grabbed me by the arm and led me towards the bedroom. I FELT like an errant boy caught by a nun, and led by the ear to the principal's office. (You can tell how *I* was raised.)
"Please, Mike?" I heard an impassioned request come from back in the kitchen from the younger boy, followed by a disgusted, "Oh, I guess!" and frantic noises of FOUR kids working together to clean up after supper. Damn... if it was always so easy to get the kids to work together....
"You.... You...." Miranda practically slammed the door behind us. "You realize what you've done?" she accused me.
"Uhuh." I grinned back.
"You... slut... no... you bloody SATYR! That poor little girl in the other room is GOING to get pregnant, you know that."
Once again, I admitted the obvious. "Sure," I agreed. "So does she... know, I mean."
"And YOU are responsible."
"Well...," I looked down at my flaccid prick... limp and soft after emptying itself into my little girl. "... I can't be sure of that. After all, the boys...." A little-girl squeal of delight in the other room filtered through the door to make my point.
"You know what I mean," she responded. Miranda's eyes were smoky with repressed passion. I just hoped I was right and it wasn't anger. "You set it up so our little girl would get pregnant... and by damn you're going to PAY for that, you pervert!"
"Uh...." For a moment I backed off, as Miranda's eyes blazed even brighter.
"GET those pants off, you incestuous, daughter-raping pervert!" My wife's voice hadn't raised one decibel... but was as firm and threatening as a knife.
"But I...."
Miranda attacked me. Before I could raise a hand to defend myself, my wife had both hands on my belt, and yanked my pants down. (One of the disadvantages of being a man with small hips.) For a second, I thought she was going to rip my balls off as my underpants followed so quickly it they almost hit the floor in the same motion. "So," she said, accusingly, "you like to stick this big thing in little girls, do you?"
Well... how could I deny it? Both daughters had been giving me "hard attacks" for the past few years... and once Jenny reached puberty, well I was a goner. When my wife had opted out of "The talk" with the kids and let ME do it... well, you know what happened.
"Well," she smoldered, "you'd better STILL like to stick this big old baby-maker up in MY baby-hole, and squirt baby-juice in MY tummy... or I'll cut the damned thing off! I don't mind you fucking the girls... but you'd DAMNED well better have some for me too, or I'll...." She didn't finish.
The rising wails of, "Oh, oh, Oh, OH!" making a rhythm felt throughout the house just joined the two of us, as I slid balls deep into my wife. I don't remember getting an erection at all. After that session with Jennifer, it's a wonder I could get it up at all. Only the erotic sensation of Miranda almost attacking me sexually, the sex-charged noises coming from the living-room, the knowledge that the younger boy and girl were watching their older brother and sister mating like minks, and finally the knowledge that Miranda wasn't so much mad as aroused like a mink herself at the thought of her little girl getting knocked up by me, or by one of our sons, was too much. Ten seconds later we were rutting fully as frantically as the sounds gave evidence was going on in the other part of the house.
"Ugn, Uh, Ugh, Come in me, you bastard. Knock me up. Make a baby in me, you child-raping incestuous SOB. Fill my tummy with your baby, just like you did to that poor innocent little girl in the other... OOoooooh SHIIitt!"My wife's pussy clamped down around my prick in a vice-like grip that felt incredibly twice as tight as her daughter had the night before.
"God, here it comes!" I groaned, trying (but not quite succeeding) to force my erupting penis even deeper into her belly. "I'm going to fill your cute little tummy so full of baby-juice, you'll be having my kids for the next twenty years!" I groaned, my spurting and jerking inside my sexy wife almost echoed and duplicated by what I knew and to some extent could hear going on down the hall, where I knew my eldest son was emptying his prostate in his little sister's tight little baby-hole. The knowledge that the other two kids were watching him do it, just added to the erotic message that slammed into my brain as I emptied MY prostate into the still sexy young belly of the woman whom I loved almost as much as the little girls we had made together.
"Damn," commented Miranda, as we lay cuddled together, basking in the after-sex glow of completion. The house was once again quiet for a few minutes, before the ever-present sound of the babble-box came back on. "It's a good thing I'm on the pill," she added. "If not, I'd probably be pregnant too. ONE pregnant little girl in the house is enough, don't you think?"
I didn't answer, I knew better than to lie.
Surprisingly, that night, after about three hours of vegging on the sofa watching TV, Miranda snuggled up to me and managed to get me erect AGAIN! Three times in one day, while not a record for me, was quite something for me these days. Then, instead of sliding me inside her incredibly hot little hole (I knew it was hot, tight, and slippery from the feel of it squeezing my finger), Miranda gave me one of the best blow-jobs of my life, getting me up, then letting it die down, then arousing me again until my balls ached. When I was finally about to let her have a gallon or two of saved-up sperm down her hard-working throat, she stopped me!
"Hadn't you better give this to Jennifer?" she asked. "That poor little girl in the other room is probably just ACHING to feel her father's fat baby-maker sliding up inside her tight little baby-hole, and filling her tummy full of baby-juice. Are you going to torture that poor little girl, and not give her what she needs?"
"You mean, you WANT me to ...."
"Fuck our little girl and get her pregnant."
"Well ... If that's what you want ...."
"That's what I want. Now don't come back in here until Jenny's belly is as full of baby-juice as you squirted in me after dinner." Miranda looked at me for a second, then added, "In fact, don't come back at all tonight. Tomorrow, I'm moving her in with the boys. Tonight though, she's spending with you. Now git!"
I "got" before my wife changed her mind.
Tiptoeing down the hall (Why tiptoe?) I came to the girls' room and looked inside. Both girls sleeping, from the quiet. I slipped off my socks, and then slid inside my eldest daughter's bed.
"Wha? Who?" Jenny mumbled, and almost fought.
"Shhhhh. It's me ... Daddy," I calmed her. "Now spread your legs."
"But Daddy I ...."
Silencing my daughter's objections, I climbed over her and forced my knee between hers. After a second, Jenny relaxed and spread her legs even wider. "But Daddy," she still objected, "What if Mom...? Oh ... OOooooh that feels good."
"It's OK," I reassured her. "Your mother sent me down here. I'll be sleeping here tonight, Tomorrow, your mother's moving you in with the boys. OK?"
By this time, I had slid halfway into the little girl. The sucking wet heat of the child, while not as muscular-tight as her mother, still grabbed my penis with a fresh and different tightness that her mother couldn't duplicate after four children.
"Oh. Thanks, Daddy."
"Thank your mother ... later," I responded, while I slid the rest of the way inside her.
This time, without the frantic excitement of our first fuck, or the maddeningly full balls of a day at work, I managed to hold off against the sucking, jerking, and finally spasming of my little girl's vagina on my swollen prick. Not NEEDING sex like the previous two times (in fact, being almost satiated with sex) I was able to keep on fucking through one, two, and even THREE climaxes of my horny little girl. For sure, she hadn't done this the first time we fucked! I revised my estimate of my daughter's tightness. When she came, the little girl's muscles clamped down on my prick in vice-like grip that for a second was actually painful! Even Miranda at her best, before the kids, had never clamped down on me like that.
Each time, Jenny grew looser and wetter inside, then clamped down even harder on me when she came. "Oh, Daddy," she panted hotly in my ear. "It feels so good."
"Daddy's going to cum, if you keep that up," I warned her.
"Oh Daddy."
"If I cum in you, I could get you pregnant," I added to the warning. Previous to this, I had just DONE it ... and (shamefully) pressured the boys into doing the same. This time, not being QUITE so overruled by the pressure in my penis, I would let my daughter decide. It wasn't as if I really NEEDED to get my rocks off a third time. Heck, during the wild gyrations we had been doing, I figured I might have leaked a teaspoon or two of sperm in the child's belly anyway. No real need to ejaculate the full load.
"Oh, Daddy, please?"
"You want me to pull out?" Somehow, if she asked, I would.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," panted in my ear.
"You want me to cum inside you?"
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please .... Please, Daddy?"
"I'll get you pregnant," I warned again. Looking to one side, I caught a glimpse of Jenny's little sister looking wide-eyed at her sibling and father. I don't think she was aware that I noticed her.
"Please, Daddy?"
I did it.
"Here it cums," I warned, just before I felt the first satisfying surge of potent sperm ripple through the bottom of my prick, on through the tube on the bottom of my penis, through the head, and on into the welcoming entrance to my daughter's body, while her tight little sleeve milked and squeezed each precious drop into her vagina where it belonged. No, I don't THINK Jennifer climaxed that time ... but she certainly seemed to enjoy feeling me spasm inside her; stroking my back, cuddling my body, wrapping her legs around me, and working against me to get each thick white gob of incestuous seed into her body.
"Mmmmm. Thanks, Daddy," she murmured into my ear.
"Thank you," I added in return. What ELSE could I say to my daughter for the most incredible fuck of my life?
"You're heavy, Daddy," she finally complained, after our breathing had subsided a little.
"Ooooh." I don't know for sure which of us moaned as I pulled away. Maybe it was both of us. I motioned Jennifer to turn over on her side, and then slid my still 3/4 hard penis back inside her from the rear. As I did so, I glanced over at her little sister's bed. Mindy was asleep ... back turned to us ... a little TOO pointedly asleep, if you ask me. Nobody did.
"Mmmm," I groaned in satisfaction as my prick slid back inside my little girl. Even going soft, it felt so GOOD, and yes so RIGHT to be inside her. "Thanks, Dear," I said.
"Thanks, Daddy," she replied, snuggling back at me so the last half-inch of fatherly prick slid and then jerked inside her.
"You're welcome," I responded.
For a minute or two we lay there, enjoying the closeness. Then a nagging question came to mind.
"Jenny?" I asked, hoping she hadn't gone to sleep yet.
"Nnnh?"
"Did the boys ... uh, 'do their job' this afternoon?"
Jennifer giggled. "Uhuh," she said. "They each helped me 'practice making a baby' three times today. Twice this morning, and once this afternoon. Mike promised to help me practice until I got it right."
"Oh." The girl's giggling had almost given me another erection. Almost.
"Well," I finally said, "I'll help out too ... whenever I can. There's still your mother, you know."
Jenny gave a half-giggle, and a squeeze around the now-flaccid prick that was trapped inside her. "Thanks, Daddy," she murmured. "Promise?"
"Promise."
And that was that. | 6 |
2,328 | Making it "good" for Daddy | "Daddy, can we fuck?" The little 10-year-old girl fisted her father's swollen penis as she paused in sucking him off to ask the obscene question.
"Gee Honey, I don't know. You're kind of young yet," George Pepper replied, as he lay naked on the bed, with just a T-shirt covering the upper part of his body.
"Ginny's even younger than I am," replied the little girl, between licks and taking her father's swollen penis into her mouth. The child could barely fit the head of the swollen member in her little mouth, but she did the best she could, while continuing her argument, "and she's been fucking her father for over a year now. Ginny says it feels real good when her father squirts his cum up inside her. Please Daddy?"
"Well... Ginny's father isn't as big as I am, and besides, your cousin's been menstruating since she was nine. I still think you're a little too small yet."
"Menstruating, Daddy?"
"Menstruating. Having periods. Bleeding between the legs."
"Oh. I did that last week. Momma says it's because I'm a woman now. That's why she says it's time I got fucked."
"Your mother said that?" It was obvious to the little girl that her father was weakening. Susanne Pepper took advantage of her father's indecision.
"Uhuh. Please Daddy? I'd do it REAL good. Momma says it won't be long before I start having kids of my own, and I should learn how it feels."
"Ooooh," George couldn't help but groan. The little girl could tell he was weakening. She swung her leg over her father's body and placed the tip of the enormous member up against her tiny little crack.
"See Daddy," she said, "I'll make it feel real good for you, I promise." The clear liquid seeping from the end of her father's penis lubricated her cunny-lips, so they spread smoothly around the pulsing rod. The stimulation was too much for the older man. George stopped fighting. If his little girl wanted to fuck, why not let her? As long as he didn't force her...
"Oh, OK! If you insist," he capitulated.
"Gee thanks Daddy! You'll like it, really! Ginny says her father likes to squirt his sperm up in her tummy, even more that he likes being sucked-off. I'm sure I can do it at least as good as she can."
The older man was NOT worried that he wouldn't like the feel of his pre-pubescent daughter's tight little cunny wrapped around his prick. Far from it. In fact, he was worried about just the opposite. The little girl's squirming had worked almost two inches of her father's throbbing prick meat into the child's tight little hole, and the stimulation was threatening to make him squirt thick sticky cum all over the inside of her tightly squeezing little snatch, before he had even half of it inside her. Luckily, there was an interruption.
"Ow!" said Susanne. "How come it hurts?" She had a little over a third of her father's rampant penis inside her, and the erotic sight almost made him squirt anyway.
"It's your hymen," he explained, "your virginity. If you want to fuck, you'll have to break it. It hurts. That's why I didn't want to do it until you're older."
"Wouldn't it hurt then too, Daddy?"
"Well, I guess."
"Then I guess I might as well do it now, and get it over with," said the determined little fourth-grader. The little girl grit her teeth, and sat down hard. There was a straining moment, then three more inches of paternal prick vanished into the child's belly. A tiny drop of red ran down one side of the man's prick, but the little girl didn't cry or complain. The only sign of her pain was a tear that appeared in her eye as she felt her father's prick slide all the way home in her belly.
That tear was enough for her father. "I'm sorry, Suzy, but I warned you," he said. "We'd better stop now, and maybe you can try it again some other time."
"No!" said the determined little girl. "I said I'd make it feel good for you, and I will." Gritting her teeth against the slight pain of her torn virginity, the child began rising and falling on her father's enormously swollen prick.
At first, it didn't look as though she was going to succeed. The man's prick had softened considerably when he realized that his daughter was hurt. Still, the stimulation was extreme, and the little girl obviously was determined to keep on going until he came inside her, so he did his best to help. George always was a man who tried to keep his own promises, and was not one to deny his own daughter the same integrity.
Suzy watched her father close his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the delicious feel of her incredibly tight little snatch milking and squeezing on his engorged prick. Surprisingly, it was starting to feel good to her as well.
Too soon, it was all over though. Suddenly the man stopped, and pushed his prick up inside his daughter as hard as he could. Suzy suddenly felt wet between the legs, and knew from the symptoms that her father was ejaculating his potent sperm right up inside her. For the first time, the little girl knew her father was squirting his sperm inside her where it belonged. She wondered if she could get pregnant yet, and if not, how long it would be before she could.
Oh well, if she didn't, Suzy was sure her mother would insist that her father kept on fucking her until she was. The little girl was glad she had a mother who cared enough about her daughter to let her get pregnant by the man she wanted... Even if that man was her own father. The hard part had been convincing him.
Suzy was pretty sure her father wouldn't stop, now that he had felt her tight little cunny milking the sperm out of his prick. From now on, the little girl figured she could get fucked as often as she liked. She was right.
"See Daddy," said Suzy, "I said I'd make it good for you." The little girl squirmed, seating the last quarter-inch of her father's fat cock in her tight little slit, while the last few drops of incestuous cum drooling out of the tip of his prick eased the pressure and allowed it to shrink just a little.
"Did you like it Daddy?" she asked, when her father didn't reply.
George was too overwhelmed by the implications of the thing he had just completed. After all, it's not every day that you take your own daughter's virginity. To top it off, there was the comment Suzy had made earlier, implying that his wife EXPECTED him to impregnate the little girl. He was barely able to nod.
"Thanks Daddy!" she said, with a room-brightening smile. "I TOLD you you'd like it." Suzy squirmed a little lower on her father's lap, bringing renewed life to the swollen member plugging up her tightly stretched little hole. A blob of white slowly oozed out around the base of the man's prick as the little girl slowly rotated her hips, seeming to enjoy the feeling of her own father's sperm inside her vagina. "Can we do it again?" she asked.
"Uh Suzy," he said, "I really don't think this is such a good idea."
"Why not Daddy?" she asked, logically, "You liked it. I liked it. Why CAN'T we do it again? I'll make it feel REAL good this time; I promise!" The warm squeezing of her tight little slit reminded George of just how good it had felt THIS time; but somehow he had no doubt that Suzy WOULD manage to make it "feel better." That was not what was troubling him.
"Uh Suz," he explained, using his short nickname for his daughter, "I know it feels good. That's why we'd better stop now; before we both start to like it so much we won't be able to stop."
"Daddy! that doesn't make sense," pointed out the little girl, as her squirming brought renewed life to her father's prick, "I liked it, and so did you."
"I can tell," she added, as her father's prick expanded once again inside her, "So why SHOULD we stop?"
The man could tell that Suzy liked the feeling of her father inside her almost as much as he liked feeling her body around his. It was hard to refute her argument. Still, he had to try. "You might get pregnant," he pointed out.
"Daddy!" exclaimed the little girl in disgust, "Of course I will. What's the idea of fucking, if you don't get pregnant? Momma says if I'm lucky, I could have 4 or 5 kids by you, before I start high-school."
The man's jaw gaped. "You WANT to get pregnant?" he asked.
"Of course, silly," she replied, "Why do you think I wanted to get fucked in the first place?"
The thought was too exciting. After having left ONE big sticky load of cum in his cute little daughter's belly, he had expected to be unable to cum for quite a while.
It was completely unexpected therefore, when his little girl informed him that she not only knew she could get pregnant, but actually WANTED her own father to plant a baby in that cute little tummy of hers, George Pepper lost control. He did it again. He came inside his own 10-year-old daughter; doing his best to get his little girl pregnant.Well, if Suzy wanted her father's baby, and her mother didn't mind (didn't mind, heck! It seemed that his oversexed wife was doing everything she could to get her husband to knock their little girl up), then who was he to object? For sure, the thought of his 10-year-old daughter's flat little tummy being obscenely stretched by her own father's baby growing inside her didn't turn him off. George must have left what felt like two quarts of incestuous baby-making sperm in his little girl's tight little snatch. (Even though it was probably only about a teaspoonful or two, it FELT to the man like he pissed gallons of thick creamy cum in his daughter's eagerly accepting young womb.) Pulse after pulse of thick sticky white baby-juice spat out the tip of his swollen prick and into the warm welcoming recesses of the precocious young child's body.
Feeling him spasming inside her again got Suzy excited as well. George didn't think his daughter had an orgasm, but she sure seemed to be happy just knowing her father had given in and was doing his best to give her the baby she wanted.
Finally, his mighty spasms slowed down to just squirts, and then just a dribble of cum leaking into the little girl's belly.
This time George said it. "Thank you, Suzy," he gasped.
"Thank you, Daddy," she responded. "I love you."
"I love you too, Honey," he replied. What else could a man say to his daughter who might possibly be carrying their child, even as they cuddled together, enjoying the pleasure of being mated?
Suddenly the real world came crashing down on the two lovers.
"WHAT are you DOING?!?!" screamed his wife, coming into the room and finding her husband and daughter in the most compromising of positions.
"Ohshit," he said so quietly that neither of the other occupants of the room could hear. George just KNEW this had been too much of a horny fantasy to be true. His wife might not mind his little girl sucking him off, but fucking her? He knew he should never have let his daughter talk him into this. Now he would have to pay for his horny fantasy.
There was no doubt about what they had been doing either. Even though his prick had wilted at the first angry word from his wife, slipping out of their daughter with a quiet "slurp," the rivers of white greasy cum drooling out of the little girl's snatch, coupled with a bright red streak on her thigh, gave mute evidence of the fact that he had not only just fucked the little fourth-grader, but had just taken her virginity as well. George knew he was truly and royally fucked!
The man's wife didn't give him a chance to defend himself or try to cover up what he had been doing.
"Look what time it is!" she almost screamed. "I come in here, expecting to find YOU dressed and ready for school." Here his wife passed a scathing glance at their daughter. "And YOU," she continued to her husband, "I expected to be getting ready for work! Instead, what do I find? Two sex-maniacs who can't even remember that Suzy's bus leaves at 7:25 exactly."
As if to prove her point, there was a loud rumble outside, interrupted by a grinding of gears, as the school bus passed the house, picking up speed as it did, since Suzy wasn't out there to be picked up.
The woman continued her tirade. "Well, if you think I am going to take Suzy to school this morning, just because you two are too busy fucking to pay attention to the time, well you've got another think coming!"
June Pepper looked at her husband and daughter with disgust, while she wound down. "Since you're the one who made her miss her bus, YOU take her to school this morning," she grumbled. "I don't care if it DOES make you late for work. I have other things to do!"
The woman stalked off towards the kitchen, only pausing to send two last-minute instructions back to the mismatched couple in the bedroom, as they both sat there, somewhat in a state of shock. "And for heaven's sake, clean up the mess between that little girl's legs," she instructed, her voice trickling back. "I don't want you getting that stuff all over the bed or carpet; and she shouldn't go off to school smelling like a whore, even if that's what she is: Daddy's little whore."
"Yes, Momma," replied Suzy, for both of them.
George Pepper was too much in shock to reply. First, from the thought he was in trouble for fucking his daughter, then from the shock of finding out that he was NOT in trouble for fucking the little girl. If you see what I mean.
"From now on," came the voice of his wife, as she gathered her stuff together in the living room, "if it's going to take you that long to fuck your father, then do it at night. Besides, if you do it then, you'll have a better chance of getting pregnant. Bye!" George heard the door open. June really WAS in a hurry that morning.
"Bye, Momma... I love you," the clear sweet voice of their child warmed his heart.
"I love you both too, now get going!" The slam of the door interrupted his "I love you too," but he knew June had heard him anyway.
Reluctantly, George and Suzy got up off the bed, pausing to stop the flood of messy white spilling from her crotch from making a mess on the floor by wiping it up with a tissue.
The little girl hurried to get dressed and gulped down a glass of "instant" breakfast at her father's insistence. She looked incredibly cute in a short little dress, with matching panties that almost made it look as if she wasn't wearing any.
That gave her father an idea. "Take off your panties," he told her.
"Huh?" Suzy asked. "I thought you were going to take me to school. We've only got about 20 minutes. I don't think we have time to do it again."
George grinned. His little girl didn't have enough imagination.
"Just take them off," he said, "you'll see."
So she did. The older man gathered them up, stuffed them in his pocket, and headed for the car.
"But Daddy, what?..." Suzy hurried to catch up to her father. Her short little dress was just long enough that you couldn't see her lack of panties.
"Here," he said, getting in the car and holding his door open afterwards.
"But Daddy! I can't climb over you!" complained Suzy, looking pointedly at the other side of the car.
"Oh yes you can," her father replied, freeing his prick from the hole in his pants. "You can sit on my lap, like a good little girl, while I drive you to school."
Suzy's mouth made a big "OH" of surprise, but she didn't object. Five seconds later, George Pepper's lap was full of squirming, giggling little girl, and his prick was being squeezed by the tightest, sweetest little hole in the whole wide world.
"Thanks, Daddy," murmured Suzy in her father's ear, "I thought I'd have to wait until tonight for this."
They drove to school that way. Suzy was the very image of a sleepy little girl snoozing on her father's lap, while he drove her to school.
About halfway there, Suzy started rotating her hips, while talking to her father, whispering in his ear. "I'd better put those panties on, before I get out of the car," she said.
"Why?" asked her father. (He knew why; he just wanted to hear her response.)
"Because if I come in the classroom with no panties and my snatch dribbling cum, Mr. Gardner's going to send me straight to the principal's office."
"What's wrong with that?" he teased her.
All the while they were talking, Suzy's tight little cunny kept squeezing on her father's prick in a warm friendly manner. She was still slick inside, from the cum he'd squirted in her earlier, so the stimulation wasn't so much as to send him over the edge. George figured he could drive all the way to school before filling the child's womb with his sperm. They'd probably just have to pull over to the end of the parking lot while he got off.
George wasn't worried. A few times in the past he had taken Suzy to school late, and she had sucked him off over in that same corner. Once, he even saw another car sitting over there, while one of Suzy's classmates was in the car with HER father. George had watched the child's head bobbing up and down, so he was pretty sure what they were doing.
"Huh?" he said. In his introspection, George had missed his daughter's response. Her tight little cunny squeezing on his swelling prick had also distracted him.
"I said, 'The principal's a pervert,'" explained Suzy.
"Ughn... How so?" he croaked. Suzy was getting to him after all.
"He fools around with little girls!" exclaimed Suzy.
Her vehemence surprised her father. Suzy didn't seem to mind her own father fucking her. Why should she mind some other man the same age fucking girls like her? George asked her.
"Any time someone is hauled into his office for 'playing around', he usually ends up fucking them. All the kids know about it, but it seems that none of the teachers do. Or at least if they do, nobody says anything."
"Even the boys?" he asked in surprise.
"Boys, girls, teenagers or little kids. Mr. Shank likes them all. I hear he's got three girls in my class pregnant right now, and even more in the third-grade. If you believe what you hear."
Suzy gave another wriggle on her father's lap, causing him to release another spurt of pre-cum into her tight little hole, as she continued, "Surprisingly, none of the kids seems to mind... Even the little ones."
"Little ones?" her father gasped, barely managing to stop at a traffic light. The school was getting closer.
"Uhuh," she replied, "I hear he's even fucked some of the first-graders."Since nobody ever complains, it's hard to tell. I know for sure he was fucking some of my classmates, two years ago. I almost went down there myself, just to see what it was like.
The thought of his little girl being fucked at 7 years old was almost too much; George barely managed to restrain himself enough to ask, "Why didn't you?"
"Daddy! I wanted my first time to be with you."
"Oh." George was flattered. He had to finish this conversation pretty quick though. "Then why don't you want to get sent to see him now?" he asked.
"Because he might fuck me."
"So?" he asked. "You're already fucking me. Would letting some poor old oversexed schoolteacher in your cute little panties be so bad? Besides, you said all the other girls seem to like it. He must be pretty good."
"Daddy! He might get me pregnant!" said Suzy in exasperation.
"Then let him," George said, as he began ejaculating his sperm up into his child's vagina at the very thought. OOOH, that was sexy! Just thinking about the principal, cool as a cucumber in public, while he boffed the 12, 10, 8, (and if Suzy was to be believed, even 6) year old little girls in his private office. George was slightly disappointed that his daughter hadn't been one of them.
"Oh Daddy, don't be silly," murmured Suzy in her father's ear, as he pulled into the school parking lot. "I want this baby to be my daddy's."
"OOoohhh!" George groaned, and let his little girl have the last sticky drops of incestuous seed. Well, if his little girl wanted a big belly by her own father, then George was quite willing to do his part.
"If you say so," he groaned, as the final drops oozed out of his prick, and into his little girl's body. "Only remember, there's still next year."
"Huh?" replied Suzy, somewhat distracted, as she tried valiantly to extract every precious drop of her father's sperm up inside her vagina.
"After our baby is born, you can always get pregnant again, as your mother pointed out," he replied. "All your babies don't have to be mine, do they?"
Suzy threw the tissue-box at her father, as she struggled into her tight little panties. "THIS one does," she said pointedly, using one of the tissues to stop up her leaking hole. "I gotta go Daddy... See you tonight."
"See you," her father confirmed. "Love you, Cutie-Pie."
George started to pull out, heading for work, but paused long enough to hear his daughter's reply, and answer her in return.
"Love you too, Daddy. Can we do this again tonight? Please Daddy?"
"Promise to make it 'feel good' for me?" he teased.
"Promise," she giggled.
"OK, then I promise too."
And that was that. George Pepper headed off to work with a very sticky crotch, while his daughter skipped into school just ahead of the bell, with her own father's thick sticky sperm dripping down the side of her leg.
They were both too happy to give a damn.
Tonight... George could hardly wait. | 1 |
2,330 | In Your Sister | "ALL the way up in your little sister," Momma insisted.
Momma had caught the two of us "making out." We weren't really fucking or anything like that, just feeling each other up, and kissing, and stuff like that. Momma caught us.
Boy, was she mad! After yelling and screaming, calling Lori a slut, and me even more unmentionable names, Momma finally calmed down. Or at least, she seemed to. What she did next, I still find hard to believe. At first, I figured that Momma had cracked. You know, gone over the edge. Loony-bin. That stuff.
Well, I guess Momma cracked all right. Cracked right out of her shell. Inside, Momma is a very kinky lady, and I guess she had been holding it back for years. Anyway, once she realized what we were doing, Momma decided (probably correctly) that no matter how much she screamed and hollered, we probably wouldn't stop sneaking around and playing with each other. So, she decided that if we were going to play around, we might as well do it right. In fact, that's what she told us.
"Huh?" I said. Lori's mouth was gaping too.
"I said, if you're going to fuck around with your little sister, you might as well REALLY fuck her, and do it right."
I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. My staid, prim, old-fashioned mother, actually TELLING me to fuck my own sister? No way!
Momma had just started, however. "You're not on the pill, are you?" she asked Lori.
"Momma!" You could tell by the tone, that my little sister had never even thought of such a thing. I mean, you don't go on the pill, unless you PLAN on being fucked. Lori was still a virgin.
Momma semi-apologized, "Well, you never know. Some kids get them from school, or the free-clinic. They aren't allowed to notify parents any more, unless the kids tell them to."
Momma looked at Lori even closer. "How long ago was your last period?" she asked.
Lori thought a bit, then responded, "I don't know, about two or three weeks ago. Somewhere in there."
"Good," said Momma. "Now why don't you two get undressed, and do this properly."
"Steve," she said, turning to me, "if you're going to fuck your little sister, you'll both be more comfortable on the bed."
Momma WANTED me to fuck my sister? I looked at Momma in astonishment.
Momma's face clouded up again. "NOW!" she said, making us both jump. "I'd better see nothing but two naked bodies in your bedroom Lori," she said emphatically, "in two minutes, or you're both going to be sorry!"
If there's one thing about Momma (Or Daddy, for that matter.) she doesn't threaten lightly. Lori and I were moving before Momma finished her threat, shedding clothes as we went.
By the time Momma made her slower way into my little sister's bedroom, we were both naked as jaybirds, and sitting on the bed waiting. Momma STILL looked annoyed.
CHAPTER: 2
"Well, what are you two waiting for?" she asked. "I told you Steve, fuck your sister. What's the matter, do I have to put it in for you?" she asked sarcastically.
"But Momma," wailed Lori, "we don't have any condoms! That's why we were just feeling around."
Momma looked as if she were going to blow her top. "Not in MY house, you don't," she exploded. "As I said before, if you're going to fuck, you're going to do it right. Now get started, or get out!" Momma looked as if she meant it.
Well, at 15, I sure wasn't ready to leave home, and if I wasn't, my little 10-year-old sister wasn't either. We looked at each other and shrugged. Well, if that was what Momma wanted, that's what she would get. If my little sister had a baby, well Momma asked for it. Somehow I knew that Momma would be overjoyed, if Lori showed up with a big belly.
Lori lay on her back; and I put my cock inside her. Yeah, just like that. No foreplay, no sucking cock, no twiddling her twat. Just up and stick it in. After all, that was what Momma wanted, wasn't it? Besides, we had gotten hot and slippery enough, before Momma caught us. That, and the thought of actually fucking my little sister, and getting her pregnant, with Momma's permission yet, was unbelievably exciting. (Permission? Hell, Momma was almost INSISTING that I knock the kid up.)
As I said, I did it. I pushed my big cock up inside my little sister's tight little hole, and gave her a belly full of baby-juice. Lori only let out a little squeak, when I slid through her hymen, then she was grunting and moaning as though she had been fucking for years. As I mentioned before, I did it. The feel of the little girl's tight little slit squeezing and clamping on my already pre-cum leaking prick was too much. After all, I hadn't really been inside a girl before, let alone one as tight and horny as Lori. I made about two big strokes, in about 10 seconds, and I lost it. I pushed my cock up inside my little sister, and gave her what she wanted: a bellyful of her own big brother's incestuous sperm. That's when Momma said those words at the beginning of this story.
"ALL the way up in your little sister," Momma insisted.
I grunted, and did my best. Pushing up as hard as I could, I did my best to plant as much of my baby-making seed as far up in the little girl's tight little belly as it would go.
Momma seemed to be satisfied. Once she had seen me do my best to impregnate my 10-year-old little sister, she calmed down a lot. Momma made it clear to both of us, that we could play around with each other all we wanted, we could even use birth-control, when she wasn't around, but not the pill. She just insisted that if we WERE going to play around, that at least once a month, we stopped "playing," and did it right. Yeah, just what you think.
From then on, Momma practically ignored the two of us, and our almost constant sex-show. That is, unless we made it TOO obvious, or invited her in to watch. Once a month though, Momma insisted on watching the two of us fuck. She always made sure that Lori was in the middle of her period, and that we didn't use any protection at all during that one time.
CHAPTER: 3
After the first time, Momma always insisted that my little sister go to bed without washing up afterwards, so that her big brother's sperm would have a chance to soak in. Then, for a month, she would leave us alone.
Don't get me wrong, Momma didn't INSIST that I impregnate my little sister. She just insisted that if the two of us were going to fool around, then at least once a month, we had to take our chances that I MIGHT make a baby in my little sister.
There's no way, that Lori and I were going to stop fucking, once we started. Also, as you might guess, and Momma probably planned; we figured that if we were taking a chance part of the time, what difference did it make, the rest of the time. Except for a few days at the beginning, we didn't use any birth-control when Momma WASN'T watching either. After a while, it got to be quite a kick, thinking I was planting a baby in my cute little sister's flat little tummy.
It took longer than you might think. Lori had just passed her 13th birthday, when she finally missed her first period. By the time she was 14 though, we were already working on a little sister for our son to fuck.
Well, as Momma said, "If you're going to do it, you might as well do it right." | 3 |
2,335 | My Hot Little Sister | "God Marsha, you've got to be the best fuck in the whole world," said Mark.
I giggled. It's nice to be appreciated by your boyfriend. Still... Just being liked as a good fuck isn't enough to base a lifetime together on. I needed to know if there was enough more to our relationship to stand him finding someone "better" than me... At sex, that is. I already knew we were well-matched in some other things... Our kinky fantasies, for example.
Since neither my boyfriend and I had any opposite-sex siblings, we had both spent our early years after puberty in a haze of horny hormones, just dreaming of the possibilities of having a brother or sister right down the hall to help us find out, "The facts of life." Only I understand it isn't really that way with real brothers and sisters. Still, many times like today we had acted out the fantasy where "Big Brother" or "Little Sister" would sneak down to the other's bedroom, and slip into bed with his or her sibling, "Just to feel what it's like."
Occasionally, we did fantasies where he was my "Daddy" and I was his "little girl" or I was his mother, but those didn't seem to be quite so exciting as the ones where we played brother-and-sister helping each other out. Maybe it's because we already HAD real parents, and it was too close to the "real thing" to be as good a fantasy; being more like a nightmare. The nice thing about these fantasies was we didn't have to worry about things that might happen in real life, like getting pregnant by my own father or horny big brother, or getting caught by outraged parents, or nosy little sisters.Thus it was that two days later I found myself once again sliding up and down on my boyfriend's thick prick; only this time it was while my own sister watched the two of us with incredulous eyes. "Oh my God, you're really doing it," she exclaimed while fingering her bare little slit. It had taken a while, but I had finally convinced her that the proper attire for voyeurism was no attire at all. Ginny was just as naked as we were. Somehow I got the impression that Ginny hadn't really believed that Mark and I actually fucked; with his prick going right up inside me like this. Here I had supposed she knew more about sex, with her constant peeking. Not to mention her escapades with Daddy, where I saw his thick white cum running down the inside of her leg from fucking him, after she left his room that day. What did she expect the two of us to do? Jack each other off, or something?
"Oh God, I'm going to cum," groaned Mark, as the stimulation of having one sexy girl suck him off with her tight little cunny, while yet another equally sexy little girl watched and waited for "her turn", was too erotic to handle.
I felt him twitch inside me, and knew I was having my horny little hole filled with my lover's thick creamy seed. Too soon... Oh well, this was mainly for Mark and Ginny's sake, and I could get off later. Besides, when he came this quickly, it usually meant that Mark would be able to go all that much longer; my boyfriend being one of those rare men who could cum two or sometimes even three times in a girl, before his prick got too limp to do it again. "Oh God!" said Ginny; staring in amazement at where Mark's thick prick vanished into my body. A thick white drool of cum oozed out the side, giving evidence of his climax. This seemed to be what so impressed my little sister.
"Oh God," she repeated, "he came in you."
"That's the whole idea, Little Sister," I said, with satisfaction at the knowledge that my boyfriend's sperm was oozing into my womb, where it belonged.
"But, what if you get...?"
"Pregnant?" I supplied. Ginny nodded blushing.
Well, if Ginny didn't know I was on the pill like she was, I wasn't about to disabuse her of the notion right then. It was kind of kinky to know my little sister thought I might be getting pregnant while she watched. I almost climaxed at the very idea.
"Well," I said, "I guess I'll just have to take my chances; won't I?"
Ginny seemed to shudder with excitement. I guess the idea was as erotic to her, as it was to me.
"Now get over here, 'Little Sister'," I said, "it's your turn." I pulled off Mark's prick, squeezing it as I did so; so that only a drop of white goo remained on the tip of his white-streaked cock; most of his precious sperm being trapped inside me where it belonged. I helped Mark position my little sister on the bed; so he could slide his still cum-drooling prick up inside her. The white streaks of his and my spendings would just make him slipperier, and thus made it easier for him to get inside her. No point in having my boyfriend wipe himself off and waste it; having to start all over again.
"But I don't... I can't... I'm not... Ow!...Oh God, you're doing it!"
I giggled. By the time my little sister had finished objecting, she did, she could, and she WAS fucking my boyfriend, as the thick, obscenely white-streaked sausage slid into the little girl with a rush that didn't stop until Mark's prick was buried to the hilt in her belly, and his thick black pubic hair was meshed with the sparse down that barely decorated my sister's plump little slit. I knew my boyfriend was leaking his pre-cum and sperm in the little girl's womb, where she so desperately needed it.
"Oh GOD, Marsha, she so tight!" groaned Mark.
I could tell the older boy was fighting to keep from splattering my little sister's womb full of baby-juice, before he got all the way inside her. We both wanted the little girl to feel him sliding in and out for a nice long time, before he filled her tummy with his seed. That way, it would be better for both of them. Thank God he had cum inside me first, or he might have lost control the moment he put the tip in. I have to admit, my little sister was one hot fuck. So did Mark.
"Oh God, Marsha," repeated Mark, "you were right. She's incredible. I can't believe it...She's milking me off inside, and I'm not even moving!"
"I...I'm not doing anything," moaned Ginny, "I just can't help it. It feels soooo good! Auugh!"
With the last exclamation, Ginny suddenly started bucking underneath her older lover; grabbing my boyfriend and forcing him down on top of her; so his hairy chest was rubbing against her developing young titties, and she had wrapped her legs around his; while the two of them rutted frantically like two minks. It was an incredible sight.
It usually took me ten or fifteen minutes to get Mark to cum the second time, as his prick wasn't so sensitive after squirting the first time in me.
Astonishingly, after only two minutes of being inside my little sister, Mark achieved his second climax of the afternoon; shoving his engorged prick to the hilt in the little girl, while groaning all the time about how hot and tight and wet she was inside, and how she was pulling the sperm from his prostate right up inside her womb. It seems that I had been right, when I told Mark, "You ain't fucked NOBODY, 'til you've fucked my little sister."
I was getting jealous just watching, in spite of my pleasure at seeing the two people I loved most in the world enjoying themselves so much together. I just hoped I hadn't overdone it, and lost my fiance to my little sister.
"Oooh God, that was good," moaned Mark, as the two lovers finally pulled apart. Ginny just collapsed in a heap.
"Thanks, Big Sister," she finally managed to groan, in gratitude to me for 'loaning' her my boyfriend to fuck.
I was more worried about how Mark felt than my little sister...I needn't have worried.
"You're right," he finally managed to gasp, "she IS a better fuck than you are." For a moment, I felt disappointed in his words, even if I knew they were true. Then Mike finished his comment. "But I wouldn't trade you for three of her," he said, "'cause YOU are the one I need and love, and who set me up with her...Besides, isn't a boy supposed to fall in love with the FIRST one of his sisters, who creeps into bed with him?" he asked, bringing giggles from me, and a perplexed look from Ginny.
Mark was right. Ginny might be hotter, tighter, and a better fuck than I was, but our fun and fantasies together would keep us having fun at sex for many years past the time when most people had given it up as, "Too boring." Sex would NEVER be boring for the two of us...Especially if we invited my little sister to join us once in a while, when she needed it. Thinking of which...I looked at where Ginny lay sprawled in an obscene flop on the bed. Her crotch was a mess, as she had managed to suck out more sperm from Mark's prick in one two-minute fuck, than I usually did in three or four times over an hour or two.
"C'mon Mark," I said, grinning at my 'Big Brother'. "Let's get our 'Little Sister' cleaned up. After all, we just wanted to teach her 'how babies were made,' we didn't really want to get our own little sister pregnant. Your sperm is probably wriggling it's way up inside our 'little sister's' womb right now."
Ginny looked down at her sperm-matted crotch, at this obscene remark, and said, "Oh God, you DID do it in me, didn't you?"
"Yes," I said, with some satisfaction, "and he did a pretty good job in me too. C'mon Little Sister, let's go get cleaned up. Our 'Big Brother' Mark will help."
Ginny was too wasted to even giggle at the thought of Mark being our brother. Still, she DID giggle when we all got in the shower together, and cleaned up. "There, Little Sister," I said; still emphasizing our relationship. "'you feel better now?"
Ginny looked back and forth at the two of us, and finally nodded. "I suppose," she said, "but I STILL find it hard to believe I just did that."
"Believe it, Little Sister," I said. "You did it, and so did I. And you can do it again, any time you feel like it; as long as you ask me first." (I wasn't about to let the horny little slut start sneaking Mark into her bed, when I wasn't around. He might find out he liked HER better than me after all, if I wasn't there to remind him that a hot little hole and sexy body and a great fuck weren't the only things that a girl had to offer her mate.)
For a moment, Ginny seemed to think about it; then shuddered for some reason and shook her head. I guess the idea of sleeping with her big sister's boyfriend on a continual basis, wasn't all that appealing to her; wanting a man of her own (like Daddy) to fuck...Not that I blame her.
"I'd better not," she decided. "It's OK, for YOU, as you're getting married. I just don't dare."
I shrugged. "Your loss, Little Sister," I said, and that was that.
Or that SHOULD have been that. It's now about six months later, and Mark and I are planning on getting married in one more, as we just can't wait to start having children. Seeing Ginny with a slightly swollen tummy just makes me ache to feel mine in the same condition, and Mark feels the same way.
Yes, Ginny's pregnant.Mark and I have offered to adopt the baby, but my little sister wants to raise it herself. Our parents don't know whose it is, as Ginny isn't telling, and she made us both promise we wouldn't either.
She's going to have to raise the baby all by herself, with a little help from Mother and Dad, and sometimes from us, when she lets us. Oh well, it's all her own fault anyway.
How the hell was I supposed to know that the little kid was still a virgin and didn't know enough to take precautions? It seems that Daddy really hadn't fucked her after all; he was just jacking off on her tummy, being scared even then, when some of it ran down between her legs. And she had thought that was making love.
Why didn't the little shit tell us she was a virgin? How was I supposed to know she was fertile? It's all her fault... It has to be. I mean, after all, she's 12 years old. | 1 |
2,339 | Being Careful | "Careful, Dan," called my mother to Dad, as she watched him enter my bedroom, "She's almost twelve years old now. You might get her pregnant, if you're not careful."
Dad just snorted. As if he didn't know.
I felt the bed sag as my father climbed into bed, then he was on top of me. No feel-up and mess-around THIS morning. We were both too horny for foreplay. I spread my legs, and placed the head of Dad's leaking prick up against my hot little hole, that had also been leaking drools of arousal for over half an hour, as I had listened to what went on in the other room.
It took only a second of fumbling, before I felt my father's penis slide home in the vagina he had created almost 13 years earlier in my mother's vagina by doing the same thing to her he was doing to me. God, that felt good. To feel your own father's prick sliding up inside you, is a pleasure few girls get to feel these days. I feel sorry for those poor kids who are so neglected.
At least Dad hasn't neglected me, since that day almost four years ago, when I had climbed into bed between him and Mother, and ended up sucking him off; to Dad's surprise, and Mother's astonishment. Once she found out I WANTED sex from my own father, Mother never once objected again... except to warn us about things like me getting pregnant, that is. For all her warnings, Mom seems to know how much I need sex, and makes sure that Dad helps me out by fucking me at least once a day, if not more.
The first time I felt my own father's thick prick slide up inside my hot little hole, I was hooked. As for when Dad came in me...
God, do I love fucking my father. To feel his cock slide in and out, while I hunch up at him and squeeze his fat prick with my cunny as hard as I can, is indescribable. Then when Dad gets violent towards the end, (like now) and starts jamming his prick in me harder and harder, as he approaches his climax...
Well, what can I say? It's incredibly erotic to know you can make your own father feel this way, while at the same time YOUR orgasm just grows and makes a tighter and tighter knot in your belly, until you feel like you'll SCREAM, if your father doesn't squirt his sperm in you. The thought of how dangerous it is to let him actually squirt his sperm inside your vagina, without any artificial barriers in the way, just adds to the thrill of fucking your own father. The knowledge that your own father MIGHT get you pregnant, is more exciting than it is scary.
Then, to hear Dad grunt, "Oh KC, I'm going to..." and know he is ready to pull out, to save you the humiliation of being an unwed mother, is too much. No WAY would I ever let someone down, who loves me that much. So, Like almost every time since I first started having periods, I locked my ankles around my father until he couldn't pull out if he really HAD wanted to; which I knew he didn't.
Mother tells me it feels really GOOD to a man to ejaculate his seed in the vagina of a young girl like me...even (or especially) if he knew there was a chance she might get pregnant. Well, I don't know about THAT, but it sure felt good to ME, to feel Dad's body go rigid on top of me, and my cunny suddenly get slippery with his cum.
Feeling Dad get off in me, was almost always enough to get me to cum too. Sometimes I got off a little too soon, and I had to keep working until Dad came; and others I had to finger myself off afterwards (sometime with one or the other of my parents' help) but usually, either feeling me get off, got my father off; or feeling Dad ejaculate his cum in me, was enough to get me off.
This time, it was the second way. Feeling Dad jerk on top of me, then his slip-sliding become all slippery from the cum he was squirting inside me, was the last thing I needed to start jerking and thrashing underneath him, in response. God, did that feel good.
Only when Dad had ejaculated every drop of precious seed inside my hungry little womb, did he calm down enough to feel a little guilty. "I'm sorry," he said, "I couldn't help it."
"I'm not," I reassured him, "and I could have...I just didn't want to. OK?" I kissed Dad; enjoying the morning stubble of his cheek against mine. "Thanks, Daddy," I said; using the name he liked to be called, when we made love.
"Yeah," he responded, "so do I...but we still shouldn't."
"Don't worry about it," I said; pushing him towards the edge of the bed. "Hadn't you better be getting ready to go?"
"Maybe," he replied; though we both knew he did. "I still hate leaving you like this."
"Oh don't be silly, Daddy," I said; rubbing my belly in an obscene reference to the seed which we both know was inside me. "you know I don't mind. In fact, I'm going to lay here for a while until it's time for me to get up; just to let it soak in."
Dad left; still shaking his head at my response. As he did, I heard Mother's question from the kitchen, where she was making breakfast. "Well?" she asked.
"Yes Dear; I was real careful. I only gave KC what she wanted." | 6 |
2,341 | Bound for Fun II | "Are you sure?" I asked.
June looked at me seriously. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure. After last week, she's been getting more and more daring. This morning, she was dressed to go out, in an outfit that was an open invitation to rape... Well, you saw it when she came in here. What'd you think?"
I had to agree. The tiny tube-top and short micro-mini barely looked like two belts around the girl's body, and they were so tight, it was screamingly obvious that the 16-year-old wasn't wearing either bra or panties underneath. 'Invitation to rape' was right. The only thing spoiling the sexiness of the outfit was that the child had way-overdone the make-up, on the misunderstanding that lots of make-up made a girl look sexier. As it was, it was a wonder her mother had managed to get Lynn to his apartment without the signals the girl was sending out getting BOTH of them raped, and possibly dead. A terrible thought for me, considering the little girl might be carrying my baby in her tight little tummy.
Then I had second thoughts. Anyone tangling with June, well I felt sorry for the poor schmuck. A fifth-level black-belt, and instructor in Karate, and she didn't take shit from nobody. Not even me, and I'm no shrinking violet.
"So, you want me to show her what it would REALLY be like. Huh?"
"Well, at least this way, I know where she is. If I don't let her do this, she might go out some night, and not come back. I wouldn't even know where to find the body. Promise me, you won't take it easy on her, for both her sake and mine."
"Promise. 'You understand, that I can't go by the same ground rules, that we had before?"
June sighed. "I understand. Just try and see that she doesn't have any major fractures, or concussions. And try not to bruise her too badly."
"What if she decides she likes it? She did last time."
"That's what I'm trusting you to do. Ensure that she DOESN'T like it. Do you think you can?"
I looked at her.
June looked back at me and sighed again. "I guess you can."
I asked her again, to be sure, "You're sure you want this?"
This time, there was no hesitation. "I'm sure."
"Let's check with her. Maybe there's an easier way."
We went into the bedroom, where Lynn was looking over my supply of restraints, dildos, manacles, clothespins, whips and other B&D paraphernalia. She seemed to be fascinated. Hurriedly, she dropped the foot-and-a-half long "Smoky-Joe" black dildo. It was almost 6 inches around at the base. I only know one woman who could take this without screaming in pain, and SHE sometimes went down to TJ to earn money by actually fucking a donkey.
I was glad to see that she had seen it, as it established the fact up front, that this might get nasty. REALLY nasty.
"Lynn?" said June. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Yes Momma." The little-girl voice, coming from that slut-outfit seemed out of place. You really expected someone wearing a streetwalker outfit to "husk," low in the throat. Still, in its own way, it was incredibly sexy.
"I just finished this story about where this girl gets raped by this biker, and after he's used her for several weeks, she decides she likes it, and they end up married. I've been dreaming about that ever since. Then there's that book by that famous madam, where she tells how she got started, when a group of guys down at the local bar took her in the back room, and" <giggle> "Showed her the facts of life. When she got pregnant, her father threw her out, and she had such a fun life 'working the streets,' until she met her pimp, and they set up a house of love, for everyone." The girl's voice was dreamy.
I looked at June, and she looked at me.
"You mean, someone actually writes books like that?" I asked.
June nodded sadly. "You see what I mean?" she said. "You'll do it?"
"I'll do it," I said firmly, meaning it this time. I couldn't let a little girl end up in that kind of life. Especially not one who might be carrying my child. I'd kill her myself, before I let that happen to her. I shuddered; knowing that after this weekend, no matter how it turned out, I'd never see Lynn again. And, if her mother didn't follow my instructions and came back a little too early or late, probably not her either. Poor little Lynn.
Her mother made one last try. "You realize," she said, "that when I leave you here tonight, I won't be back until Sunday evening, at 6:00. I won't call to see if you're all right, I'm not even giving Mr. Jones here, my phone-number. I'll be out of town, and you can't call me either. Besides, Mr. Jones says he just had the phone disconnected a couple of days ago anyway. You'll be all alone here, and he can do whatever he wants with you. There's no 'safeword' this time. I've given him permission to do anything, that's anything at all, that he wants to with you. Rape you, beat you burn you, break your bones, sell you to anyone he wants to as a sex-toy, anything."
"Mother, you're just trying to scare me. My mind's made up."
"Well, you can't say she isn't asking for it." June and I looked at each other. "Let's go," she said.
We both returned to the living room. Boxes were stacked around, half-full of dishes and clothes. "Looks almost like you were moving out," she said. We could both tell that Lynn was listening in the other room.
"I am," I said. "After this, I won't have much reason to stick around."
"No forwarding address?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. Probably not."
"I see. You'll see that you get your fee, at least?" She looked at me pointedly.
I grinned a nasty grin. "Well, I figure I can always collect from your daughter. She'll be my fee, at least partly, if you know what I mean."
"I guess I do," sadly. "I guess I'd better go now."
"Uhuh. Now remember. Lynn expects you back here at 6:00 Sunday night. Don't be late." I emphasized that. "And don't be early either. If you get here even 5 minutes before or after our agreed upon time, I don't know what might happen. It might be disastrous. Not only for Lynn, but for you too."
June got my message. "Not one minute late," she agreed.
The door shut with a <click>.
I waited a few seconds for her to get down the hall, as Lynn came in from the bedroom.
"Wahoo!" I yelled. "I can't believe the old biddy fell for it!"
"Huh?" said Lynn.
"C'mere bitch!" I said, chuckling nastily, as I grabbed her arm, twisted it painfully, and dragged her into the bedroom. "So, cute little girl want's to find out what it's like to be raped, huh. Boy did you come to the right house!"
"Hey! You're hurting me!" exclaimed Lynn.
"Baby, you ain't felt hurt yet!" I sneered at her, grabbing her arm and twisting it up behind her back, until I heard the joints pop.
Lynn screamed!
"Now that's HURT," I said with satisfaction. "Now get undressed bitch. I've got a lot of money to make out of you before 5:00 Sunday."
"But Momma's not coming until 6:00," said Lynn; a little confused, rubbing her sore shoulder.
"Yeah? You really are nuts chick, if you think I'm going to still be here when she gets back. You heard me tell her to not be early. Well, if she follows her instructions right, I'll have been gone for over an hour, and you won't be in any condition to care."
Lynn finally looked frightened. Too late now, I thought.
"What do you mean?"
"God what a dumb asshole. I mean You'll be dead, and if she goofs up, and shows up too early, she might join you. You'd better hope your Momma follows directions, if you like her. Of course, a dumb broad like you, probably don't give a shit anyway."
"MOMMA!" screamed Lynn, flying towards the door.
I tripped her up, and grabbed her other arm, twisting it as she fell, to match the hurt she must feel in the other one. Got to do this carefully. If she gets too damaged, too early, she won't appreciate the rest of what I had planned. Besides, "merchandise" sells better, if it's not too badly damaged.
"Where the fuck d'ya think you're goin'?" I asked.
"Momma, MOMMA!" shrieked Lynn. It was no use.June was long gone, and wouldn't have come back anyway, even if she had heard. I decided I'd better make this clear to Lynn, as my ears were beginning to hurt. A soundproofed apartment may keep noise out, but it's no protection when the noise is coming from inside.
"Shut up, bitch!" I yelled, slapping her across the face so hard her teeth must have rattled. Lynn was so shocked, she actually obeyed. I don't think anyone had ever hit her that hard, in her whole life. A short 16 years, that didn't look like was going to get much longer for her. Too bad. She was such a nice looker too. Well, I couldn't start feeling sorry for her now; If I couldn't stomach this, I'd never make it to Sunday. Maybe, neither would she. "I'd better make that clear to her," I thought.
"What're you waiting for, bitch?" I snarled. "I told you to get undressed!" With this, I backhanded her, knocking her on the bed, where she started to whimper, but when I looked at her, she obediently started to reach for her tube-top, and pull it up. I liked the peek of her little titties underneath, but decided I'd better speed things up.
"Goddamn slow bitch!" I yelled at her. "I said take 'em off!" With this, I grabbed the top and ripped it off. I could tell that the elastic stung, when it snapped, freeing her bare bosom. God! What a nice pair of titties. It'd be a real shame to mark them up. Well, I'd save that for last.
I reached for her mini-skirt, to rip it off also, but she was already struggling as hard as she could to get out of it. "Please?" she whimpered. Well, I didn't have a spare dress, and she might need it before Saturday-night. Some guys were coming over then, as well, and some guys liked to see a gal in a mini-skirt. I regretted ripping the tube-top, for a second.
"All of it, bitch!" I snarled, looking pointedly at her shoes and socks. "Whores don't need clothes on, or shoes either! Barefoot and pregnant. That's the ticket." Lynn's face paled.
"Pregnant?" she whispered.
I laughed out loud. This little cookie expects to get raped, and thinks the rapist is going to wear a condom?! "Yeah pregnant!" I chuckled. "And I get first shot up the tube!"
"No," whimpered Lynn. "I don't want to have a baby. No!"
I ignored her, and started tying her leg to the bed. She was in too much shock to fight me. "Well," I said, "that's one worry you don't have." I finished tying her feet, and started on her arms. Soon she was spread-eagled on the bed. She looked too woe-begone to fight.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I shut her up, by putting a gag in her mouth.
Now for the "piece-de-resistance" as it was called. I reached under the bed, and pulled out "Big Jimmy." Jimmy was a work of art. He had cost me over 700 dollars, from a man I met while I worked in the movies for a short while. (No, I'm not an actor or stunt-man. I was what they call a "grip" or "gopher." I did things for other people.) I had always wanted something like this, and was willing to pay the price. Seven inches of blade protruded from what was approximately the same length of handle. Blued steel gave the impression of wickedness, and it was sharp! Jimmy looked twice as bad as he was, and he was pretty nasty. Idly, I shaved a few hairs from my arm, testing.
"Didn't you hear, Kiddo?" I asked. "You and old Jimmy here are going to have a meeting about 5:00 o'clock Sunday night. One of the two of you won't survive the meeting. I'm not worried too much about Jimmy."
Lynn's eyes got wide at this, but obviously she didn't quite believe it yet. Time to convince her. "In the meantime," I said, carefully holding "Big Jimmy" by the back of the blade, and NOT the handle; I stuck him in the bedpost, where he quivered eagerly. Lynn looked at the big knife frightened. I guess she thought it might fall down, and cut her by accident. Fat chance.
"Now," I said, grinning evilly, "I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do. Fuck a chick, while she's fertile, and not worry about knocking her up." While I said this, I leisurely removed my clothes.
For a moment, it looked like I wouldn't be able to pull off my part of the role of "Big Bad Rapist," as my hard-on wasn't up to the job. I managed to get it back, thinking about knocking this cute little chick up, with her own mother's permission yet. Even, if you thought about it that way, with Lynn's own permission. After all, hadn't she agreed to this "rape," and for sure she had agreed, at least in default, when her mother asked if she wanted to be left her, where she knew I had been given permission to do "anything" I wanted to, to her. That included fucking her, and knocking her up, though she might not have thought about it before. Too bad.
Heck, my kid might already be kicking in her belly right now, what with that incredible scene the other week. By now, I was ready. Lynn wasn't.
Again, too bad. I crawled between her legs, and pushed my cock up against her dry hole. "How about it, kid?" I grinned down at her, as she tried to squirm away. "Want to feel a real man, making a baby in your belly?"
"No? Too bad. I do, and that's what counts, don't it? Here it comes! One baby, in one little girl!" I jammed my penis up hard, in the little girl.
Lynn tried to jerk away, yelling something into her gag. I think she was trying to say "No, no!" but all that came out was "Mmmph! Mmmpph!"
I ignored Lynn's protestations, and proceeded to jack off in her. That's what it was, as she wasn't helping. Quite the contrary!
It was when I finally started to jerk and spasm on top of her, as I filled her tight little cunny with baby-making sperm, that Lynn must have realized that I wasn't going to pull out, and I wasn't using birth-control. Lynn's gyrations grew frantic, as she realized I really was trying to impregnate her. "Ungh Ungh Ungh!" she panted, her gyrations making the bed swing, until the headboard hit the wall. "Bang Bang Bang!"
I grinned. Even if I cared, it was a little too late for that. My baby-making sperm was already in her tight little belly, wriggling its way up into her womb, in search of her waiting egg. A good chance it might find it too, as her mother had told me that her period was due in about a little over a week. Yep! I just might have knocked her up. I hoped so. It would be one of the few real pleasures I got out of this. The money was just money. The things a guy has to do, to make a living, huh? Back to work. Now, I could finally get the point across to Lynn. Up to this moment, she had thought that this was her fantasy I was acting out. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. It was going to be her worst nightmare, before I got through.
Lynn had finally stopped struggling. She knew it was too late now, and my seed was already in her womb.
I took the gag out of her mouth. For this next conversation, it was best that she be able to talk.
"Why didn't you stop!" she wailed. "Oh God! I'm probably pregnant. Why didn't you stop?" She started whimpering.
"Why should I?" I asked reasonably. "Oh, that 'safeword?' Don't you remember? There is no safeword. I can do whatever I want with you. Even kill you if I like."
The look on Lynn's face, was precious to behold. Up to now, she had thought she had some control over what was happening. Time to disabuse her of that notion. Well, not completely. I wanted her to think she had the option of an early death. Of course, if she actually chose that option, all bets were off. I was betting she wouldn't choose to die early. Of course, if she did maybe I would have succeeded anyway. It just wasn't the main plan, that's all. I had made some emergency plans in case she did though.
"Momma didn't say that," she whispered.
"Momma don't have a say." I grinned at her. It was a nasty grin. I continued, "Let's just examine what your mother did. She left a cute little sexy 16-year-old girl, all alone, with a man she knew had sadistical tendencies, for three days, with instructions to do 'whatever he wants' to do to her. I want to do a lot. I've always wanted some spoiled brat like you to be my whore and sex-toy, and for the next three days, you will be."
"Oh no," said Lynn.
"Oh yes! And that ain't all, Kiddo. All the apartments on this floor are soundproofed. You wanna know why?"
Lynn looked at me wide-eyed.
"It's because it's owned by people who cater to people like me. Sadists and bondage freaks, who don't want some wise-assed cops busting in on them just because they're having a little fun with their friends. Get the picture?"
I could see that Lynn was beginning to get it.
"By the time I get through with you, Sweetie, there won't be enough left to return to your mother. So, I'll be cutting my losses, about 5:00 Sunday night. You are my losses. If I leave you here alive, to tell who helped me do this to you, They'll kill me. Afterwards, I'm gone. Did you notice how I'm almost packed to be moving out of here?"
Lynn nodded.
"Well, by 6:00 Sunday, when your mother gets back, your body is going to be getting cold, and so will my trail. You'd better hope that your Momma don't come back too soon, or hers will be joining yours. Now I'm going to stick this gag back in your mouth, while I go get a few friends. A cute chick like you, deserves to be fucked a lot, before she kicks the bucket. I'm going to see that you get about a lifetime's worth, in the next three days. Oh, and Lynn?" I said, getting her attention again.Lynn looked at me, with hate in her eyes. Good! Just what I wanted!
"Lynn," I repeated, "I want you to listen closely. I'm going to be bringing 5 or 6 guys over here at a time. You're sometimes going to be tied up, and sometimes not. In any case, there will always be at least 5 of us, and only one of you. You won't be able to get away. Now I want you to be NICE to my friends. If not, I might have to 'cut my losses' early. Or would you prefer that? If you want, I can always give you an abortion right now, to get that kid out, that I planted in your belly. Is that what you want Lynn? Old Jimmy here, is kind of thirsty. Maybe I should give him a little drink, what do you say?"
Lynn flinched, as I ran the tip of the knife across her bare little belly, leaving a faint red line of blood. Jimmy's point was SHARP!
"No? Then you'd better be NICE to my friends, and do anything they ask. That's fuck, suck, eat their shit, lick their ass, drink their piss, anything."
Lynn looked at me horrified.
"In fact," I continued. "That last one's a good idea! Lynn, You're our toilet. Anytime any of these guys has to go, you take care of them. If they have to shit, you swallow it, and lick them clean, afterwards. You DON'T spit it out. If they have to piss, you drink it."
"I. I. I can't do that," said Lynn, shuddering.
"You can't?" I asked. "Oh Lynn, I'm so sorry! I guess I'll just have to cut my losses right now," I said, drawing a bright-red line across her belly.
"Goodbye Lynn." I raised the knife, to drive it up into her flat little tummy.
"NO! WAIT!" screamed Lynn, as I deflected my blow into the bedsheets. The knife was buried to the hilt beside her. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice the hole in the mattress, when I pulled it out.
"I'll do it!" she sobbed. "Anything. Just don't kill me!"
I paused as if to consider. "Anything?"
"Anything. Just don't kill me. Please!"
"OK," I said, "you get one chance. From now until Sunday night, if you screw up even once, we shut up shop early. Understand what I mean? No excuses. You eat shit, as if you like it. You fuck anybody and anything, as if that's what you live for, because it is. If I bring a horse in here, you do your damndest to get pregnant by it, if that's what the guys want. Now I'm going to give you your first test right now. If you fail this one, it's all over. On the other hand, If you manage this, you probably won't have any trouble with the rest. Understand?"
Tears running down her cheeks, Lynn nodded.
"I didn't hear any response," I said, picking up the knife again. I can act the true S.O.B. when I want to.
"I'll do it. I'll eat your shit and love it. I'll fuck the horse. I'll let you make a baby in me. I'll drink your urine. I'll. I'll. I'll do ANYTHING!" She was babbling now. "PLEASE don't kill me!"
"Let's see how well you mean that," I said, sticking "Jimmy" in the bedpost again. "I need to use the toilet. Could you open your mouth please? Notice I said please. We'll always ask you nicely."
Dutifully, Lynn opened her mouth, as I squatted down over her face, on the bed. Tears were streaming from her eyes, but it looked like she was going to do it. Time for me to be the REAL bastard.
"You're not smiling," I said. "I don't think you really like this idea. Well, I guess I'd better not. . ." I started to get up.
"No! Please! I LOVE it. PLEASE let me eat your shit. I want to, REALLY. Please let me be your toilet. I LOVE shit. I'm so thirsty for piss. Please shit in me. Please!" She was trying her damndest to smile, but it looked more like a death-mask; she was shaking so hard with fear. Tears of fright were streaming past her ears, as she tried to convince me. I decided I'd pushed her far enough.
"OK," I said, relenting. "If you want it so bad, I guess I'll give you some." Grunting, I strained, and a big healthy turd slowly forced its way out. Lynn forced her mouth up against my ass, and started gulping. I could feel the nip of her teeth, as she hurried to bite off chunks and swallow them, before another one came out. Shortly, I felt a cramp take me, and a big long one rushed out, and Lynn fought to keep up with it, I could tell she was losing the battle, and I knew if she did, it'd fill up her nose and mouth, and she'd choke to death on my shit. I sure didn't want her to die THAT way.
I pulled up, allowing her a chance to catch her breath, before swallowing the rest of it. Then another cramp hit me, and another turd came out, only this one was softer and smellier, and generally ickier. Lynn didn't stop. She kept on eating, forcing herself to gorge on my shit. When I slowed down, she actually SUCKED a last sticky turd out of my asshole, before trying to lick me clean all over. I stood up, then turned around. Bravely, Lynn tried to smile at me, as she licked her lips, trying to clean the taste out of her mouth.
"That's a VERY good toilet," I said. Lynn smiled for a second. This looked more genuine, I guess she was happy she wasn't going to die. "I need to take a pee," I said. "Could I please use the urinal?" Lynn's eyes grew big, but she lifted her head, and strained to get my cock in her mouth. I'm not completely unfeeling, so I moved up closer, so she didn't have to strain her neck. It had been a good two hours since I last took a pee, so I let go a good healthy blast down her throat, washing the remains of my shit away. It felt like a gallon of pee, I poured down her throat, and she drank every drop. Seeing her pouty little lips wrapped around my straining cock, as it pulsed repeatedly, sending gush after gush or warm piss down her frantically swallowing throat, was incredibly sexy. My cock got so hard, it finally shut off the flow of urine. Oh Well. She'd get the rest later.
"Such a GOOD toilet," I said. "One you don't even have to flush!"
Lynn smiled dutifully, at my joke, then suddenly turned pale. Her belly started to jerk, and her face turned green.
"DON'T YOU DARE!" I said to her. "If you vomit all over my nice clean sheets, I'll. . ." I didn't need to say it.
Lynn turned even greener, at the thought of my threat. "Bathroom," she croaked. "Got to use the bathroom."
"NO," I said. This was the turning point. If she could get over this, everything else was downhill. At least, until Sunday night. "That's MY shit, and MY piss. You don't throw it up. Understand?"
Lynn nodded, and fought to regain control of her stomach. Somehow, she did it. The ripples stopped running through her tummy, and she finally smiled at me. "Thanks for feeding me," she said.
"You're welcome," I replied. Hey, just because I'm acting like a bastard, doesn't mean I'm going to play an impolite bastard. "Let's see if we can plant another baby in that cute little tummy of yours, before the other guys get here. Okay?"
"Gee, that'd be wonderful," she said, trying hard to fight back a gulp, and keep on smiling. She actually did manage a creditable smile. "I'd like to feel you getting me pregnant."
If there's anything designed to give a guy a hard-on, that's the phrase, especially when said by a cute sexy 16-year-old little girl. My hard-on grew even bigger, if possible.
There was one slight problem. Lynn's breath, which was usually so sweet, now smelled like an outhouse. Which in a way, it was. I got up, and went into the kitchen, returning with a wet rag, and a glass of orange-juice.
"Here," I said, wiping her mouth and cheeks, even running it around her teeth. Then I gave her the glass of juice, as I explained, "You get a wipe, and a glass of juice, every time someone uses you to shit in. From now on, that, shit, and piss, is all you get to eat and drink, until Sunday night. If you've been a NICE girl, and kept me and the boys REAL happy, you get a last meal then. Probably Pizza, as we can't send out for anything fancy."
"Do you have to?" she asked, looking at the knife buried in the bedpost.
"Sorry Kiddo, but I do. You don't know HOW sorry I am."
"Not as sorry as I am," she muttered, then looked scared. Had she broken the rules?
I grinned at her. "Hey! I didn't say you had to be happy to die! Just to 'service' me and the boys. We'll treat you real nice. . . . Well, all the guys are 'tops', but we won't beat you harder than you can take. Nothing worse than last week, and you took that pretty good."
Lynn shivered at the thought of three whole days, of the torture I had put her through for only six hours. She had barely been able to take that! And from 6 guys at once. She shivered again. I didn't give her a chance to think about it. If she did, she might decide to take that "out" of a blade in the belly early.
"C'mon," I said, "let's you and me get busy making that baby."
This time Lynn DID smile. Fucking, even getting knocked-up, seemed so MUCH preferable to the other alternatives. Fucking could be fun. It was. This time, with Lynn murmuring sweet nothings in my ear, about how she'd like to feel my baby growing inside her, and have my children, made me cum much sooner than I wanted to. I think Lynn figured that if I knew she was pregnant with my kid, I might not kill her. I would have LIKED to spend over an hour pumping her tight little belly full of my baby-juice, but duty and a shrunken cock made me decide otherwise.
When I finished, I grabbed the bag from under the bed, and turning around, I let Lynn clean up my penis and crotch with her tongue, while I fitted the cap in her.I'm not telling you where I got a set of 6 variously sized cervical caps from, except to say that it's probably illegal, but I did have them. The second from the smallest fitted Lynn perfectly. After fitting it over her uterus, I filled her vagina with a squirt of spermicide jelly. I didn't want my sperm to have to compete with anyone else's for space in her womb. She couldn't see what I was doing, and I definitely didn't want to tell her. I kept Lynn too busy sucking my cock to ask questions while I did this. I gave her one last big healthy squirt of pee in her mouth while I was at it, as it would be a while before I returned, and I wanted to be sure she got it all. This time, she really acted as though she liked it. When she started to speak after I got up, I hurriedly stuffed the gag in her mouth. I was hoping that she would have forgotten her question by the time I got back.
I looked her over before I left. No bruises yet, a face red from crying, and where I had slapped her earlier, but except for that, the only visible damage was a slight scratch across her smooth little belly, left by "Jimmy." Thoughtfully, I slid Jimmy into his case and back under the bed. No point in making her more miserable at this point by reminding her of her upcoming fate than need be. That was to come later.
"I'll be back in an hour or so," I said. "While I'm gone, I want you to think of what happens if I DON'T come back. If the police pick me up or something, your mother MIGHT get back before you die of thirst, but she might not. Thirst is a pretty nasty way to die, especially if your belly is full of pee. Oh yes. Don't pee in the bed while I'm gone. I sleep in that bed, and you're liable to make me mad. Understand?"
"Ummummuumpph."
I guess it was "understand." Lynn didn't want to make me mad again by not responding. I grabbed my coat and left, making SURE to lock the door. No point in having some insurance salesman come in and find Lynn all trussed up like that. He might not understand. I'm not sure at this point if I did.
I deliberately stayed out longer than necessary. It was just barely over two hours later that I returned with my specially picked cadre of accomplices. What a crew. First, there was Mack. Mack wasn't his real name, but he not only drove Mack trucks, he was built like one. He was the second biggest man in the group. He liked big muscular women, and this wasn't really his "cup of tea" but when I explained it to him, he said he wouldn't mind jumping the bones of a high-school chick for a change. Joe was mean and nasty looking, like a weasel. He had a nasty sense of humor, and for a moment I had considered leaving him out. He had promised to only use his "funny" gags where it wouldn't do more than hurt Lynn's feelings a lot, and her body only marginally. He said that he had kids too. Hard to believe, huh? Frank looked almost like a nerd, but even though some would consider him "over the hill," he still had the best imagination of the lot of us when it came to ingenious torture. Especially the kind that hurt, but didn't damage. Fred was a guy you'd expect to be a bookkeeper. He wasn't. He was one of the richest men in the city. He also kept his own private stable of "slaves" both male and female eager to do his every wish. Fred was Damned good. He was the one person I trusted to handle this job properly, as much as I did myself. Finally, there was Moe. Moe didn't really belong in this group. He was too kind-hearted. By far the biggest and BLACKEST man I've ever met, he looked like the stereotype "big black stud." His cock was almost big enough for the job too. At slightly over 8 inches, it was the second largest in the group, second only to Fred.
As you've figured by now, all of us were "tops," or bondage experts who enjoyed torture games with lesser mortals. All except Moe. I picked Moe for his looks. The idea of getting knocked-up by a big black guy like him would probably give little Lynn the fits, if she had even the least bit of racism about her. I figured she had to, being raised so "genteel." If not, the thought of carrying a black baby would STILL be frightening to her, as her peers would rip her to shreds. That's why I was so pleased that Moe was as black as he was. If Lynn had a baby by HIM, there would be no doubt she had been fucking a "nigger." (No, I don't like the expression myself, but THAT's what her school mates would call her baby, as sure as the sun rises in the morning.) I also knew that Moe wouldn't hurt her, big as he was. Still, he had promised to follow through, just like the rest of us. We all came out of this smelling like a rose, or we all ended up in the hoosegow together. Moe confided in me privately that he had always wondered what it would be like to fuck a "white woman." Now he'd finally find out.
When we got back, we all dropped off packages in the kitchen. (Mostly beer, soda-pop, milk, Kool-Aid, orange-juice, apple-juice, grape-juice... You get the idea.) I went in to check on Lynn. Joe put his chair to the door, blocking it, while I did so.
"Bathroom!" was Lynn's first word when I pulled out the gag. "GOT to go."
"Uhuh," I said. "You're the toilet. We all get to go in you, before you get to go."
She didn't argue. "Could you pee in me please?" she begged. "I need it bad, so I'll have lots of piss in me when I go."
How could I refuse such a nice request? The moment I finished unloosing her bonds, I pulled out my cock and squirted half a gallon of pee down her hard-working little throat. When I finished, she was going to pull off, but she had gotten me so excited that I had to give her some sperm to drink as well. Pretty neat, huh? Drink and food, from the same spout. She was going to get a lot of this high-protein snack in the coming two and a half days.
When she finished with me, she hurried into the other room and almost staggered when she saw the task ahead of her. Still, she went about it gamely, politely asking each of the men if he could pee in her, so that she could go to the bathroom. Everybody was agreeable to this task, and she must have swallowed over a gallon of pee, and at least two more helpings of sperm, before everyone was drained. I let her into the bathroom and followed her to assure that she didn't vomit anything up before she returned. Watching her piss got me a little excited, and I had to pee in her while she sat there. It was almost like I was pissing through her, as I peed in her mouth while she let out a river of piss into the bowl. I complimented her afterwards on being a much better "toilet" than the one in the bathroom, since we didn't have to "flush" her.
Afterwards, we headed back to the living room, where she looked at me for directions. I gestured to all of them. "Make them happy," was all I said. She did.
Steeling herself, Lynn took on what she saw as the biggest challenge first. She walked up to Moe and asked him sweetly, "Mr. Uh..."
"Call me Moe," said the gentle giant.
"Moe, could you make a baby in me please?" Lynn looked over at me to see if she had gotten it right.
I gave her the "OK" sign, and she relaxed a little, then tensed up again as she remembered what she had just asked for.
"I'd be delighted to, Ma'am," said Moe, and proceeded to do just that, in front of everybody. "I've always wanted to knock up a white chick," he said, as his enormous cock stretched Lynn's tight little belly. For a second, I was worried about the cervical cap I had placed inside her, but then remembered that the doctor who had shown me how to put one in had assured me that even an enormous cock would just push it on tighter, making it even LESS likely that his sperm would get in to join mine.
That was the start of an orgy that lasted almost the three full days. Even when I was sleeping, I'd occasionally wake up and find two or three guys on top of her or just somehow inside her, working to fill her young body with yet another generous helping of sperm.
They spanked, and paddled, and tweaked and tortured her in so many minor ways. Her body turned a constant red, looking like a sunburn, as any unused patch of skin turned out to be a convenient target for a slap, or paddle, or whip. Not to mention clips, pincers, clothespins, and various restraint devices.
Finally, by the end of the second day, Lynn was so worn-out that she started dropping off to sleep, even while being gang-raped. I would have called a halt, but we had only about 14 hours to go. I had them start whipping her awake, and her thanking them for the whipping, whenever she started to drowse, while being fucked.
All this time, we constantly used her for our "toilet" - nobody ever went to the bathroom, except in her. She drank every drop of our pee, always being sure that nobody needed to go before she went herself. She ate everybody's shit at least once, and mine and Frank's twice. The reason she didn't have to eat more was that everybody just drank beer, and pop, and other drinks, all the time we were there. (I wasn't COMPLETELY heartless, so I had insisted on this. The guys had all agreed, saying it was more fun to PISS in a girl than shit in her anyway.) With as much liquid as we drank, it wasn't as bad for Lynn as you might think. A man's urine gets stronger, the less he drinks, and the longer he goes without peeing. We were all drinking about a gallon an hour, and pissing almost that much. As for Lynn, well you figure it out.She was going to the potty about 5 or 6 times an hour, peeing gallons each time.
Finally, I called a halt for 4 hours, and let Lynn collapse on the bed, after one last trip to the bathroom. When she awoke, she had to service everybody, before being allowed to empty herself. I could have sworn I heard her sloshing as she finally rushed by me, on the way to empty herself out. Her tummy was swollen with all our piss in it, and she STILL sloshed when she returned. Five minutes later, she had to go again, then five minutes after that. It took her an hour before her tummy started to look normal, and she was only going every 10 or 15 minutes again.
Then, we started to get REALLY rough. We started slapping her for no reason at all, calling her nasty names. Whipping her for imagined slights, and every humiliating nasty thing 5 top-quality tops could think of doing to a little girl. Once, we even put "Smokey Joe" up her little behind, stretching it until we saw the first tear, and a drop of blood ran down her leg. She must have felt like an elephant had shoved his cock up her ass. All the while, she kept pleading with us to do more. She could take more of it, etc. (I lied and told her she had it all. As she couldn't see back there, she believed me. Actually, she only had a little over half of it. The point was, she THOUGHT she had the whole thing in her, and she THOUGHT she was ruined forever back there. We didn't disabuse her of that notion.)
At about 3 in the afternoon, things began to die down. Moe had left about 2 hours earlier, as he couldn't stand to see what was coming up. By about 3:30, the others started to get ready to leave, saying, "It's been nice knowing you Kid," and things like that, to Lynn, before they left. Each one paid me, then said "Goodbye," to Lynn, in such a way that Lynn knew he felt sorry for her, and that he also knew that she was not going to be alive by tomorrow.
At 4:00, Frank left, just as Fred returned with a Pizza. Pepperoni and Mushroom. Lynn's favorite, as her mother had told me before she left. Fred, Frank and I had stopped using Lynn as our "toilet" about an hour before. We told her we wanted her to have a good appetite for her last meal. Lynn looked so woebegone that she could barely choke down a half a slice, and I could tell that she was starving. We let her drink anything she wanted too. She stuck mostly to the milk and a little grape-juice, but she wouldn't touch the orange-juice. She even tried a little beer, saying she should try everything, at least once. She didn't like it, and returned to the milk.
It was all Fred and I could do to keep from crying as we watched her trying to make a brave show of it. If she only knew how much it hurt us... Well, maybe she did. She didn't beg, she just looked so sad; tears running down her cheeks, as we strapped her for that final time in the big bed. Fred waved goodbye from the door. "Goodbye Lynn. Sorry I've got to go, but I've got to establish my alibi, you know. You were GREAT! Oh here, Jonesy old chap. Here's my $400. I've got to say; she was every bit as nice as you promised us. Seems almost a shame, to waste her. Pity."
"HAVE I been NICE enough?" Lynn asked me, just before I closed her mouth for the final time, with the gag.
"Honey, You've been unbelievably 'nice,'" I answered her. "That's why I'm putting this off to the absolute last possible moment. You deserve that much."
"Then WHY?!" her eyes asked, as her mouth no longer could.
"Because of you!" I finally broke down. "You and your damn silly 'rape' fantasy. When I first met you, I thought, 'There's the kind of girl I could go for. WAY too young, but what I'd give for even one little kiss from those lips.' Then, last week, you turned out to be the perfect 'bottom' for my top. You actually liked me, and gave me 6 of the most wonderful hours of my life. I wanted to ask you to marry me, even though I'm over 10 years older than you. I was having fantasies about spending the rest of my life with you. Then you came up with this bullshit about the 'fun' of getting raped. I knew you were going to do it, so I figured why shouldn't I have the fun, and get paid for it too. I knew that with a fantasy like that, you'd never want an old fart like me. Besides, you'd be dead in three days anyway, so why shouldn't I get to have you, and the money too, instead of some young punk? Your mother put up half the money in front, and the guys put up the rest. Your mother figures that you're safe, because she only paid me half. Well I know I'm not safe, not after this, no matter what she says. So, I arranged to get my pay from the boys, and the heck with your mother. By the time she gets back, I'll be gone, and you'll be just a fond memory. Sorry Kiddo, but them's the breaks. I value my own neck even more than yours. I gotta' get packing now, as I wanta' be gone before your mother gets back. One dead body's quite enough. If I leave two, the cops might NEVER let up."
With this, I stopped talking, and started throwing the few remaining articles in the room into boxes. I stripped the bed, from under and around Lynn, and packed the bedding too, just leaving her a sheet and an old pillow, without the case. I had plans for that pillow.
By a quarter of 5:00, I had moved everything out of the bedroom where Lynn couldn't see it anymore. The room was obviously stripped. Then it was 5:50. Time for the final act.
"Well, Kiddo," I said, "it's time to say goodbye."
I pulled her gag off, for the last time, and kissed her.
Frantically Lynn looked for some last way out, as I opened a can of clear fluid, and poured half the contents on the pillow, which soaked it up like a sponge. The odor was almost overwhelming.
"What's that?!" she cried frantically.
"Chloroform," I explained. "You've been good enough, I figured you deserved it. At least this way, you won't feel it, when I cut you." With this, I placed the chloroform covered pillow over her face; and ignoring her frantic last minute struggles and muffled pleas, I held it there, until she went limp. This last step required perfect timing. I looked out in the living room where, out of sight of Lynn, everything was packed, and ready for the final act.
I picked up "Jimmy" and stood at the foot of the bed. The pillow had fallen away from Lynn's head, and she was starting to stir again, as I readied myself.
I looked one last time at Lynn's beautiful body, knowing I'd never see it again. It was beautiful, and a beautiful job too, if I do say so myself. The whole body was covered with welts, red-marks, scratches and abrasions. Not one square inch had been neglected. Still, there were no broken bones, and not one bruise. In normal circumstances, she'd heal in about the same three days, it took her to get this way; with not a mark to show for it. Under normal circumstances. I knew that the ache in my heart, would never heal. I raised my arm to strike, just as Lynn's eyes flickered open, and caught mine. Two minutes to 5. Time to go.
"Sorry Lynn," I said. "I Love you. Try to remember that." and I shoved the big blade up in her belly, with terrible force. It takes a lot of energy to force even a sharp blade into a human being. As I said though, Jimmy was special. Red splattered everywhere. All over her belly, on my hands, all over the knife.
Feeling the sting of penetration, and the force of the blow to her stomach was too much of a shock to Lynn. She couldn't even scream. Her eyes locked in mine, in shock. Somehow, I got the impression that up to that moment she hadn't really believed I would do it. She somehow thought I'd "chicken out" or something. It wasn't real, until that final blow. Now seeing the knife sticking in her belly, while her mind reeled from the deadly blow, it finally got home to her. This wasn't a game, and it was now too late to back out, and "go home to Momma." There would be no more "going home" for her, except the final one. I really felt sorry for her. Really I did. I felt even sorrier for myself though. I came back to my senses. Lynn wasn't chloroformed. She would be feeling everything.
Hurriedly, I grabbed the pillow, and held it over her face, until she went under again. I hate chloroform, as it's a lousy anesthetic, and it's volatile, and a fire-hazard, not to mention deadly if not used right. Still, it's what I had, and it is easy to get, or procure, as it's not all that hard to make, if you have to and are familiar with a chemistry set. I was. Also with suppliers of industrial chemicals, which made it even easier to get. Now to finish up the final act, and get out, before it was too late. I reached under the bed, and pulled out a few items I had stashed there. I used them on the girl's belly, getting red all over my hands. Jimmy had done his work well. I figured there was no need for a repeat. I pulled a sheet over the girl, and red started to soak in immediately. I pulled it back, to uncover the upper half of her body. She looked so peaceful. Almost as if she was sleeping. I picked up Jimmy, and headed for the door.
I looked back at Lynn. She was staring at me! Shit! I dropped Jimmy on the floor, with a clatter, and picked him up.
As if on cue, June came in the bedroom. She took one look at the bloodsoaked body on the bed, and screamed, "LYNN!"
Lynn looked at me, trying to warn her mother. "Momma!" she yelled, "Look out!"
It was too late.Coming up from the floor, almost as if planned, I plunged the big knife into her belly as hard as I could. June was tough, and I wasn't taking any chances of a mistake. As she folded over my arm, I withdrew the red-streaked blade and plunged it into her again, this time a little higher. The result was gratifying. Red squirted violently, all over the place. June collapsed in a heap on the floor as I pulled the red-smeared blade back from her dress. She moaned, then jerked a couple of times, then was still.
"YOU!" I yelled at Lynn. "How many times do I have to kill you?" I grabbed big Jimmy and the pillow, and holding the pillow over her head, I ran big Jimmy across her throat. A line of even brighter red followed. Once again, I held the pillow in place while her struggles weakened. I wondered what thoughts were running through Lynn's mind as she felt the horrible pain in her belly and life faded for the last time, knowing that she was responsible for not only her own death but her mother's as well. At last, her struggles came to a halt. She gave one last shudder and was still. The final act was over.
I was weeping by this time. I couldn't help it. Still, there was more work to be done. I removed the pillow and checked Lynn's pulse, then turned to the woman lying sprawled so awkwardly on the bedroom floor.
"C'mon you. Get up," I growled to June. "I didn't hit you that hard. Besides, that stomach of yours is as hard as a rock. I need help, so get your ass moving before she wakes up again. I don't dare use that chloroform again, it's tricky poisonous stuff. I've been lucky so far, but I don't want to push it."
"You hit me harder than you think," said June with a moan as she untangled herself from the floor. Bright red streaks of "prop blood" covered her like a scene from a horror movie, which, in a sense, this had been. "Either that, or I'm getting out of shape. Still, you're right, let's go."
June untied the bonds holding Lynn to the bed, while I removed the plastic clothespins that had made Lynn's belly hurt just like it had been ripped by a knife. I grabbed a wet towel that June handed me and wiped the fake blood off her belly, looking for the real thing. There was only a drop, seeping from the spot where "Big Jimmy's" point had started in, before the release mechanism let go. As a prop knife, Jimmy was one of the finest made, with blood-gullets and a repeat mechanism that made it look like you hit an artery the second time you used it. As I said earlier, Jimmy was a work of art. I'd have to spend at least an hour cleaning him after this workout. Still, it would be worth it.
June looked at Lynn's worked-over body. "Boy, you guys really did a number on her, didn't you?" she said. Besides the previously mentioned welts and abrasions, there were big gobs of dried cum all matted up in her pubic hair, cum was even still dripping from her vagina and overstretched little ass. June was right. Lynn was a mess.
After checking to make sure she was still breathing properly, we hauled Lynn's limp body into the bathroom, where June first gave her a healing douche, pulled out the cervical cap and looked at it before handing it to me (I blushed), then douched her again.
We both then stripped naked, out of our "bloody" clothes, and together we manhandled her into the shower. With me holding and her soaping, we managed to get the cum and shit and stains off her body. By this time, Lynn was beginning to arouse again. She put up with our ministrations without objection, seeming to realize that she was in friendly hands now. She didn't seem to be fully aware of what was going on though. Afterwards, we wiped her down and dressed her in a short, but not TOO short dress, that her mother had brought over. She had fresh clothing for herself too. She had followed my instructions to the letter, even waiting until I "accidentally" dropped big Jimmy to enter the bedroom. I hoped that Lynn learned the lesson that: A. Getting "raped" wasn't fun. B. She could get killed. C. Those she loved could get killed (like her mother had), and D. Those who loved her could lose her too (like me. No, that wasn't even a hope. I knew I'd never see her again.)
I watched them go, with an empty ache in my heart. Lynn was still being supported by her mother, but seemed stronger with every step. June had tried to pay me the money she had originally offered. (NO, she hadn't paid me ANYTHING "up front." She was smarter than that!) I wouldn't accept it. It seemed too much like "Judas" money to me. I loved Lynn too much to take it. I just hoped that she had learned her lesson. Even the money each of my friends had "paid" me with, as they left, was the same stack of bills, recycled, that I surreptitiously had slipped each of them before they got ready to leave. The only thing I got out of the whole show was memories, and they all ached of Lynn. God, I loved that girl. Even enough to frighten her away, if that's what it took to save her. I knew she was gone forever.
Moodily, I tossed the "bloody" clothes in the machine and started cleaning "Big Jimmy." One thing, unlike real blood, "prop blood" washes out with soap and water. I wished the ache in my heart would wash out so easily. If "Big Jimmy" had been real, I probably would have cut my own throat right then. But I couldn't. Any force over about two ounces caused the blade to vanish into the handle. It was an amazingly effective illusion, especially when combined with fake blood canisters, but not worth a damn when it came to cutting your throat.
Forever is a long time. In this case, it was three days. I was moping around the apartment, cleaning up the last remnants of the big "party" when the buzzer rang. I had already thumbed the release button for the outer door out of habit when I realized I didn't want to see anybody. Most especially not some encyclopedia salesman or Jehovah's Witness. Oh shit. Well, I'd just go and tell them I wasn't interested. Then I'd go in the bathroom, stick my head way down in the bowl, and breathe deeply. Drown myself in the toilet bowl. Wouldn't that be appropriate, after what I did to poor Lynn?
It wasn't an encyclopedia salesman. It was Lynn. My eyes ached with the beauty of her.
"Hi," she said. "Mother was going to come over and pick up her dress, but I asked if I could come over instead."
I gaped at her. Finally, enough sense came back into my head that I made the only remark I could think of. The question had been bugging me for two days now. "Want to get raped?" I asked, then tried to bite my tongue out of my mouth. Why couldn't I say the things I needed to say, like, "I love you." Or, "I need you." Or, "Life is like a sewer, without you." Or something equally brilliant?
Lynn shuddered, then quietly said, "No thank you. I came over here to thank you for what you did for me. Mother explained how much you went through, and I'm sorry."
"Not half as sorry as I am," I muttered.
Lynn looked at me speculatively. "Did you mean it, when you said you loved me back there?"
Maybe there is justice in the world. "More than you'll ever know," I said quietly.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
"How long can you stay?"
"As long as you want. Mother knows I'm here."
"What can I do to you?" I know I'm a nut, but I had to ask.
"Anything you want, for as long as you want."
"No, honey. THIS time YOU can do anything to ME that you want to."
We were married two months later.
Before I would let her have my ring, I insisted that she use ME for a toilet for one whole day. She didn't really want to, but understood when I insisted. Eating shit is about twice as nasty as you think it is. Drinking piss isn't so bad, once you manage to keep from throwing up. How Lynn managed those three days, I'll never know. I threw up twice before I managed to steel myself to it and do it properly.
Eight months after the "lesson in rape," we had a beautiful baby boy. Lynn had already been pregnant during the whole ordeal. I didn't care anymore. Even if the baby had been black as the ace of spades, I would have loved it. Moe is a GREAT guy.
Lynn gave me two more baby girls before she decided that we ought to thank the rest of those who had helped her. Three months after our third child, she insisted that we reenact the "lesson," only this time, when she was fertile, and with no sneaky cervical cap protecting her. Nine months later, we had a new daughter, Moline. She's a little darker than her sisters though. AW! Who am I kidding? She's black, and we love her. Uncle Moe is so proud he could spit. Since then, Lynn insists that every time we make another baby, it's always the same way: at a reenactment of the "lesson" she was taught. I always get "First shot up the tube" though, just like at the original "lesson." Since Moline, we've had 5 more kids, two boys and three girls. One of each definitely look like me. We plan on having at least four or five more kids. I wonder which of us will be lucky in the "baby lottery" this time. Of course, Lynn always makes sure that I have the best ticket. (THEY have her, along with me, for only three days. Remember, I have her every night!) Sadly, there haven't been any more dark-skinned ones, though Moe keeps hoping, and we keep encouraging him.Of course, Lynn encourages all of them to plant a baby in her still wonderfully sexy little belly. After all, she's supposed to be nice to my friends.
Oh yes, I almost forgot to mention: June lives with us too. It's funny, but she hasn't married again, doesn't go out to date, has no boyfriends that I know of, yet she's had 4 kids since Lynn and I got married. I think she's pregnant again. I hope so.
If you can add, that's 12 children in our house, ranging from Joe Junior (12) down to the baby Ginny (5 months) and one, possibly two "in the oven." It's a good thing that both June and I both make good money at our jobs; as even two incomes get a little stretched. Lynn works full-time taking care of the kids. And I do mean full time. After finishing high school, Lynn has worked her way through college and is now working on her doctorate by taking evening classes, while June and I watch the kids, sometimes alternating, and sometimes together. Now that the oldest is 12, and can watch the younger ones, we find interesting things to do together while still maintaining a presence in the house.
Once a week, June takes over the chores of watching the kids, and Lynn and I have a whole day to "experiment." Sometimes, she has to wear turtlenecks and long-sleeved blouses for a couple of days afterward, but I still try to keep to June's first instructions to me: "Nothing permanent." | 1 |
2,348 | Just Horseshit | "This is horseshit," I complained, throwing the story printout halfway across the room. That was a mistake. I had attracted my mother's attention.
"What's 'horseshit' Dear?" she asked. If nothing else, Momma's got good hearing.
It was too late to even try hiding the story I had been reading. Not that Momma would be all that dismayed to find her 12-year-old daughter reading erotic fiction off the computer. It's just that I try to keep my sex life from intruding on my parents. Momma knows I'm not a virgin, and I even think she knows who "plucked my cherry." It's just that we never seemed to discuss such things as pornographic stories and pictures.
You see, while I didn't mind Momma knowing that I fooled around, I didn't want her thinking I was a pervert. HA! If I'd only known. Oh well. At least I didn't have to BELIEVE the garbage that some people wrote. Like this bullshit story.
Momma's eyebrows had risen a little when she helped me pick up the scattered sheets and saw the title "BIG brother's day." Still, she just waited for my answer to her previous question.
"Oh this stuff," I replied, emphasizing the "stuff."
Momma's eyebrows twitched, and her face had a ghost of a smile, but she just waited for me to get more specific.
"I mean," I said in exasperation, "it's bad enough that someone writes a story about a 15-year-old boy fucking his little sister. I mean girls just don't do that sort of thing."
Momma's grin had widened. "Oh?" she prompted with a smile.
By now, I was getting into it. If my mother wanted to know what ticked me off about stories like the one in her hand, then she was going to get an earful.
"I mean, girls just don't fuck their brothers," I exclaimed. "Who ever heard of such a thing?"
Momma opened her mouth to say something, but I had the bit in my teeth, (so to speak,) and wasn't about to stop. "Even if you could buy THAT," I continued in disgust, "the author of this trash would have you believe that a 9-year-old little girl could actually enjoy having sex with," and here I quoted from the story, "her big brother who was hung well enough to put most men to shame, with over nine inches of solid prick-meat to shove up her tight little hole." My voice dripped with sarcasm as I repeated the last.
"Well," said my mother placatingly, "some men are bigger than others, and some girls do start younger than you did."
I looked daggers at my mother. For a 23-year-old woman, Momma could be awfully dense. "Yeah," I said, "a nine-year-old girl is supposed to actually LIKE having her snatch stuffed with a nine-inch-prick. Give me a break!" I knew what I was talking about too. Even I, at 12 years old, could barely take Mike's big cock up inside me without splitting in two, and my boyfriend only has about a 7-and-a-half inch prick. No way was some little kid going to be able to take THAT monster, let alone one two inches bigger. Heck, I couldn't get all of Mike's prick inside me, even when I tried.
Chapter 2
Momma shrugged, as if it wasn't all that surprising to her.
"OK," I almost yelled, "suppose a 9-year-old kid DOES decide she likes fucking her big brother. These jerks have to make it unbelievable."
Momma twitched her eyebrows again, almost infuriating me. "What's so unbelievable?" she asked.
"THIS!" I said, poking a finger at the page so hard I almost poked a hole through it. "The guy is not only fucking his little sister with a prick big enough to choke a horse, and she is supposed to be liking it, but right HERE," I said, actually poking my finger THROUGH the paper at the offending paragraph that had annoyed me enough to start this, "he actually pushes the head of his prick right up inside the kid's WOMB, for God's sake, and squirts his sperm inside her so she gets pregnant. And she's supposed to be ENJOYING this?" I threw down the paper in disgust.
"Well, some girls do," said my mother quietly.
"Yeah, right," I said. That my mother would even think this was possible, was annoying. Here I had thought that Momma would know something about sex, having had three daughters by Daddy. I mean, how ignorant about sex can you be and still have children?
"You expect me to believe that a girl could take a man's prick right up inside her womb, without tearing her inside, and then have him squirt his sperm in her womb? SURE Momma, sure! And the Easter Bunny will be over to visit us tomorrow, after Santa Claus leaves."
"It's possible," Momma assured me, "If the man is big enough, and the girl is willing to try. She has to be determined though."
"Momma, I can't believe you're defending this trash," I said, waving the printout in her face.
"Why shouldn't I?" she asked calmly, "After all, I wrote it."
"You... Wrote... This... Story?" I said unbelievingly.
"Uhuh. And it's all true too. So I'd appreciate it if you weren't so hard on my recollection of one of my most treasured memories of the first time your father and I had sex."
"You. Daddy," I spluttered. No, it couldn't be. Still, if that were true... I suddenly started adding two figures that had never bothered me before. If Momma got pregnant by me when she was 9 years old, and had a baby when she was 10, like the girl in the story... My birthday was 4 months ago... Momma would have to be 22. (Big sigh of relief.) Momma was 23.
Then I suddenly started adding again... Momma's birthday was just last month. Oh shit. "You're kidding, right?" I asked weakly.
Momma shook her head. She didn't look like she was joking either.
"You mean that you and Daddy are..." I couldn't say it.
"Mark is my older brother, by 6 years," confirmed Momma.
"You mean, you're not married?" I asked weakly. If I was a bastard, I wanted to know.
Not that it made a lot of difference. Momma and Daddy had never stinted on their love before. I knew they wouldn't stop now.
Chapter 3
Momma grinned. "Didn't you finish the story?" she asked.
I hadn't. I had been too disgusted to, after that one paragraph. Hurriedly, I skipped ahead to the part where the incestuous couple got married. Now THAT part was funny, how they rigged things so that others "made" them get married, as if they didn't want to. Momma could write.
Which brought up the original thing that had annoyed me. "You mean to tell me that Daddy actually put his..."
"His penis," supplied Momma.
"His penis right up inside your womb, and came in you like that?" I asked weakly.
"Uhuh. And I liked it too," responded Momma.
I still couldn't believe it. Oh I could buy the fact that my parents were really brother and sister, now that I thought about it. It explained so many things. Still, this was too much. I thought about how Mike's prick had felt when he tried to put it all the way up inside me, and shivered.
If I couldn't even take HIM, how could I believe Momma's story? I told her this.
"All it takes, is a guy long enough, and a girl willing to try," my mother assured me.
All of a sudden, I thought of something. "Momma!" I said, "The story said that the girl's brother had a... a prick over 9 inches long! Daddy's prick isn't even as long as Jerry's, and he's shorter than Mike!"
Momma smiled. "What makes you say that?" she asked.
"Well Momma, I've SEEN him. Even Jerry's prick hangs down to here." At this point, I pointed to a spot just below my vagina. "And Mike's hangs down even more," I continued.
Momma snickered. "The size of a man's prick soft, has nothing to do with what it looks like when erect," she said. "Believe me, your father makes those two pip-squeaks look like pikers. Do you remember how big I said my brother's prick was in the story?"
I shivered. The thought of an over-nine-inch prick going up inside me was scary. Yet somewhat exciting too. "Yes Momma," I said.
"Well, your father was only 15 then. He's a lot bigger now."
Oh shit. I tried to imagine a prick even bigger than the 9-and-a-half inch monster that Momma said got her pregnant the first time. No way.
"Yeah, sure," I said. I shivered at the very thought.
After that, I picked up the sheaf of papers and re-read the story thoroughly. Momma seemed to understand, and left me alone. I finished reading that story, and several others as well. Still, I couldn't get the picture out of my mind, of a little nine-year-old girl with an enormous prick stretching her tight little hole, while her big brother squirted the child's womb full of incestuous baby-making sperm. I thought of my little sister Julie, who was about that age, and shivered. If I couldn't do it, no way could a little girl like her. Still, Momma had insisted, and as far as I know, Momma had never lied to me.
The next time I was over at my boyfriend's house, I asked him to try pushing it in a little harder. It HURT.Still, the feeling of him spurting inside me, while his penis was poking into my uterus, was enough to make me climax like I never had before. Since this was just over a week after my period, we were trying to get as much fun as possible, before quitting until I was "safe" again.
Unlike my mother and her big brother, I didn't want Mike's baby. At least, not yet anyway. Now Daddy's... I shivered, and wondered what put THAT idea in my head. I guess the idea of incest had been slowly growing on me, after learning that my parents had been doing it for years.
It was a couple of days after that, that I approached my mother. "Momma," I said, "I want to try it."
"Try what, dear?" My mother was washing dishes and not really into discussing sex.
"Try doing what you did, where you took it all the way up inside you," I said.
Momma stopped washing, wiped her hands on a towel, and turned to face me. "Other than advice on how to do it, which I don't think you need," she observed, "just make sure you use lots of lubricant, like KY; why are you telling me this? I should think that you and Mike would be capable of figuring things out yourselves."
I was surprised. I hadn't known mother even knew I was seeing Mike. I thought SHE thought that my current boyfriend was still Jerry. Heck, even Jerry thought so. Still, he was about to get the gate, even if he did think I was his private property. My cousin Mike was twice the man Jerry was, and once he told Jerry to leave me alone, that would be that.
At least in THIS state, cousins could still marry. I giggled again, at my parent's ruse that got them a marriage license. As far as anyone around here knew, THEY were first-cousins too.
"It's not that, Momma," I said. If my mother was bright enough to know who I was screwing, I wasn't dumb enough to deny it.
"Oh?" she asked, "Then what is it?"
"Mike isn't big enough," I said with a blush. I didn't bother to mention that Jerry was even smaller. Six inches is a great size for an 11-year-old virgin, but not worth a damn when it "came" to squirting cum directly into your womb.
"So what do you want ME to do?" she asked, "Set you up with somebody bigger?"
I nodded.
As I've hinted before, Momma's not dumb. She got it right away. "I see," she said. "Well, if you expect me to set you up with your father, I'm going to want something out of it myself."
"Huh?" I said. Of all the possible responses, this wasn't one I had expected. Anger, jealousy, calm acceptance, or even secret delight at her little girl getting fucked by the same cock that created her, were all possible scenarios that I was prepared to handle. Instead, Momma just wanted something from me, in exchange?
"What's that?" I asked cautiously. I knew better (being 12) than to just blindly accept ANY offer from either of my parents. Not that they would trick me. No, it's just sometimes what seemed like a good bargain to them, didn't to me.
"Your period was last week," observed Momma.
Suddenly, I knew what My mother was going to say, even if I didn't believe it. I was right.
"If you're going to be fucking my brother," said Momma, pointing up her incestuous relationship with my father, "then I expect you to take the same chances with him that I did."
"You mean?" I asked. I knew what Momma meant. I just had to hear her say it.
"Uhuh," she replied. "No condoms, no diaphragm, no birth-control at all. And you do it while you're fertile; like right now. When your father squirts his seed inside your womb, I want to know there's a pretty good chance he's getting you pregnant when he does. That's my price. Take it or leave it."
What a price! Still, it was so erotically sexy I didn't really have a choice. I wouldn't have even asked, if I wasn't already boiling with sexual heat at the thought of taking my own father's sperm inside my womb. This just made it all the sexier. Pregnant by my own father! And Momma not only wouldn't object, she was the one pushing for it! It just goes to show, that you never really know your parents, no matter how long you live with them. I nodded my head.
"Good," said Momma, a hint of a smile crossing her face. "I've always dreamed about watching a grown man impregnate his own little girl. I never thought I'd get to see it though."
I was a little worried at this. "Uh Momma?" I asked.
"Yes, Dear?"
"Does this mean I have to keep fucking Daddy until I DO get pregnant?" One time, to feel what it was like was one thing. Being a second wife to my own father was another.
"No," assured Momma, "it's just that if you DO want to do it again later, the same rules apply. No risk, no prick. Unless you're already pregnant. Got it?"
"Yes, Momma." I got it. Still, even if Daddy DID squirt his sperm right up inside my womb, there wasn't all that much chance of getting pregnant. I felt it was worth the risk. Especially if it would make Momma happy. "What do I do now?" I asked.
For the first time since we started our discussion, Momma giggled. "Just go in the bedroom, and tell your father his little girl wants her father to get her pregnant. You won't have to do anything else."
I giggled too. It WAS funny. So funny in fact, that I did just that.
I don't know if Daddy had been listening, was just horny that day, or what. I do know that I found him lying naked on the bed, sporting the biggest erection that I had ever seen.
Momma hadn't been exaggerating. I don't know just how big Daddy's penis was that day. Momma says it varies from just a bit over 10 inches, to slightly over 11, depending on how horny and how excited he gets. I guess the idea of fucking his own daughter and getting her pregnant made him reach new heights. (Or lengths.)
"Daddy," I said, trying to keep a straight face, "your little girl wants her father to put his big cock up inside her, and get her pregnant."
That was almost a mistake. Daddy told me later that he almost wasted his load all over the sheets, when he heard me repeat what Momma had told me to say. It certainly excited him. Still, he managed to restrain himself.
"If you want it, then sit on it," he croaked.
I looked at the monster spike rising from my father's loins. No way that thing was going to fit all the way up inside me! On the other hand, there was no way I wasn't going to try either. If I didn't, I would never forgive myself.
I was just starting to climb on the bed to follow Daddy's instructions, when I was interrupted. "Kids!" said Momma disgustedly, "have no idea."
"Here," she said, handing me a blue and white tube, "You'll need this."
"This" was a tube of KY jelly. I knew what it was, from the one time I had let Jerry try doing it in my backside. His insistence that we try again, was one of the many reasons I was dumping him for Mike. If I let Mike fuck me in the ass, it would be because I wanted to be nice to him, not because he bugged me into doing it. Jerry only thinks of himself.
Still, this monster penis would feel a lot bigger going into my cunny than Jerry's puny member had felt in my backside. Momma had a point. I squirted a large dollop of clear goop on my hand, and started working it onto Daddy's penis, until Momma stopped me.
"If you keep that up," she observed, "you're going to jack him off with your hands, instead of your cunt." Momma was bold and blunt with her advice.
I took one last big blob of KY, and pushed it up inside me. That would have to do.
Nervously, I approached my father. I was more and more scared, the closer my cunny got to his cock. Still, I didn't stop. It was only when I was kneeling astride my father's hips, about to perform the most obscene act of all, a daughter fucking her own father, that I fully appreciated just how big Daddy was. It wouldn't fit!
I mean, it was just too long! I couldn't bend Daddy's penis down far enough to fit it inside me. With Jerry, or even Mike, there had never been a problem like this. I was NOT amused by my mother's snicker as she noticed my problem. I WAS going to show her that I could fuck Daddy just like she could... I hoped.
Straining, I lifted up until my father's penis was resting against my spread cunny lips, and fit the head inside me. Oh God! Daddy was not only LONGER than either Jerry or Mike, he was fatter too! It was only the fact that he was so long, that made him seem to be slim. Oh shit!
Still, the lubricant (not to mention the pre-cum that was dribbling out of Daddy's penis,) made Daddy's cock slide inside me with only a slight hesitation. Oh my God, was I stuffed! Four, five, then six inches of paternal penis slid inside me, until I had more of Daddy's penis in me than even Mike had ever managed to get.
I felt Daddy's penis actually pushing into my uterus, just like Momma said it would, and Mike had done the previous night. Momma was right.
I looked down, and was shocked to see that close to four more inches of cock still remained outside me. I wondered just what I had gotten myself into? Oh shit. Still, I pressed down.
"Ah," I panted. I could feel myself spreading inside. It hurt. But not like Mike had the night before. This was a dull aching sort of hurt.
"AAaahh," I gasped even louder, as I pressed down.
"Slowly, at first," advised Momma. I guess if anyone knew, she did. So, I did it slowly. Bit by bit, I worked myself downward. 1/4 inch. 1/2 inch. 3/4.Three inches of my father's penis still remained outside me when I felt either Daddy's penis shrink a little or my uterus expand slightly, so that the tip of Daddy's cock poked inside. If it had been Mike, I'm sure the whole head would have been inside my womb by now, but Daddy was a lot fatter.
Momma had climbed up on the bed behind me by this time, telling me to, "Relax, Honey. Let your father in. Easy; a piece at a time." All the while, she kept massaging my back and shoulders, trying to relax me. It worked.
All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my gut and knew that the head of my father's penis was inside my womb. I had done it! Now to get Daddy to cum in me, just as quick as I could, so I could say I had done it at least once. Once like this would be definitely enough.
I don't know how Momma had taken it all those years when she was just nine or ten years old. I'm sure Daddy's cock must have seemed almost as big to her back then as it did to me right now.
"Oh God, oh God," moaned Daddy, bringing me back to the present.
"Now!" said Momma in my ear, "He's going to cum." With this, Momma shifted her grip on my shoulders from massaging to pushing down hard!
At the same time, Daddy pushed up from below. There was a sickening stretching sensation as the last two inches of my father's penis slid into my body.
I screamed! It felt like I was being split wide open. Not even when Jerry took my virginity had I hurt this bad.
"Easy, easy," Momma panted in my ear, "You've got it all now, Honey."
I did. Looking down, I could see my labia splayed around the base of my father's penis, while up inside me was a throbbing something that felt like a part of me that had been missing all my life. For some reason, the pain had temporarily vanished as my father shuddered and shook underneath me.
I knew Daddy was doing his best right then to plant a baby inside my womb. No, I didn't feel his cum inside me. I don't think you can. I did feel each jerk he gave as he tried to force even more of his gigantic penis into my womb, and each time he squirted another jet of incestuous sperm inside me to join that already seeking my fertility.
I was too sore to help him; I just sat there as Daddy squirted jet after jet of thick cum into the deepest part of my womb. God, what a kick to be able to do this for your own father!
It was only when Daddy started to slow down that my own orgasm overtook me by surprise. I hadn't really expected to get off when Daddy came inside me. The pain was too great. Even before I started, I hadn't really expected to cum. I just wanted to see if I COULD do it, not if I could enjoy it. I never EVER had an orgasm like that one.
Daddy was almost finished cumming when I felt my vagina and womb go into spasms around him. It was like I was impaled on a post as my body squeezed and milked on my father's unbelievably huge penis, trying to milk every last drop of his precious seed into my womb where it belonged.
Well, orgasms like that don't last very long. They can't, or you'd be dead. Still, it was an unbelievable experience that I wouldn't give up for the world. I never planned on repeating it, but I wouldn't have missed it either.
When I finally climbed off my father, it felt as though my guts were being pulled out with his penis. First, the shrunken head popped out of my uterus, bringing an "ouch" from me as I was still quite sore inside. Then the extraction of his enormous member felt as though I was being turned inside out.
I watched with amazement as Daddy's cock shrank and shrank and shrank, until there was only a nubbin left.
Momma looked at where I was staring in amazement at the two-inch long penis that was all that Daddy had left.
"See," she said with satisfaction, "I told you so. BOY, you must have REALLY drained your father. I haven't seen George so small after fucking, since the last time he knocked ME up."
Oh shit. This reminded me of all the incestuous sperm I had inside me. I knew it wouldn't do any good to douche, as Daddy's sperm was already in my womb. Oh well, if I got pregnant, I got pregnant. At least I didn't have to worry about the father up and deserting me. I also didn't have to worry about my mother being annoyed at me giving her another baby to raise. After all, SHE was the one who insisted that I not use birth control.
Two days later, I still couldn't believe I had done that.
It was a week before I felt able to fuck Mike again, and almost a month before I tried getting HIM into my womb. It was no use. Even after having been previously opened up by Daddy, Mike just isn't long enough. I love him, but somehow it's not quite enough.
My period came around on time, so at least I didn't have that worry. On the other hand, Momma has been looking at me like the cat who has the key to the canary's cage. I think she knows what I'm feeling. Damn! Why does Momma always have to be right?
I don't know WHAT I'm going to do next week, when I'm fertile again. I don't REALLY want to do that again, do I?
Even if I do, do I want to take yet another chance on getting knocked-up?
At least I know that Momma wasn't lying when she wrote that story. Of course, anyone reading THIS one will probably have the same reaction: "That's Horseshit!" | 2 |
2,353 | A short interlude with nieces II | "Uh, is Uncle Fred doing it yet, Momma?" grunted Sandra; her voice slightly stressed as she looked up at me. My daughter's tight little slit was gulping the straining member of my little brother's cock, which was almost white with the tension the engorged penis was applying to her body. I knew Fred had almost every inch of his swollen prick that would fit in the little girl's body stuffed inside her, and the pressure that was showing was tremendous. Somehow I knew that my daughter's vagina felt even more stuffed to her than it looked to me. But, just like her older sister, the little 11-year-old wasn't complaining though; just wondering whether her uncle was close to finishing or not. I was so proud of my girls. Not many little girls would let their own uncle fuck them, cum in them, and even knock them up, like Fred was about to do to her, had done to her big sister, and would do to their younger sibling, who was watching her uncle and older sisters mating before it became her turn to feel her own uncle jerking and spasming his baby into her womb where it belonged.
I still couldn't believe I had ever come up with this incredibly sexy idea of mating all three of my daughters to my baby brother... but that didn't stop me once I got the idea firmly planted in my head. The moment Sarah had her first period, I first broached the idea to my little brother; and it hadn't taken more than a month or two before he realized I was serious. Being a true pedophile, that was enough. That's why I was now here watching my sexy little brother sliding his thick prick up in the flat little belly of my second oldest daughter and squirting his thick white cum into her welcoming belly... just like he did an hour earlier, with the two girls' big sister.
I watched closely to be sure my brother did it right too; and didn't pull out until every thick drop of potent seed was in the child's womb, getting her pregnant with her own uncle's baby like we both wanted (and I'm sure that her uncle wanted too).
"I think he's doing it right now, Honey," I replied; as I watched my brother's body go stiff, while he jammed his swollen member as far up in the child's body as he could. I knew Sandy no longer needed me to tell her that her uncle was planting his baby inside her tummy; as it was now obvious from the frantic shoving and thrusting that the older man was even then ejaculating gob after gob of incestuous sperm in her ripe and fertile young womb, where we all had worked so hard to get it.
"Oh God, oh God, I'm doing it," groaned Fred; almost vibrating in his efforts to slide in and out of the child, while also trying to make sure every drop of his potent seed found its way into my daughter's welcoming young womb where hopefully at least one of his sperm would ripen her waiting eggs. With any luck, the little girl would be carrying her own uncle's baby before the hour was out... and her little sister too, an hour or two later. It took some convincing that I meant it; but I finally got Fred to promise the girls he would not only fuck each of my daughters as often as they wanted it, but that he would actually get each of them pregnant with his babies as often as he is able to. With any luck at all, my little brother could father four or even five kids on each of the girls before they get out of grade school. God, I sure hope so.
No, it might not be exactly *right* for me to have my own pedophile little brother fuck, cum inside, and actually impregnate all three of my horny little girls... one of them before she reaches the third grade....
....But that doesn't keep me from doing it, either.
The thrill of watching your own brother jerking and shaking on top of your daughters, while his prick jerks and spasms the little girls' tight little tummies full of his babies, is a feeling that every mother should have at least once. Thank Goodness my horny little brother doesn't mind doing this for the girls, and even realizes how much it means to a horny slut like me. | 3 |
2,357 | My Little Sister | "... Billy yet?" Hearing my name from my little sister's bedroom got my attention. Usually, I don't pry into Chrissie's business or even Cindy's when they have friends over to visit. However, being in charge while Momma and Daddy are on vacation makes me pay a little more attention to my sisters, especially when my name is mentioned.
Our cousin Melanie was staying over (Momma had given her permission before she left, with the understanding that they were both to do anything I said while I was in charge). When Momma first said that, I spent a few moments fantasizing about the "anything" I'd like to have my cute little cousin do. Then Momma caught my eye. She didn't say anything, but I am almost certain she knew what I was thinking. I wonder if it was my imagination, but as she was giving Chrissie last-minute instructions, I could almost swear she smiled.
Anyway, I listened a little closer to what was going on in my 9-year-old little sister's bedroom. Cindy was playing outside, so I wasn't worried about her catching me eavesdropping on her older sister.
"Oh no. I couldn't. He's my big BROTHER!"
"So what? Mike is MY big brother."
I wondered what Melanie was talking about. My mind almost exploded in sexual fantasies before I realized that the little girl was probably talking about playing some kind of prank on me. I decided I'd better keep on listening, if only in self-defense. Eight and nine-year-old little girls' pranks could be painful sometimes.
"You don't mean you actually? ..." Chrissie's voice trailed off.
"Uhuh. You should try it. It feels good!" Melanie's voice was almost a giggle.
My jaw dropped. Melanie couldn't mean what I thought she did, could she?
"But what if he? ... I meant that white-stuff. What if it gets inside me?"
"White-stuff?" I thought. She couldn't mean... She did.
"So what?" said Melanie. "My big brother's been squirting his white-stuff up inside my tummy, for over two years now. As I said, it feels good."
"No."
"Yep. Of course, it doesn't feel as good as when Daddy does it, but he's a lot bigger than Mike. He squirts a lot more white-stuff in me too."
Chrissie's voice was almost a whisper, "You FATHER puts his 'thing' in you too? Since you were 6 years old? I don't believe it."
"Of course not, dummy. I said Mike did. Daddy's only been able to get his thing in me for about a month or so. Before that, it wouldn't fit. Still, if you think THAT'S something, you should see Ginny do it."
"Oh my God!" Chrissie sounded like she had a hard time believing our little cousin. I didn't blame her. I almost didn't believe it myself. Still, that didn't keep me from having the biggest hard-on in my life. Much as I normally would have been ashamed of myself for listening in on my little sister and cousin, you couldn't have pulled me away from that doorway now, with a whole team of horses. It sounded like our cousin was not only fucking her big brother and her daddy as well, but she was trying to talk my little sister into... into... into fucking ME? Wow! I wasn't sure if I wanted her to succeed, or not, but I knew I was definitely interested.
Aw, who am I kidding? Once I figured out what Melanie was talking about, I wanted her to succeed so bad, I could almost taste it. The thought of slipping my big cock up inside my 9-year-old little sister's tight little slit, almost had me wasting my sperm in a stream down the leg of my swimsuit, instead of up inside the belly of either of the two little girls in the other room, where it belonged.
"Well," I thought to myself, "even if she DOESN'T convince my sister, maybe I can get in her tight little panties, instead." It turned out, that Melanie had almost the same idea.
"Well," she pouted, "if you don't want to, do you mind if I do?"
"With Billy?" My little sister's voice was muffled.
"Why not? He's such a hunk. God, if he were here right now, I'd... Oh. Oh don't stop. Unh. Oh God, why can't Daddy or Mike, or SOMEBODY be here to fuck me? It's been two days now, and I'm going to scream if I don't feel a cock inside me pretty soon."
I figured that was my cue. Slipping out of my swim-trunks, I headed into my little sister's bedroom, naked as the day I was born. I knew I was asking for trouble, but if things worked out the way I hoped, it would be worth it.
Of course, if they didn't... Well, Momma and Daddy could only kill me. For the chance to stick my cock in my cute little cousin's tight little hole, it was worth the risk. And if I got to stick it in my little sister as well...
"You mean, you'd let Billy actually stick his 'thing' up inside you, and squirt that white-stuff in you, if he was here?" The muffled voice of my 9-year-old sister repeated my thoughts and asked the very question I was wanting to pose myself.
As I entered the room, I could see why Chrissie's voice sounded muffled. The little girl was lying on her back on the bed, with her head towards me, and our little 8-year-old cousin was on top of her facing the other way. Chrissie's face was almost hidden between Melanie's thighs, and she was working two fingers in and out of our cousin's tight little slit.
"EEeekk!" squeaked Chrissie, as she saw me approach, with my pre-cum dribbling cock sticking out in front of me like a billy-club.
"You like that, do you?" came Melanie's voice. She obviously thought it was whatever she was doing to my little sister that had caused her to squeak.
I shook my head at Chrissie and put my finger on my lips as I approached.
Chrissie's eyes got real big, but she didn't say anything, as my sister watched me come up behind my cousin, where I pulled her sticky fingers out of the little girl and then replaced them with my cum-dribbling cock.
"Oh don't stop, I... I... IIeeeEE! OH! Ohmigod! Oh, do it!" Melanie's voice rose almost to a shriek as I slid inside her.
Whatever else she had been doing, I don't think the little girl had been lying about her big brother and father. I rubbed the knob of my prick up and down the little girl's crack only once, and then pushed it inside. I felt the little girl's hole stretch, stretch, then unbelievably stretch some more, as a tight ring surrounded the head of my prick, before snapping inside the little girl's cunny, where it clamped down on me with a pressure that was almost painful. Almost. I pulled out a fraction of an inch, then slid inside a little farther. I had grabbed my cousin by the waist as I worked to stuff even more of my engorged penis inside the little 8-year-old, while my own little sister watched in amazement.
I would like to say I fucked the cute little kid for over an hour, before filling her tight little cunny with my sperm. The truth is: I had barely gotten a little more than two inches inside her when my cock started spewing thick sticky ropes of cum in her. Oh God! I wanted to be bottomed out in the little girl when I came in her, not just barely inside her! Hurriedly, I slid my still spewing cock out about an inch, then shoved it as hard as I could up inside her. This time, I was more successful. Almost 3/4 of my cock slid inside the little girl's body as, lubricated by the sperm I had already deposited in the child, and her own arousal, it found easier going.
The tight ring slipped down almost to the base of my prick, just about the time Melanie's body realized what had happened and started milking and squeezing on the fat cylinder that was filling her tummy so nicely.
I couldn't do any more. I just stood there behind the little girl and let myself go, spewing wave after wave of warm sticky seed into my own sexy 8-year-old cousin's tightly squeezing little slit, filling her tummy with every drop of incestuous sperm that I had in me.
Melanie wasn't complaining. Once I started to slow down, and my frantic pulses of thick sticky cum slowed to squirts, and then just a dribble, the little girl pulled up, then pushed back as hard as she could, so that the rest of my cock slid all the way home inside her, where the last little dribbles of my cum trickled into her vagina, up next to her womb. I couldn't believe the little 8-year-old girl had taken all seven inches of my cock up inside her, but she obviously had. Her story about fucking her big brother and even her own father, suddenly seemed a lot more believable.
All this time, nobody had said a word. I was suddenly embarrassed as I realized I had just walked up to my own cousin and fucked her tight little cunny; squirting her belly full of incestuous cum, without even a "How-do-you-do." I needn't have worried.
"Oh boy, That was good!" murmured Melanie. "God, you're almost as big as Daddy, and I don't think even HE cums in me THAT good. I bet you shot enough sperm in me to knock up a regiment of little girls."
OhmiGOD!"I'm sorry, Mel. I just didn't think!" I moaned.
"What are we going to do?" My penis wilted like an overheated marshmallow at the thought of getting my favorite cousin in trouble.
Melanie giggled. "Oh, don't be silly," she said, "You can cum in me all you want. Heck, I'm only 8 years old, you know. Momma didn't get pregnant until she was 16, and she was fucking her father, her big brother, her uncle, and Daddy, ever since she was nine. That's why you should fuck Chrissie here, while she can still enjoy it, without having to worry."
"Pregnant?" asked Chrissie.
"Don't worry about it," said Melanie. "It's something that happens when you get older, and your father squirts that white stuff up inside you. We're both too young to worry about that yet."
I thought about stories I had heard about little girls as young as 10, with big bellies, but figured Melanie was right. No need to have my little sister worry about getting knocked up, when most girls don't get pregnant until they're at least 14. Besides, I hadn't even fucked Chrissie yet, only Melanie, and she was only eight. Still, even the thought of getting the little girl pregnant was enough to bring renewed life back into my penis.
"Oooh, I feel that," said Melanie, squirming back a little, to seat my stiffening cock a little farther up inside her squeezing little tube. "But it's Chrissie's turn now. Why don't you slide that big thing up inside your little sister, so SHE can feel what it's like too?" With this, my cousin slid her tight little cunny off my prick, with an audible "pop" and started swinging my little sister around to where her bare little cunny was facing my still cum-dribbling prick.
"But what if I don't? . . ." Chrissie's objections were ignored by Melanie, as she pulled on my prick, and directed it up against my little sister's crack.
"See," she said, "that's your big brother's sperm dripping off the end of his cock. Wouldn't you like to feel that thick sticky white stuff spurting and sliding up inside your tummy where it belongs? I always like it, when Daddy squirts his baby juice up inside me where it belongs."
"Huh? Baby juice?" asked Chrissie.
"Forget it," said Melanie, "just ask your brother to squirt his sperm up in your tummy, where it belongs. I'm sure your big brother wouldn't mind doing that for you."
Mind? Heck, I would have given a year's allowance for the chance to squirt my little sister's tight little cunny full of sperm. Melanie seemed to know that. On the one hand, she kept reassuring us how it was safe for me to squirt my sperm in my little sister, then on the other, she kept reminding me how I MIGHT be making a baby in the little girl, if I did. I kept telling myself that Melanie was right, Chrissie was MUCH too young to have a baby yet.
My cock didn't believe it though. Just the thought of my little sister's flat little tummy bulging with my baby kicking and squirming inside, was almost enough to make me waste my cum all over the outside her 9-year-old belly, instead of inside it, where it belonged.
Melanie seemed to sense this; and grabbing my leaking prick, she pushed the head of it down into Chrissie's little slit, before my sister could object any more. There was a slight popping sensation, and the head of my prick vanished into my little sister's body.
"Ow!" said Chrissie.
"Oh!" I groaned. I was almost ready to repeat my action with Melanie, and fill my little sister's womb with sperm, before I got all the way inside her. Almost. Luckily, having already squirted my cousin's tight little slit full of incestuous cum, not ten minutes before, I was able to hold out, while Chrissie got used to having her crack stuffed with her own brother's cock.
Only for a minute though. Once Melanie saw that Chrissie was getting accustomed to feeling my cock inside her, she told me to, "Go on, Billy, Push it all the way up inside her."
I was too horny to think straight, or even remember that Chrissie was still a virgin, unlike our younger cousin. Heck, I had been a virgin myself, not ten minutes before. I wasn't sophisticated enough to even think of my little sister having a problem. I mean, Melanie was almost a year younger than Chrissie, and SHE hadn't had any trouble taking all of my cock up inside her. So, why should I have known that Chrissie would?
Yeah, I know; I'm rationalizing. I should have known. After all, I'm over 6 years older than my little sister. Yes, and I've had sex-education class, and everything. All I can say is: I didn't think about it. Didn't think... Got it?
I jammed my cock up inside my little sister, like I had wanted to do with Melanie.
Chrissie's eyes opened so wide, it was almost comical. There was a tearing ripping sensation, and suddenly my cock had vanished all the way up inside my little sister's body, and her tight little cunny-lips were tightly stretched around the base. Oh God, did that feel good. Chrissie was almost as tight inside as Melanie, and twice as hot. I knew I wouldn't last long, before I filled the little girl's tight little slit with my sperm. I did my best to hold still, so I wouldn't spoil it for my little sister, by cumming too soon.
It's a good thing I did. The first thing I knew about something being wrong, was when Chrissie let out a screech that made me wonder if Momma could hear three states away. Chrissie wrapped her legs around me, trapping me inside her, as the unexpected pain in her belly struck her like a bolt of lightning.
"OW!" she yelled again, then turned to Melanie, as the pain eased a little. "You didn't tell me it hurt!" she accused us.
"Only the first time... Well, maybe the second, a little," said Melanie. "To tell the truth, it happened to me so long ago, that I'd forgotten it hurt the first time. I'm sorry, Chris, it'll feel a LOT better next time, believe me."
"Well, if you're sure." Chrissie looked at both of us, for reassurance.
We both nodded.
"Heck, you just saw ME getting fucked," said Melanie. "It didn't seem to hurt ME, did it?"
Reassured, Chrissie turned back to me. "Do it Billy," she said. "I don't want old 'blood and guts' here, to think I'm chicken."
"Really, you'll like it next time," said Melanie.
Both Chrissie and I ignored our little cousin. Chrissie, because she was trying to ignore the pain, and feel the good parts, and me, because I was trying to keep from cumming, before I had enjoyed the squeezing tightness of my little sister's cunny, as long as I had been dreaming about. I slid out about an inch, and then back inside my sister.
"Ouch," said Chrissie.
"Sorry," I said. I was, but not TOO sorry. The exquisite feel of my little sister's tight little tube squeezing and milking on my prick was almost too much. Still, I managed to hold off, and slid back out about another inch, and then slid all the way home in my sister's belly.
"Oohh," said Chrissie. Then at my worried look, "It's OK, Billy, it's starting to feel good."
I could tell. My little sister's cunny was rippling up and down my cock, like a milking machine. It was too much. I couldn't wait, until Chrissie reached her orgasm, as much as I wanted to. My prick exploded in my little sister's belly. Pulse after pulse of warm sticky sperm spat out of the bloated head of my penis, and into the warm welcoming recesses of my own little sister's tight little belly.
As I suddenly began squirting my sperm in my little sister, I vaguely became aware of my 8-year-old cousin hugging and kissing me, while she encouraged me to, "Do it Billy, cum in her. Squirt your sperm in your little sister. Daddy always says he'd like to knock me up. How'd you like to do that to your little sister? Go on Billy do it. Squirt your nasty old sperm in the kid's belly, and let her feel what it's like to have a baby. Go on, squirt your nasty old baby-juice in your little sister, and knock the kid up."
Melanie kept murmuring the nasty things in my ear, where Chrissie couldn't hear, but I could. It was almost too much. Even though I knew Chrissie was too young to have a baby yet, the thought of the little kid with a big belly, as my baby grew inside her, was too exciting for words.
Melanie told me later, that her father had taught her how exciting it was to a man, to cum inside a woman, when he knew she was fertile, or there was at least a CHANCE he might be getting her pregnant. She wanted to give me that thrill, of knocking up my little sister, even though the chance wasn't really there. She told me later, that when she started having periods, she was going to let her daddy cum inside her, so he could at least have a CHANCE of getting her pregnant. At the time though, I only knew that my cousin's lewd suggestions were causing me to squirt more sperm in my little sister, than I thought I had in me.
After a while, I didn't. My little sister had it all. I only stopped when I felt the last little dribble of cum ooze into Chrissie's tight little crack. I felt like I would never fuck again, as my limp cock finally slipped from my little sister's crack, and flopped down on my leg.
Chrissie just lay there, with an obscene white bubble of my seed oozing up out of her freshly-fucked little crack. "Oooh," she said, "can we do it again? It was starting to feel good there, at the end."
For a moment, there was silence. Then, first Melanie started to giggle, then I did. After a minute, Chrissie got the joke, and started to giggle as well.About a minute later, we were all howling with laughter, clutching each other madly, as we choked and spluttered. It was like this that our little sister found us.
"Hey! What's so goddamn funny?" said Cindy, not even noticing that we were all naked, let alone the white greasy sperm dribbling out of her cousin and big sister's cracks, or streaking my prick with white.
"I thought I heard a scream, like someone was getting hurt," she grumbled, "and what do I find, but three idiots laughing like hyenas. Humph!" This set us all off on another round of howling laughter.
Cindy finally stalked off when she realized she wasn't going to get much sense out of the three of us. She never even noticed the almost overpowering smell of sex that permeated the room. Later, we had to open the windows for two hours before the smell reduced to just a sexy memory.
Well, that was the start. That night, after Cindy had gone to bed, Melanie and Chrissie sneaked into my room, where we did it again. Only this time, not being so over-sexed, by it being the first time for me, I was able to get Chrissie off (with Melanie's help) before I filled the little girl's womb with incestuous sperm. After I did Chrissie, I fucked Melanie again.
God, is that kid tight! Even after squirting my sperm in my little sister, I could barely get my cock all the way inside the little kid before I filled HER belly with thick greasy cum. I needn't have worried though, as feeling me pissing my sperm in her tummy was all the little girl needed to get her off as well. Melanie tells me that I'm almost as good a fuck as her daddy is, and I've just started. I think she's just humoring me. But on the other hand, I don't have any evidence to the contrary, as she always seems to get off on feeling me squirt my sperm inside her.
I asked her if her father and big-brother weren't missing her, since she wasn't there to make them squirt in her, like she usually did. Melanie told me not to worry, as her little sister Ginny had been only too happy to take over the job of getting both her father and big brother off.
God! Ginny's only 5 years old (Well, almost 6.) The thought of that little kid taking her father's big cock (Which Melanie says is slightly bigger than mine.) up inside her tight little hole, almost had me cumming, without even touching my cousin. Then I thought about how tight she must be inside: Even tighter than Melanie; and I came all over my cousin's hand.
Melanie surprised me. She didn't get a rag and clean it up. The little girl bent over, and took my still-spewing cock in her mouth, and SUCKED up every sticky drop, not stopping, until she had licked it all up, including what I had at first "wasted" all over her hand. God that felt good. Melanie then showed Chrissie how to do it, and told me that her father sometimes preferred this to actually cumming inside her cunny. I guess. Not me though.
Once Melanie found out how I felt about her little sister, she promised to send her over sometime, so that I could squirt my sperm inside the little girl. (She did too.)
It was about a week later, when Ginny came over one afternoon. I must have fucked the little kid about 5 times; leaving about a gallon of sperm in the little girl's tight little hole. I was right. The kid was unbelievably tight. Not only that, but she was short inside too. I was only able to get a little over half my prick inside the little girl before I bumped up against her cervix. I would have been happy to fuck the little kid with only half my prick, she was so tight; but Ginny insisted that I push my cock ALL the way up inside her anyway. She insisted that it wouldn't hurt her; so I did. After pushing real hard, for a second or two, I felt an inner ring slide down over the head of my prick, like an incredibly tight vagina-within-a-vagina. After catching her breath, Ginny told me I had my prick inside her womb; and she wanted me to fuck her that way; and squirt my baby-juice inside her womb, just like her father and big brother did.
The thought was too much. I did just as the little girl asked; filling the child's womb with squirt after squirt of thick sticky sperm. It was no wonder that Uncle Bob, and Mike didn't miss Melanie, with this cute little sperm-extraction device in the house. I told this to Ginny, and she giggled. Then she asked me to do it again. I did; and again, and again. As I said, I must have left about a gallon of sperm in the cute little kid's tight little belly. Every drop of it went right into the little girl's womb too. Ginny never went to the bathroom, that afternoon; and I know she never leaked a drop.
When the little girl left, she must have had every drop of my sperm still held inside her womb, by the tight little muscles of her cervix. Ginny told me she was going home, and lie down, so it could soak in. Well, I could imagine her lying down but I don't imagine she got much rest; as her father and big brother were both waiting over there, to hear what happened. I imagine that by the time the little girl went to sleep that night, she must have been carrying about THREE gallons of incestuous cum inside her tight little tummy.
After that, I would occasionally fuck the little kid, but mostly I fucked Melanie. Well, actually, I mostly fucked Chrissie. I mean, that between the two sisters, I must have fucked Melanie about four or five times to each time I fucked her little sister. Melanie was always incredibly tight, but Ginny, WOW!
I guess, it's a good thing that Ginny didn't make a play for me (she preferred her father, and big brother) as I would have probably been in the hospital, from overexertion. That little kid could fuck the whole family under the table. In a way, that's why Melanie was so available. With her little sister draining her father and big brother, the little girl would quite often come over to see me, so she could get some relief.
As I say though; mostly I fucked Chrissie. After that weekend, Chrissie started sneaking into my bed every night and fucking me, so she could get to sleep. Usually, she'd fall asleep in my bed, and I would quite often slip my prick up into the little girl's tight little hole, and go to sleep with my prick still dribbling sperm in the little girl.
In the morning, I would usually fuck Chrissie again; and start her off in the morning with a fresh load of baby-juice soaking in her womb. Then she would sneak back into her room, before Cindy woke up.
Cindy never did figure out what was going on. She knew that Chrissie and I had some big secret we shared with our cousin, but never did figure out what it was.
This went on, for almost the whole month that Momma and Daddy were gone. I'd usually fuck Chrissie two or three times a day, and maybe once or twice at night. It seemed like I must have spasmed the little girl's womb full of incestuous cum over a hundred times, in the month Momma and Daddy were away.
Melanie would come over once or twice a week, and I would usually manage to sneak at least ONE quick squirt in her tummy, whenever she did. Sometimes, we managed to almost repeat that first afternoon, and I would fuck first Melanie, and then my sister, and then start over again until my peter was too soft to go into even the most slack and willing of holes, let alone the tight little slits of my sister and cousin.
I would usually manage to leave at least two good squirts of sperm in both Melanie's tight little tunnel, and another two or three squirts of baby-juice in my little sister's squeezing little slit, as well. For a super-horny 16-year-old boy, it was like heaven. Only a Moslem-heaven, with two always-ready houris to service my every sexual need.
Then our parents came back from their vacation/second-honeymoon. After that, Chrissie couldn't sneak into my bedroom every night, so it became a lot harder for us to fuck. Sometimes we had to wait, until Melanie came over, so that one of the two could act as lookout, while I fucked the other one.
Still, even then it was a rare day that I didn't fuck my little sister at least once; sending her out to play in the morning, or at least to bed at night, with a fresh helping of her own big brother's seed warming her cute little tummy.
I don't know how long we could have gone on like this, without being caught; as Cindy was getting more and more suspicious; and it was getting harder and harder to slip my prick in my little sister, without any one catching us. But about three months after we started, it became obvious what we were doing anyway.
That day, Momma took us down to buy school clothes for the coming semester. Yeah, you guessed it. Chrissie's pants were too tight.
At first, Momma didn't believe it, when she got first a size-larger, then THREE sizes larger, and the dress STILL wouldn't fit around Chrissie's waist. When only a "short-plump" style dress that was five-times larger than what she had worn the year before, fitted Chrissie, Momma knew something was wrong. Up to then, Chrissie had always been the "tall-slim" type, so Momma knew she had better find out what was going on. At first, Momma was worried that Chrissie might have a tumor or something. Then Momma saw our faces, and figured everything out.
Momma left the clothes in the aisle of the store, called Daddy at work, and headed for home. Chrissie and I figured we were in for it.
That night was sheer torture.Momma and Daddy didn't say a word to either of us, but they called our uncle and aunt from next door, and even Grandpa from across town.
The first intimation Chrissie and I had that things were going to be OK was when Grandpa came over. He stopped on the way to the living room, where our parents were still huddled, and looked us over.
"So, these are the two lovebirds, huh?" he said with a twinkle in his eye, then patted me on the back, saying, "Good boy," before heading in to join our parents.
That night, when we headed off to bed, Daddy interrupted Chrissie as she headed for her room. He grabbed her by the arm and steered her down the hall to MY room, saying, "Aren't you going to sleep with your brother, Chrissie?" Both Chrissie and I gaped at Daddy as he pushed her inside with me.
Daddy gave us both a big grin and said, "You take good care of your little sister, Billy. She's going to need a lot of loving before that baby gets here."
"Baby?" said Chrissie, looking at me puzzled, "What baby?"
"Our baby," I explained. Then I had to spend the rest of the night (well, almost all) explaining to her just what had happened, how babies were made, and what would happen to her now. Part of it was fun, as I got to demonstrate several times just how babies were made. Chrissie still liked to screw just as much as ever.
The only REAL regret she had was that she hadn't known we were making a baby in her tummy when we did it. I'm STILL apologizing for that one. Still, I hadn't really known she COULD get pregnant at that age.
It turned out that far from being mad at the two of us for fucking, Momma and Daddy are proud that we love each other enough to do it right and make a baby. Most boys are so afraid of knocking their little sisters up that they won't even screw them, let alone squirt their sperm right up inside their little sister's unprotected belly like I did and make a baby in her.
As I said, Momma and Daddy are proud of me for making a baby in my little sister. So proud, in fact, that they sent Cindy down to join us a few weeks later so that I could get her pregnant too.
Momma had me show Cindy how I squirted my sperm in Chrissie's belly to get her pregnant. Then, she had me take my still sperm-dripping penis and put it up inside our little sister, so she could feel what it's like to have a baby too.
At first, Cindy whimpered a little (she didn't want to 'chicken out' in front of the whole family). Then she let me squirt my sperm inside her, so she could be a "big girl" like Chrissie.
God, was the little shit tight! I always thought Ginny was tight, but I almost couldn't get my prick inside Cindy! (Of course, Ginny had already been fucked by her big brother and father.) Even once I DID get inside her, I could only get about half my prick up her tight little snatch. Still, even HALF of your prick inside a girl as tight as Cindy is better than ALL of your prick in most girls. (I found this out later.)
When I was fucking Cindy and was just about to cum inside her, I wondered how Chrissie was taking it. I mean, it looked like she was, at the very least, going to have to share me every night with her little sister. At the most, Momma seemed to expect me to do my best to impregnate Cindy, so Chrissie would only get what was left over.
I needn't have worried. I was just in time to see my little sister Chrissie slide down Daddy's big cock, making her slightly bulging tummy bulge even more as she said, "Ooh Daddy! That feels so good." Chrissie wasn't going to be neglected.
That was too much for me. The erotic sight of my father sliding his enormous prick in one little sister, while my prick was squeezed by the unbelievably tight snatch of the other one, was too much. I jerked and shook and squirted a big healthy stream of sperm in my 7-year-old little sister.
God, did that feel good! Especially when Cindy began clamping and squeezing on me and begging me to "Squirt the white-stuff that makes babies in me."
I did. Squirt after squirt of thick sticky cum slid into the little girl's belly as I did my best to impregnate my own 7-year-old sister. Momma, Daddy, and even Chrissie encouraged me to do it. No, we all know there isn't really much chance that Cindy will really get pregnant. Still, Momma wants to give her every opportunity, if she can. Momma says it would be so cute to have Cindy start the first-grade with a big tummy. Come to think of it, I think so too.
Chrissie's belly is a lot bigger now, but she still likes to fuck. She says that Daddy feels even better than me inside her, and he can squirt so much more of that white-stuff in her than I do. Chrissie told me she wants to have a baby by Daddy, but both Momma and Daddy say she's got to have at least one more by me before she has Daddy's. Chrissie doesn't mind too much, as she says she likes fucking me almost as much. Besides, it's going to be nice to have a little sister for our son to fuck. (Well, we don't KNOW it's going to be a boy, and that our next one will be a girl, but that's what we're hoping for.)
In the meantime, I've been fucking Cindy even more than I used to fuck Chrissie. By the third time, I even managed to get my cock ALL the way up inside the little girl, by doing the same thing I was used to doing with Ginny. Yes, I pushed the head of my cock right up inside the little girl's womb and squirted my sperm inside where it belonged.
We've been doing this all the time now. Usually, I even manage to go to sleep with the head of my prick still dribbling sperm in my little sister's tight little womb. Her cunny is so tight that it almost always keeps the head of my penis trapped inside her womb, even when it gets soft. Feeling my little sister's vagina gently squeezing on my cock all night makes me have lots of wet-dreams. Usually, I wake up in time to feel Cindy's uterus clamp down on my squirting cock as I piss my little 7-year-old sister's womb full of wet sticky cum.
Once in a while, I get a little too violent when I cum and wake Cindy up. She usually goes right back to sleep though, once she knows it's just her big brother squirting his sperm in her womb where it belongs. Cindy likes the feeling of my sperm inside her, and Momma makes sure I give her all she wants. Momma told Cindy to tell her if I don't squirt my white-stuff inside her at least once a day.
Once a day. Hah! That's a laugh. If I don't leave at least 4 helpings of thick sticky baby-juice in the kid's tight little tummy, then it's been a pretty poor day.
Yes, I still fuck Melanie once in a while, though with both Cindy and Chrissie vying for my sperm, it's tough to find extra to squirt in her. Of course, Ginny can always get a little extra, being so tight. I almost like to squirt my sperm in HER womb as much as in either of my little sisters.
When it gets to be too much for me, Momma has Daddy help me out by having Chrissie sleep with him. She won't let Cindy take Daddy's sperm inside her though, until I get her pregnant. Cindy's a little disappointed, as she knows this might be two or three years, or even longer, before our baby starts to grow in her tummy. Still, we both realize how lucky she is to be born in a family that lets her fuck at all. Some kids don't get to fuck until they leave home, let alone fuck their own father. Cindy's dream of at least FINISHING the first grade with a big tummy seems to get less and less likely every day, though we keep trying.
Both of my sisters are glad Momma and Daddy love them enough to let them fuck me and even have babies as soon as possible. Having to wait before Daddy makes a baby in them is worth it. Most girls don't get to fuck their parents at all, let alone have their babies. We're all glad that OUR parents care about us enough to let us do this.
Oh yes, Melanie was over the other day, visiting Chrissie like usual. I stopped in and managed to fuck both of them, almost like the first time.
Just as I was about to fill Melanie's tummy with sperm, she told me that she had just missed her period and there was a chance the baby was mine. Just a chance, mind you, as it was probably her father's, maybe her big brother's, but there's still just a chance it might be mine. My prick felt like it grew a foot-long, and I must have pumped an extra quart of baby-juice in the kid's tight little hole.
I hadn't even known the little kid was even HAVING periods yet, let alone missing any. Melanie says it's because she deliberately never told anybody. That way, her father wouldn't take precautions. Melanie didn't mind getting pregnant, and she wanted us all to have a chance to be the one who did it. Even me.
Someday, I've got to figure a way to thank that little girl for all she's done for me. When I told her this, Melanie patted her tight little tummy and said, "Maybe you already have." I almost left another quart of sperm in the kid's squeezing little sleeve, but I remembered I had my sister still waiting for me to squirt inside her. Having a big belly seems to make my little sister even hornier, if possible.
God, I love those little girls. All four of them. | 1 |
2,363 | On Meyer's Campus | "Sandy?" I asked. "What's an 'Orc'?"
My new roommate (FEMALE!) mumbled up from her studies, "A what? An org? Like in whatever-dot-org? That stands for 'organization, like dot-com stands for 'commercial business'. OK?"
I looked over at her. At five-six, and 160 pounds, I could have gotten a lot prettier roommate... On the other hand, I could have done a lot worse too. Italian, and light-brown-haired, her face was more pretty than beautiful. But she was definitely female; and with my hormones running out of control, that was what I needed at the moment in a roommate. Besides, what interests I didn't have, she did. Which is why I asked her the question.
"No, not 'org'," I corrected her. "'Orc.' 'O-R-C' It says here, the tower was overrun by orcs. I looked the word up; and even the unabridged didn't have it!"
Sandy giggled. Her sandy-colored hair just looking like its namesake; flowing in waves (or better yet, dunes) around her face. "Don't read much fantasy, do you?" she asked/replied.
"Fantasy? You mean like Fairies and such?" I asked.
"Tolkien. Goblins, orcs, and evil created beings," she explained.
"Never heard of them," I replied.
"Well," she asked, "do you know what a goblin is?"
"Short for 'gobble-un'," I replied. "A boogy-man that would gobble-you-up if you weren't good. Something to scare kids with. Why?"
"Well, Orc is another word for goblin... a mean, created nasty intelligent being... and yes, something to scare kids with."
"Oh. Thanks, Sandy." I went back to perusing the book which suddenly made more sense. All the while I was conscious in the background of my mind of the presence of my new roommate. Somehow, in the next two or three hours, the two of us were going to have to get ready for bed... and the fact that at Meyer's College the students went two to a room, with only ONE bed was looming larger and larger as time went on.
You've heard of "Harrad College" or "The Harrad Experiment"? Well, the parents of the kids at Meyer's college had decided that the "experiment" didn't go far enough. Yes, SOME parents remember just how horny and frustrated THEY were is school... and how being forcibly separated from opposite-sex pairings made things so hard, when hormones were at their highest. So, instead of just putting opposite-sex roommates together with separate beds and the expectation that they MIGHT have sex together, here at Meyer's they put opposite sex roommates together in the same bed... NAKED... with the stipulation that we WOULD have sex together. If we found ourselves incompatible, then we had up to two weeks to rearrange things to find compatible bed-partners, or we would be moved to a nearby, more "normal" college, where access to the opposite sex was about as available as it is in jail.
I was lucky I guess, to get somebody as compatible as Sandy. Still, I understand that the faculty spent hundreds of hours of computer time working out the pairings. For sure I had spent enough time peregrinating from one room to another, filling out forms, taking seemingly senseless tests, and answering embarrassing questions, before they ever let me into this place... or even let me know what it was, for that matter. My parents had known, of course. But I hadn't. I presume that Sandy and all the other kids had been put through similar batteries of tests.
I finally closed up the book. Far from being horny or excited, I was almost frightened. Yes, frightened. Frightened that she would find me ugly or incompatible. Frightened that she might find me a lousy-lover. (After all, I was a virgin. What did *I* know about satisfying a girl, except those sex stories on the net? Well... at least I had SOME idea about what a clitoris was, and that girls were supposed to like oral sex. But that was all from reading. Reality is different.) Most of all though, I guess I was frightened that Sandy would laugh at me. After all, pretty girls like her got all the sex they could ever want. All she had to do was say, "Yes," to the first guy that asked her.
Well... that just goes to show how abysmally ignorant a guy can be.
"Uh...," I started; then stopped; blushing.
"Uh...," Sandy repeated back at me.
At first, I thought she was making fun of my shyness... until I noticed that her face was as flaming red as mine was. Somehow, knowing Sandy was as embarrassed as I was made it easier for me.
"Uh... you want to get ready for bed now?" I asked. "I won't look, if you don't want me to."
Sandy blushed even brighter, if possible. "They said we were supposed to get used to seeing each other dress and undress," she responded; reminding me of the edicts about modesty (or lack thereof) the staff had made clear to each of us. "If we don't start right away, it won't get any easier. If we aren't sleeping together naked by this weekend, well, you know the rules...."
"Oh." She was right. "Uh... do you want to go first, or should I?"
Sandy just blushed even redder; almost turning red as a beet.
I figured it was up to me. So, trying to act nonchalant, I shrugged my shirt off over my head. Then, barely remembering to remove my shoes first, my pants soon followed. Sandy stared at me like a bird fascinated by a snake.
Trying to not show how embarrassed I was, I wondered whether to inch my briefs down, or simply yank them off. I finally decided to just take them off normally, and did so.
Standing there naked, with a fully dressed girl staring at me like a frightened dove, was both embarrassing... and ego-building. Here SHE, with all her sexual experience was more scared than I was.
"Uh? Aren't YOU going to get undressed too?" I asked.
Sandy's color had faded a bit to merely pink; but then flashed red again at my question. "Uh... could you do me a favor?" she asked.
Darn. I had SO wanted to see her undress. While I was fairly sure we both WOULD be snuggling naked together under the sheets in short order, the prospect of seeing her naked (and GETTING naked) in front of me, would have satisfied some internal craving I hadn't realized I had until then. "I suppose I COULD turn my back, if you want me to," I said, disappointedly.
"No... I mean... I want you to...," she stumbled. "Could you undress me... at least, for our first time?" Once again, Sandy was beet-red in embarrassment.
Me? I was walking three feet above the floor. "You want ME to undress you?" I asked; not really believing it.
"Please?" she asked. "You don't have to, if you don't want to."
Yeah... I didn't want to, like a guy three days in the desert without water didn't want an ice-cold lemonade. Uhuh.
Somehow, without ever remembering covering the distance between us, I found myself unbuttoning Sandy's blouse. She held her arms out in accommodation; as I struggled with the buttons.
Now you'd THINK that the feel and look and knowledge of the soon-to-be-naked girl I was undressing would be what stimulated my brain (and the little-brain in my prick) into overdrive. However, while the feel of smooth FEMALE skin under my fingers (I couldn't HELP but touch her body on occasion.) and the look of Sandy's firm young breasts, first under the incredibly sexy black brassiere, and then standing firm, conical, naked, and nipple-erect right next to my face, along with similar views (and feels!) of her soft rounded belly and... and... and....
I just couldn't THINK of what was coming next.
No, it wasn't THOSE things that put my brain into overload. It was the SMELL of her. No, not raunchy, stinky, or nasty. There must be some pheromones in the hair alone of sexy young girls that drives men mad with passion. For sure it did me. Ad that to the smell of her skin almost shoved in my nose as I peeled first the blouse off, then worked for desperate minutes to unsnap that beastly-designed man-hater the bra, and finally pulling her pants down, with my nose almost buried in her navel... and I was done for. When I reached for Sandy's black matching panties, well... the smell of sexually aroused woman would be enough to drive a eunuch up the wall. I was no eunuch; and Sandy was enough woman, even at only 16, to satisfy any man. thank God she was "legal age", not "jailbait". I'm not sure I could have stopped what I was doing if I had found out she was only 13, or even younger. Still, the college in this as in all other matters, had been quite careful to ensure that ALL students, even those pushed ahead, were old enough for all of the planned "extracurricular activities" that they intended to help their college put out the finest of graduates.
"Mmmmm. I can see that you LIKE me," commented Sandy, as I pulled her last garment down her legs. Removing the panties left me with my nose almost in the light brown fur of her bush. That was the first words she made since I started undressing her. (Well, if you don't count, "Oooh," and a giggle or two, when I touched her in unexpected spots.)
I looked down...And my new roommate was right. I was sporting an erection that was truly amazing for me. On the previous occasion I had measured myself, I had found a mere six inches... barely half the ruler... and that was pushing it. Right now, my swollen prick both looked and felt almost two inches bigger. Illusion or not, I knew a sexy girl like Sandy was responsible for it. "I do," I said... and meant it.
For several minutes (or was it several hours?) Sandy and I stood there, staring at each other. She had brown hair, a cute face with a rather large turned-up nose, slightly buck-teeth, a wide smile, and incredibly perky breasts. Her tummy was... Shit, I had to stop before I came all over the carpet. While not the modern-day beauty that some people think about, Sandy COULD have posed for Rubens... but not quite that good in the face. She wasn't fat. Not the tiniest hint of cellulite. But she WAS "pleasingly plump." For the first time, I knew what that phrase REALLY meant.
"May I?" I asked, holding out my arms.
It took Sandy a second or two to get my point... then she was in my arms, hugging me. Somehow it didn't seem right to kiss her... yet.
The feel of a naked, squirming, real-live girl in my arms was incredible. Sandy could feel my reaction too.
"We'd better get in bed, before you waste that thing down my leg," she giggled, pointing at where a wet streak of slimy pre-cum was wetting her thigh.
The flush of hot embarrassment was enough to make my prick droop... and forestall the truly humiliating experience of squirting thick white cum all over her leg, instead of up inside her sexy young belly where it belonged.
It was a race to see how fast we could make it into bed together, without getting in each other's way. Somehow, we managed.
"Are you ready?" I asked. It was certainly obvious that I was!
"Don't be silly, I've been waiting for YEARS," panted Sandy in my ear. "Now push!"
"Not half as long as I have, Honey," I told myself. It may have been a year or two since she last got laid... but *I* had been waiting all my life! Still, about being ready, I guess she was right. Sandy's crotch was fully as slippery as the tip of my prick... which had been drooling pre-cum for several minutes now. I pushed.
"Ow!"
"Dammit!"
"Shit."
"Why won't it go?"
From incredible sexiness, to incredible frustration, both for me and for Sandy. We couldn't get it in! It took three tries before Sandy finally reached down between the two of us and held the tip of my prick steady while I forced it in. I was amazed. I had previously thought a woman's vagina was in FRONT of her... not so far back it was literally in the middle between her legs. If I had thought, it would have made sense though... a woman had to have a baby come out there... not out her front.
Suddenly I wasn't thinking about such things. There was a snapping sensation, and then my prick was enveloped in slick wet heat that sucked and milked and... and OH SHOOT!
Yeah, I wasn't more than about five seconds inside her when I lost it, shooting thick white streams of cum in jet after thick white jet of sticky cum into her waiting fertility. I was barely aware of Sandy working madly back, as her hips made gyrations I hadn't known hips could make, to milk my spurting prick of each precious drop of sperm I had in me.
It was only when we were both calming down that I realized what had happened. We had been so involved we had forgotten to take precautions! Right then, my sperm might be approaching her ovum and creating a new life within her. "I'm sorry," I groaned. "I just forgot."
"I didn't," she answered back. "I'm a GOOD Catholic Girl. My father would disown me if I didn't take your seed in me properly."
"Your father?" I asked.
"He believes in some of the old-style ways of doing things; like 'good girls' don't sleep around, even though he's trying to shed the image the Families have by embracing new thoughts and ideas. That's why I'm here," she explained. "Good girls don't use birth-control, and only sleep with one man at a time. Good Catholic girls, that is. Not even Daddy expects a modern woman to stay with one man forever, though. Nobody does, any more."
"Families?" I had a sudden image of black-coated men in black limousines, spraying bullets at my tumbling body. "Your family is Mafioso?" I shivered.
"Upstarts," smiled Sandy, pulling me back into her embrace.
"Huh?" I asked.
"My family is Camorra," she explained. "The Mafia are newcomers."
Somehow, that didn't make me feel better. "Your father..." I started, then looked down in horror. A red streak on the girl's thigh gave mute evidence that Sandy was no more experienced than I was. "You were a virgin," I whispered. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"I had to lose it sometime," she responded. "Besides, it was your first time too, wasn't it?"
Somehow, that didn't make me feel better, either. "Your father..." I repeated, still thinking about what an Italian Don would do to somebody who debauched his little girl... and from the evidence of the red streak on my prick, I had just taken this little girl's virginity.
"Daddy SENT me here, remember?" she reassured me. "If you did succeed in planting a little one in my tummy, then Daddy will grubstake you in business... to make sure you earn enough money to support the kid. OK?"
Well, what COULD I say?
"OK."
We went back to the sublime task of making SURE that I had succeeded in planting my seed in her fertile young womb. It took me almost half an hour to recover, during which we both cleaned up, wiped the mess from between her legs and mine, showered together, and then snuggled close until we both felt the rising of my prick against her belly. As we did, we talked about her family, my family, her studies, my studies, and the things we would do together, whether or not she ever did end up pregnant. It's simply amazing how having sex together will break the ice and make you into friends, if you weren't before.
The second time I slid inside her, there was none of the frantic urgency of our first coupling. This time, we both knew where her vagina was located, and how to get me inside her. I was also not so urgent that I was going to blow my seed all over the inside of her womb without her barely getting warmed up.
It was actually squeakier and tighter getting inside her though. But Sandy soon warmed up. Before the night was over, she had gone from trembling innocent virgin to succubus intent on draining my body of every drop of precious seed stored in my prostate. I could see why the ancients had dreamed of demon-lovers like succubus and succubi who drained their victims by having sex with them until they succumbed to the insatiable appetites of their demon-lovers.
Only... when I woke up the next morning, instead of feeling drained from a night of debauchery, I felt more alive and rested than ever before. I also felt more lecherous; and the sight of the naked young woman lying waiting and willing next to me, soon had me as ready and amorous as the night before.
Luckily it was a weekend; as I don't think either Sandy or I could have stopped arousing each other during class... and who knows what might have happened then. I shudder at the prospect of what might happen over at the University, as they didn't have the expectation for their students that the College did. But... perhaps it wasn't really luck. The College staff had planned everything else fairly well, why not this?
From shy virgin myself, I grew quite confident during that first weekend. I not only ejaculated about two quarts of thick white sperm in Sandy's always-receptive young belly; each time filling her womb with jet after jet of thick white baby-goo, as I did my best to both make up for 16 years of living like a priest, and also to start the life growing within Sandy that she seemed to want even more than I did. Why, I never could figure out. Besides that, I got to eat her hot little box (once Sandy figured out that I really WANTED to) several times, and even (yes really!) slid my prick one time all the way up inside her tight little ass. We both decided that was OK... but not nearly as much fun as squirting thick white gobs of baby-goo into her fertile young tummy where it really belonged. Even the two or three times Sandy sucked on me to get ready, we both were careful to save my ejaculations for inside her.
Usually, you'd expect a teenager to be quite careful of letting a man actually cum inside her unprotected vagina. Sandy, on the other hand, seemed to WANT me to get her pregnant... as if she had something to gain by it, instead of it being a problem or "curse" like some women seemed to think. Well, if she wanted my baby, then I was quite willing to give it to her. It actually gave me hope that Sandy might look in favor on the idea of having me around permanently. Well, I could only hope. | 1 |
2,369 | A short interlude with nieces I | "Uh, what's Uncle Fred doing, Momma?" grunted Jenny, her voice slightly strained as she pushed back at me, looking down at where my swollen prick was stretching her tight little slit and getting ready to spit thick, greasy gobs of pearly white incestuous cum into her defenseless young belly.
"Don't worry, Honey," responded my big sister, looking proudly at where her pedophile brother's prick was about to fill her eldest daughter's womb with incestuous seed. "He's just cumming in you. I managed to get your uncle to promise he'd try and get each of you girls pregnant with his babies as often as he could. So I want you to squirm back at him and make sure Uncle Fred squirts his cum as far up in your tummy as he can, OK?"
"Yes, Momma," replied Jenny, obediently working to take as much of my thick prick up inside her squeezing little slit as she could. Her two little sisters looked wide-eyed at the spectacle of their big sister and uncle mating like rabbits on the bed in front of them, where my prick was bulging in their older sister's belly, throbbing and squirting the child's developing womb full of her own uncle's incestuous seed. Their surprise, however, didn't keep either of the two naked little girls from fingering their own tight little slits in expectation of when I shortly would be doing the same thing to them as I was doing to their big sister. The sight of the two adorable children's fingers in their bare little slits made me squirt just that much harder into the older girl's squeezing cunny, in anticipation of how tight the two little girls' slits would feel when my prick first slid into their bodies, how their tight little cunnies would squeeze and clamp around my swollen prick, and how ecstatically good their clasping little tunnels would make my squirting penis feel when it was their turn for each of the adorable little girls to feel me ejaculate my sperm as far up in their cute little tummies as I was presently doing in their big sister's hot little hole. That even the nine-year-old was having periods and thus was as nubile and fertile as the barely teenaged girl I was squirting my cum inside at that very moment was more thrill at the prospect of actually fathering a child on each of the little girls, the thought of actually getting a girl that young pregnant with my sperm being incredibly erotic, than worry about what would happen if one, two, or all three of my sexy young nieces ended up with big bellies from this episode. The very thought of getting three such little girls in a family way made me ejaculate more sperm in their barely 13-year-old big sister than I thought I had in me, while Marcia silently egged me on, watching with fascination as I filled her oldest little girl's belly with my seed, knowing I would similarly be filling her two younger daughters' tummies with sperm, doing my best to knock both kids up as fast and as often as I could, as soon as I could get it up after pumping my baby into the older girl's fertile young womb.
I still couldn't believe that my kinky big sister really *wanted* me, her own pedophile brother, to fuck, cum inside the fertile young bellies of, and then actually get all three of her nubile young daughters, including the two cute little pre-teens, my own three adorably sexy little nieces of whom I had been having wet-dreams about squirting thick gray gobs of my sticky sperm right up inside each of their cute little tummies for years, pregnant with their own uncle's babies. But that didn't keep me from doing it anyway.
Feeling a cute little girl's tight little cunny clamping and squeezing about your squirting prick while you spasm your sexy young niece's cute little tummy full of your babies is a sensation that every uncle should feel at least once. Thank Goodness the girls seem to like it as much or even more than I do, and even seem to appreciate how good it feels to a pedophile like me. | 1 |
2,372 | Tall Tales Night | "It's *my* turn? Are you sure?"
A chorus of agreements.
"Well, if you say so. That story your father told will be hard to top, but if you all insist."
"OK. But the story I have to tell involves sex ... LOTS of sex, and ...."
"Mom! We're BIG girls now."
"Yeah, Mom."
"OK." <Sigh.> "You girls do grow up so fast. Still, I was a lot younger than you when ... But that's part of my story."
"Mom!"
"OK. OK. I'll get to it. Now I want you all to understand this story I'm about to tell is God's own truth. If there's anything that seems a little out-of-order, it's probably because of my poor memory after all these years. I'm telling the story as I remember it, not necessarily exactly as it happened."
|Whispered:| >"Why do all really *big* lies start out with the teller saying, `It's God's own truth?"`<
"Marie! Who's telling this lie, you or me?"
"Sorry Mom." <Giggle.>
"I don't really remember the first time I had sex. Mom had me sleeping with my brothers since long before I even remember. Since later-on Mom usually moved the babies out of cribs when they were about three years old, I assume she moved me into the bedroom with Danny, Tim, and Bill when I was about that old myself. I never did ask her.
"I never did have my own bed when sleeping at home. In the bedroom I shared with my three big brothers, there were two `standard' full-sized beds, and none of them were assigned to any one of us. The first to head for bed would just pick a bed each night, and then the other three would pile in to whatever space was left. Usually the bed and side near the window was preferred ... unless it was in the winter, when the opposite bed and side near the heater was the one wanted.
<Gasp.> >"Shhhhh!`<
"Like I said, I don't really remember the first time I had sex with my brothers. It seemed like I was always doing it. From what I gathered later from the boys, I was probably sucking all three of them off from the time I was three years old or even younger; and they were making ME "feel good" by licking me "down there", feeling me up, rubbing my chest and body, and probably poking fingers up my crack too. I certainly don't remember ever having a virginity to lose, let alone any pain or problems losing it.
"One of my earliest memories of anything sexual was lying on some flat surface ... It could have been one of the beds, the couch, or even the kitchen table with something soft on it, while kissing one of the boys (I think it was Bill, but it could have been any one of them.) and feeling his thick finger going in and out of my body while I lifted my bum to get it farther inside me. What was special about that particular moment I guess, was looking up and seeing my mother watching. At first I was a bit scared she might make my brother stop ... but when Momma didn't say anything, I went back to enjoying what we were doing. And that's *all* I remember of that. I'm not sure how old I was then ... It could have been quite a while after I'd already started having sex; but near as I can figure, it was probably when I was about four years old. For sure it wasn't the first time for me, as it seemed so *normal* to be kissing one of my brothers while he finger-fucked me; forcing his thick finger all the way to the hilt in my body while I squirmed and tried to get it even deeper inside me.
"Four years old, and already enjoying what today would be called `being molested.' Molested or not, I certainly never thought of it that way. `Molesting', to me, implies forcing unwanted sexual attention on somebody younger than you. For sure it wasn't exactly `unwanted' sexual attention, as I remember chasing my big brothers around, far more often than they ever came to me.
"Even later, when I was six and past, and we were having regular sexual intercourse several times a day, it was more ME going after one of the boys and trying to get him to pork me than any of them trying to seduce his little sister. I didn't NEED seducing. I was `ready' almost all the time; and even the few times I wasn't, it was easy for the boys to talk me into helping them get off ... because I knew full well it would be ME begging one of THEM to get me off in an hour or two ... and turn-about *is* fair play.
"Like I said, I don't really remember the first time I had sex. I was probably sucking the boys off (and having THEM suck ME off) since I was about three or so. I'm not sure when we first attempted vaginal intercourse; but I assume the boys had been jacking off in me for months, if not years, before one of them (probably Danny or Bill) got first the head of his prick inside me, and then later the whole thing.
"Whatever. In any case, I'm pretty sure all three boys were not only fucking me like a grownup, but ejaculating sperm all the way up inside my little vagina by the time I was six and Billy was ten. Well ... OK ... Maybe Bill *didn't* actually cum in me until he was 11 or 12 ... but he sure liked porking me at least as much as our big brothers did.
"At that time, I wasn't really aware of `having sex' as something special. It was just something the boys and I DID every day. I assumed everybody else did the same as I did; waking up next to one of my brothers, sometimes with his prick still inside me from the night before, feeling his prick going in and out of my body, sometimes while lying side-by-side, sometimes with my big brother on top of me, and sometimes with me on top; forcing my brother's penis as deep inside my body as I could get it to go, while shivering and enjoying his prick jerking and squirting inside me. All the while we were making love (and believe it or not, that's what it was) our other two brothers would usually be watching, sometimes patiently, sometimes not, for `their turn' with their little sister. I *LIKED* being the center of attention. Besides, it felt so good that I never wanted to stop; while the boys usually gave out after about two or three times in the morning.
"During the day (except on Sundays) it was usually harder for us to find time to fuck properly ... not that we all didn't try. Sometimes it was all we could do for just *one* of the boys and me to get together for a quick suck. A bit frustrating for me; but quite a few times I remember us having a quick rendezvous in the shed, bathroom, or even bedroom for a quick feel and then having Danny, Bill, or Tim jerking his cum into my mouth, while I tried not to get it on my dress and make a mess."
"Ick."
"You didn't swallow his ... Ick."
"Have YOU ever tried it?"
"Oh, GROSS, no way!"
"Don't knock it until you have."
"But Mom! All the girls I know spit ... Oops."
"Hmm? So you know several girls who give blow-jobs?"
"Dad! I wasn't supposed to tell.
"How about you girls? Have any of you?"
"Um ...."
"I see. And have any of the boys cum in your mouths?"
......
"Well, like I said, don't knock it until you've tried it."
"But Mom, it tastes like snot!"
"Oh ... you *have* tried it. I suppose you've just spat it out without really tasting it, from what you say." <Sigh.> "I guess that's what happens when your father and I neglect your sex education. Here I *expected* them to teach you kids about sex in school."
"Mom! They don't teach SEX in school!"
"They don't? Then what was all that hoorah about sex-education in the PTO meeting a year or so ago. Well, never mind. I'm supposed to be telling a story."
"Yeah ... WHAT a story."
"Shuddup, BirdBrain. I wanna' hear what happened next."
"Well, contrary to what YOU kids think, cum doesn't taste all that bad. In fact, it's kinda' good, once you get used to the stickiness of it. In a way, it's kinda' like oatmeal ... not exactly what you'd choose for breakfast, given a choice, but good in a sticky-sweet bland kind of way. I don't remember even thinking about *not* swallowing my brothers' cum, once one of them squirted in my mouth. It would have been like spitting up cereal once you put the spoon in your mouth. I wasn't one to go licking up every stray drop when they squirted it elsewhere; it just seemed natural to swallow it when they ejaculated in my mouth. Some girls, I understand, like the taste of semen so much they go chasing it. `Cum Guzzlers' or `Semen Freaks' I think they're called. Ask your father. As I remember, Dan had a girlfriend once ...."
"You're never going to let me forget Shirley, are you."
"Do you WANT to forget Shirley?"
"Uh ...."
"I thought not."
"Anyway, I remember once, it must have been when I was about seven or maybe a bit older, when Mom barged in on the four of us one morning, when I was doing my best to bring all three boys off at one. Bill was lying on the bed; and I was doing a sit-down rhumba on top of him, while Danny was trying to keep his prick buried in my behind while I squirmed on our little brother. In the meantime I was sucking Tim off in a menage that must have been quite erotic for Momma to see."I'm not sure how long she stood there watching, but when I became aware our mother was looking at the four of us making love together, I suddenly began jerking, shaking, and clenching my vagina and ass around the two younger boys as I got off. It was only Tim's prick in my mouth and my not wanting to bite it off that kept me from wailing and yelling how good it felt.
"I guess that got Danny and Bill off. It took me about another three minutes though to make Tim squirt in my mouth. I was almost ready to fuck him instead, when I felt him get big and then thick gooey squirts filled my mouth so full it was all I could do to keep up with him by swallowing as fast as I could.
"Once it was over and the four of us collapsed in a heap on the bed, with Bill and Danny's sperm leaking in white streams from my slightly sore asshole and overused little cunny, I looked around and Momma was gone. She never said a word about it.
"It couldn't have been much longer after that, shortly after I turned eight years old, I think, that I found myself in my mother and father's bed, with Momma reaching down between my legs and directing Daddy's prick up inside my body for the first time, as he snuggled up to me from behind.
"No, I didn't even think of objecting. Why should I? If Daddy wanted to use my body to jack-off into, like the boys did every night and several times a day, then why not? I certainly didn't mind, as long as Momma didn't either. Even though the boys had pretty well stretched me out (especially Tim) it still was quite a stretch for me to take Daddy's prick inside me. It took Daddy about three slides before we both lubricated enough for him to fit all the way inside me, and then I felt stuffed like a turkey at Thanksgiving. Good-stuffed, the way you feel so nicely full at Thanksgiving dinner from knowing you ate too much, but not wanting to have missed a single bite. That kind of comfortable stuffed feeling, at the same time enjoying family around you who are all feeling just as good and full as you are. It was like that, lying in Daddy's arms, his thick prick buried all the way up in my belly, knowing Momma and Daddy loved me enough to share their love with me in the best way possible, the way I'd only been allowed to share with the boys up until now.
"I guess Momma and Daddy didn't want to take the chance on hurting me before then. For sure Daddy's prick would probably have split me wide open if I'd tried to fit it inside me earlier. And don't ask me why I never thought of making love to Daddy before that night. I guess it just never occurred to me, just like it doesn't seem to have occurred to either one of you two girls to have sex with Dan, no matter how much you both would have enjoyed making love to your father. Whatever.
"Anyway, it must have been even more exciting for Daddy than it was to me; as it didn't take more than about three slides in and out before Daddy was jerking and squirting his thick heavy cum in my belly, forcing his prick as far up inside me as the two of us working together could get it to go.
"Once Momma saw Daddy had finished jerking his cum in my body and she was sure her husband's seed was safely into her daughter's belly, his sperm oozing into my womb where it belonged, she turned over and went to sleep, though how she managed that without at least jacking off herself, I'll never know. A few minutes later Daddy was also snoring, his prick still holding his cum bottled up in my vagina like a cork.
"It took a bit longer for me to fall asleep. After all, it isn't every night that a girl gets to fuck her own father for the first time, having full vaginal sexual intercourse with first her daddy's prick and then his cum inside her belly. I felt my cunny clamping and squeezing and milking Daddy's prick for each precious drop for almost a half hour, until it stiffened just a bit inside me, making Daddy snuggle up closer and send another wonderful half-inch inside my tummy where it felt like it had belonged forever.
"Two times that night I woke up to feeling Daddy sliding in and out before jerking yet another heavy load of cum inside me. I think maybe he even dumped a load inside me while I was sleeping, but I was so full of prick and sticky goo anyway, that I couldn't be sure. Once, I was fairly sure I saw Momma's eyes watching me as Daddy jerked and squirted yet another thick gob of goo up my tummy, but again I can't be sure.
"In the morning Daddy got on top of me and fucked me 'missionary style' while Momma was in the bathroom taking her morning shower. Momma got back just as Daddy finished, pulling out and leaving me lying there, legs lewdly spread, and thick white gobs of incestuous goo pulsing out of my vagina. For some reason I felt more embarrassed at lying there open like that with my father's gooey seed oozing from between my widespread legs than having Daddy on top of me jerking his sperm into my developing womb while Momma watched her husband breeding their daughter like a dog breeding a bitch that just happens to be one he'd fathered on his own mother. Not, mind you, that I'm suggesting any such relationship between Momma and Daddy. People who raise dogs for puppies often breed mother-to-son or father-to-daughter to help get or keep desired characteristics. Whatever. In any case, it was all I could do to stagger off to the bathroom, wipe up a bit, and then head down the hall to climb in bed with Tim, just in time to be there when the boys woke up and needed sex with their little sister.
"Somehow that morning seemed extra special, and I kept working on each of my brothers until all three of them couldn't get it up. Mike and Tim managed three times apiece, while Danny somehow squeaked at least four shots of cum into my body. God, was that fun.
"After that, Daddy became just one more of the boys that I fucked. Only every two or three weeks would I end up in bed between my parents like that first time, and then Daddy would usually only fuck me once at night and once in the morning like the boys usually did. But even when I didn't sleep with them, I would usually head down the hall, sometimes after doing the boys, and sometimes before, climb into bed with my parents and have Daddy stick his prick inside me and then slide in and out until his sperm was squirting in thick white gooey jets into my waiting womb. Then I'd go back down to our bedroom and climb back in bed with the boys who were almost always waiting for me by then, and we'd then do either seconds or firsts, or sometimes even thirds and fourths until all four of us were satisfied and my body was covered with and soaked inside with what seemed like several cups of family cum. Mike, Tim, and Danny would sometimes rub my body down with the thick gooey stuff squirted on my body and leaking from my cunny (and sometimes my ass too), rubbing it in until my skin glowed and they had once again let me know just how sexy and wonderful they found their little sister, and how much they all appreciated making love with me.
"After that, it was no longer strange to find me in the house, sitting on my father's lap, his prick buried to the hilt in my body, while we both watched television. The boys and I tried this a few times, but it never seemed to work out as well as it did with Daddy. Once this was started, we no longer seemed so shy about having sex around the house, so Momma would often walk in on two, three, four, or sometimes all five of us (Me, Daddy, Tim, Danny, and Bill) making love together or separately. I think I became vaguely aware that sometimes two or three of my brothers (and later even Daddy too) would end up together when I wasn't available, and it was shortly after that, that I found myself making love to Daddy while Momma cooed and encouraged us, feeling up my body just like one of the boys usually did. When Momma stroked and then licked my clit while Daddy was jerking his cum in my belly one day, well, it became yet another part of sex to be looked-forward-to. One day I woke up to feeling Momma's tongue tickling my little puss, while her hairy vagina was about six inches away from my face and, soon my mother was as much a part of my sex life as Daddy or any of the boys.
"No, Momma never asked me to lick her twat, but with her doing such a good job on mine, how could I resist wanting to make her feel as good as she was making me feel? While I'll never be a lesbian, there's something to be said about making love to your own mother and father too.
"I had my first period a few months before my tenth birthday, when I was still nine years old. Momma told me not to worry about it, that she'd explain later, and she did.
"About a week after my tenth birthday, and about two after my third period, Momma called the whole family together in the big bedroom where she had me lie on the bed, Daddy get on top of me, and then she showed all of us how babies were made by having Daddy fuck me, cum in me, and ejaculate his sperm in my womb. All the time Daddy was sliding in and out, Momma was telling us about how my body made eggs each month, and if they got fertilized the eggs might develop into a baby boy or baby girl that would be part of me and part of whoever it was put his seed in my tummy. Then, when Daddy was cumming inside me, she told us all how Daddy was putting his sperm in my tummy, and how if we were both lucky, I could be having my own little brother or sister in about nine months.
"Afterwards, Momma had each one of the boys get on top of me and try to get me pregnant, so we all knew what it was like to make a baby. That we had already been trying for months and years, was ignored. This was the first time any of us (except possibly Tim) had known the chance we were taking.""After that, for almost a month, there was far more frantic sex going on, as all three of my brothers tried desperately to be the first one to father a child on me, and I worked equally hard with all three of them (and Daddy too) to achieve the same result. Then things calmed down when my periods kept coming around regular as clockwork, and Momma told us that with me having almost continuous sexual intercourse with all four men in the house, my chances were actually *less* than if I was just fucking one of the boys.
Only... How could I neglect any of the boys, or even Daddy, no matter how much I was turned-on by the idea of having my own baby? Seeing even one of them with a hard-on meant for me was enough to make my panties all wet. I never could resist one of my brothers (or Daddy either) when I knew I was turning one of them on.
Fun as it was fucking the boys two or three times a day, apiece, and sometimes four or five times if I could talk them into it (I got pretty good at talking Danny and Tim into screwing me in the afternoons, let alone at night after we all went to bed), it's nothing like fucking Daddy. There's something about having your own father as a lover, feeling his prick stretching your vagina, his breath panting in your ear, his penis sliding in and out of your body and then swelling and spurting thick heavy gobs of potent seed at your uterus that just can't be appreciated by somebody who hasn't made love to her own male parent at least once. It's too bad every girl doesn't get to feel her father pumping his baby-juice into her belly at least once.
"Oh, I don't mean ANY father should rape his little girl, or even that Moms should encourage their daughters to seduce their husbands. It's just that there's something extra special for a girl to feel her own father fucking her, sliding his prick up in her belly, and trying to get her pregnant with his baby by flooding her womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt, and jet after gooey jet of his sperm. Girls who haven't felt this wonderful thing not only haven't known the true love a father has for his little girl, but obviously haven't shown their father how much they truly love him... by pulling him into their bodies when his prick swells and belches his baby-making seed into their developing fertilities. Maybe most girls shouldn't actually have their own father's babies... But I think it's a damned shame that most girls never even get to feel their father TRY to get them pregnant.
So it went for about the next two years. I got most of my sex from my brothers, but enough from Daddy to know the idea of knobbing his own kid wasn't exactly a turn-off for him. Mom usually saw to it that Daddy and I managed at least one get-together a week; and often three or four times. Knowing Daddy was *trying* to get me pregnant each time, was such a thrill, I can't really describe.
It was shortly after I reached puberty, but quite a while before I developed much in the breast or pussy-hair department, that Momma started arranging for "babysitting" with me and Grandpa.
I never met my grandfather on my father's side... or if I did, I was too young to remember it. But Grandma and Grandpa had been part of my life ever since I could remember. But it wasn't until about six months after Grandma died that Grandpa became part of my sexual life as well.
It's funny, but I honestly *don't* remember it ever starting. It just seemed that when I was about ten and a half I found myself being left off at Grandpa's house every day, and about two hours later Momma would pick me up, clutching my panties in one hand, and Grandpa's thick seed dripping from my vagina clear down to my socks. I don't remember a first time, or ever even being *asked*. It just was something Grandpa and I did... just like with my brothers. Momma would drop me off in the afternoon to `take a nap with Grandpa' and I'd be inside the door, shedding my clothes, before Momma got the car fully started. About two minutes later Grandpa would join me in bed, his thick prick poking up my behind and between my legs... and we'd nap together.
Sometimes we'd nap with his prick actually stuck up inside me; but not usually. About an hour or a little more later I'd wake up with Grandpa's "afternoon wood" poking between my legs, I'd fit it inside me, and we'd both enjoy a nice afternoon fuck for a deliciously long time. Grandpa often took well over half an hour before squirting inside me. While not quite as prolific as Tim or Daddy, my grandfather always did have a decent amount of thick gooey sperm to squirt inside me. Well, after all, Grandpa wasn't all THAT old back then.
After we both got off, Grandpa would fix a light snack while I got into my dress and shoes... picking up my panties... and we'd sit at the table snacking until Momma arrived to pick me up. Not once did Momma ever say a word about her father wearing nothing but a robe with his cum-dripping penis still oozing sperm, or my vagina leaving wet smears on the wooden chairs and dripping her father's seed all the way out to the car and oozing yet more cum onto the towel she always had waiting there for me to sit on, so it didn't soak into the upholstery. Oh, once or twice maybe, when she got there a bit early, and I just got out of the bedroom while still dripping thick gooey gobs of cum down both legs, Momma asked something like, "Did you take care of your grandfather?" or something like that, and I'd always answer back, "Yes, Momma. I took *real* good care of Grandpa."
It wasn't until I was about twelve years old that Momma had Daddy get me pregnant for the first time. Momma had Daddy take me on a business-trip with him (and to an amusement park at the same time) so it would *just* be Daddy and me having sex while I was between periods and fertile.
God, was that wonderful. Not just the amusement park, where we spent three whole days, nor even the sex, though that was good too. I missed Bill, Danny and Tim a little bit, but not too much, since Daddy and I were busy most of the time. When not in the park itself, we were driving back and forth to the park, and when not doing either one or eating or any of the other things you do on a trip, we were in the motel room making love.
It was just like my honeymoon years later with your father, Dan. Only THIS honeymoon was with my own father. While Daddy rented a room with two queen sized beds each night, we only slept in the one. Daddy was mine, and I was Daddy's little girl to love, hold, and make-love-to for nine glorious days. Daddy all to myself, and me all for Daddy. And each time we made love, it was as if we were celebrating a sacrament of being married together. And, just like if we *were* married, each night we put our sex parts together and tried our best to make a new life, just like married couples are supposed to do.
There's something incredibly wonderful about making love to your own father that no girl who hasn't done it will ever fully appreciate. To feel your father, the man you've loved all your life and who has loved you since before you were born, crawl between your outspread legs and poke his swollen member into the secret spot between those legs where babies are made....
It just passes description. Feeling your own father sliding his penis in and out of your body, then him jerking and thrusting into you, while you jerk and moan and squeeze his wonderful penis; milking it for the precious seed you know he has inside. Then feeling your father jerk and push; knowing he's ejaculating his sperm up inside your uterus, actually *trying* to get you pregnant with his baby, while your fucking becomes slick and wet with his spending inside you... It's something no little girl should be forced to go without. I swore then that no girl-child of mine would miss out on what I felt then. There's just *nothing* like feeling your own father pumping his sperm in your belly; trying to get you pregnant with your own little brother or sister.
Wonder-of-wonders, it worked; and I missed my period just barely three months after my twelfth birthday.
At first, being pregnant was fun. My body developed, my boobs grew to three times their original size, my vagina got almost as furry as Momma's, and boys *other* than my own brothers started noticing me. It was like I was suddenly a princess. Having your own father's baby growing inside you is something I can honestly recommend to every little girl... IF you can get your parents to go for it like I did.
Once we knew I was pregnant, it seemed everybody in the family, from the boys to Grandpa and Daddy, even Momma, wanted to fuck me more than ever. I was in hog-heaven for horny little girls. Momma took pictures of my expanding belly over the next few months... and even private ones for just the family with a Polaroid Camera, showing me fucking, sucking, and having full vaginal intercourse with each one, all the time my belly grew from a "normal" flat little tummy of a 12-year-old to beachball size, then watermelon size, and then to the fully enormous 9-month-pregnant belly of a teenager.
Well... almost teenager anyway. I gave birth to my little sister Alicia just barely a week before my thirteenth birthday, so I guess you could still call me a preteen even then. While being pregnant AT FIRST was something fun, the later stages were quite wearing. Carrying around almost thirty extra pounds, for a girl who is normally not even 100 pounds herself, is quite a load. By the time Alicia was due, I was almost ready to cut the poor kid out myself.My back ached, my kidneys felt like they were going to split from peeing all the time, and I could barely stand upright. Thank God I didn't have to stand up to have sex.
"I don't remember much about giving birth... thank Goodness. I remember the pains starting Sunday evening, and then getting sharper and sharper until we knew this was the 'real thing' by midnight. Why do babies always seem to come in the middle of the night? After that, a hurried rush to the hospital with the pains getting worse and worse... and then suddenly waking up with a VERY sore tush and somebody handing me a pink, wet, and red-headed bundle that suddenly soothed everything into feeling just right. Such a *little* thing, only seven pounds, eight ounces, to have given me that enormous belly.
"It took almost three days of trying before 'Licia was sucking normally, but from then on the kid grew like a weed. All of my daughters, including you two, were happy healthy kids, with only a slight ear-infection or mild cold to worry me or my parents.
"After that, Momma had Tim get me pregnant about 8 months later... Just about the time I got my figure back. Then Mom had each of my other two brothers 'do the job' after that, about a year apart, so I'd be 'finished' having kids before I started college. I had a final baby (your great-aunt Shelly) by Grandpa when I was eighteen, and about six months before I met your father Dan. Your father never knew that all the "little sisters" I had were actually all kids of mine... only one, the oldest, actually being a true "sister" of mine by my own father. I never told him until about three months before we got married. For some reason, it never bothered him to know that Daddy had fathered my own little sister on me when I was younger than you are... well, younger than Marie is, anyway.
"Eventually, when Momma died, Daddy ended up marrying my little sister Alicia, Each of the boys ended up marrying his own daughter by me... and Grandpa, while he hasn't married Aunt Shelly *yet*, already has two kids by her, and they're hoping a third one is on the way. Tim, Danny, and Bill each have one kid each, while Alicia and Daddy have produced yet another baby-sister, and another little girl almost due any day now.
"So that's *my* story... and as I said in the beginning, it's God's own Truth."
"Har, har HAR!"
"Oh, Mom... that SO rich!"
"Mom wins! Mom wins! Ain't NOBODY going to top THAT story, whaddya' say?"
"Definitely, Mom's the winner."
<Snicker.> "God's own Truth, indeed."
"Yeah, I wonder why all tall tales start that way? As if...."
"Yeah... When you hear somebody say that, you just *know* it's going to be the biggest tall tale of all."
<Snort!>
"How about some hot chocolate. All these stories make me a little bit pecky."
"Or peckery." <Giggle.> "Like that part about Mom sucking her own brothers off since she was three. Gawd."
<Snicker.>
"Mmmm... Good."
"Yeah. Say, Mom?"
"Mmmm?"
"Since you don't seem to have *that* much objection to incest... Well, not as much as some people do anyway. None of the other moms *I* know of would ever tell such a tale anyway... Gawd, Grandpa marrying his own daughter/granddaughter by his own kid. It almost seems real."
"So... what's your question? You seemed to have dropped it somewhere."
"Well... If you don't mind incest *that* much, what would you say if you came in one day and found me and Dad on the bed, my legs wrapped around him and Dad's prick buried to the hilt in my body... just the way you said you used to go to bed with *your* father in that story?"
"Well... I SUPPOSE I'd just look closely to see if the two of you were actually fucking, and not just making love without intercourse, and then, when I was SURE your father's prick was actually inside you, I'd yell, 'What do you think you're DOING?!?!' If I saw Dan had a condom on, or I knew you were on the pill. As long as I knew he was ejaculating his sperm inside you while you were fertile, I probably wouldn't say a thing. I'd just get closer to make sure Dan ejaculated as far up inside each of you as he could."
"Oh Gawd!" <Snort!> "That's even bigger than the tale you told earlier!"
"Yeah Mom. You don't expect either of us to believe you wouldn't mind if Dad knocked one of us up, now do you? I mean, parents just don't DO such things. Why I've heard of several people getting divorced, just because the dad looked at his daughter a little funny. You wouldn't REALLY let us go to bed with Dad... would you?"
"Dan? Whaddya' think?"
"Huh, Hon?"
"I think it's time our little girls learn how babies are made."
"Well...."
"They're both old enough. Even Carol had her first period over three moths ago. How better for a girl to learn about sex and babies than by having her father show her *personally* where babies come from, and how they get into little girls' cute little bellies? You know we've discussed this before."
"Yes, Dear." <Sigh.>
"Now don't sigh like it would be some onerous chore for you to knob your own kid. You know damned good and well you'll enjoy this as much as the girls will. Thank Goodness YOU at least don't have any of those silly prejudices against fucking your own kids or stupid hangups and worries about getting your little girls pregnant with your babies when you cum in them, like so many men do these days."
"Yes, Dear."
"Well?"
"Huh?"
"What are you girls WAITING for. Hurry up and get undressed, before your father wastes his cum all over the bed. Can't you see your father is waiting? Geesh... Kids these days, have to be prompted for everything."
"You mean you want us to...."
"Marie?"
"I dunno' Carol... I guess...."
"Well... Your father's waiting."
....
"I guess not. OK, Dan. Get dressed. I'm not forcing either of...."
"Mom wait! I'll do it, if Marie won't."
"Hey! It's MY turn first. I asked Mom, don't you remember?"
"But I thought you...."
"Oh go *ahead*. BE first. But I get seconds!"
"Oh God. Oh God. It's really going in. Oh God."
"See... I *told* you it would fit. The KY helps too."
"Oh. Oh. Oooch. Ow. No, that's OK. Just don't push so hard."
"God, I can't believe she's actually doing it."
"Your turn is next, you know."
"I know."
"Oh God, it's almost in."
"Yeah, Dad's almost all the way inside you, squirt."
"Oh wow."
"Oh God, Tammy, I don't think I can hold out. She's... Oh God, she's...."
"Carol, stop squeezing on your father like that. You're going to make him cum inside you before you hardly get started."
"I can't help it, Mom I... Oh God Mom I...."
"Oh shit!"
"Oh Mom... OOOOHHH MOMMY! It feels... Oh Mommy."
"Dad is cumming in you, Squirt."
"Oooh, TELL me about it."
"Feel yourself getting slick inside, Hon? Feel your father's prick jerking inside you? That's your father's sperm going up inside your tummy. If you're both lucky, and it's the right time of month... When was your period, Honey?"
"I dunno... a couple weeks ago... maybe a little bit more. Huh, huh, huh. Feels good."
"Since it's the right time of month, there's a good chance your father is getting you pregnant with his baby right NOW. Not quite as good as your big sister will have, but a fair chance anyway. Dan *could* be planting his baby in your tummy right now. Isn't that exciting?"
"Oh... hoh... ho. Yes, Mom. Wow. Pregnant by my own dad. Wowsers."
"If you two kids are *really* lucky, you could each have a little sister by your dad... and watch your father knob *them* just like I watched my dad do to my little sister Alicia when she was your age. Now go wipe up. It'll probably take at least a half hour before your father recovers enough to try and knock-up your big sister, like he did you."
"Oh God Mom... You don't REALLY mean to say that Tall Tale you told us about your brothers and Gramps was the truth, do you?"
"Of course... Every word of it, just like I said. You don't think I'd LIE to either one of you two kids, do you?"
"On Tall Tales Night, I'm not sure I'd believe you if you told me the Sun comes up in the East and sets in the West."
"Well... Truth is often stranger than fiction, you know."
"Yeah... I know. But THIS strange?"
"Ask me tomorrow."
"Yes, Mom."
"In the meantime... If it's not... you'd better hurry up. Your father's almost recovered from cumming in your little sister. If you don't want to miss what might be your only chance... I mean, if this IS actually all just a Tall Tale...."
"Oh God... Oh God... Oh God... Oh God, it's good. If I had known how good it would feel, I'd have raped Dad years ago. Oh God."
"Careful Dear. If you don't watch out you'll have your father cumming in you before you're ready... Just like your little sister did."
"I don't care. Do it Dad... cum in me. Knock me up with your baby. Please, Dad? Just once, I want to feel it. Up in me. Please?"
"Oh shit. Gowdamn Marie, you're just too sexy for your own good. Shit. I'm done. Sorry, Hon."
"Thanks, Dad."
"Thank YOU."
"Dad? Mom?"
"Yes, Dear?"
"WAS this just part of 'Tall Tales Night' and you two trying to make it 'real' for us, or does this mean that Dad really will... that you and Gramps really... that....
"Well, YOU know what I mean!"
"Like we told your sister, ask us tomorrow. You know that on Tall Tales Night we never give away the story."
"Yes, Mom."
"And Honey?"
"Yes, Dad?"
"Remember, even if it isn't true: First, you both had a very good time tonight, didn't you?One you'll never forget.
"Yes, Dad." "Yes, Daddy."
"And I also want both of you girls to remember that just like tonight, Truth sometimes IS stranger than Fiction. That's the whole point of Tall Tales Night. Now both of you get off to bed."
"And girls...?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Try and tuck a pillow underneath your bottoms when you sleep. That way your father's seed will soak in, and you'll each have a better chance to catch. If tonight's all you get, I don't want either of you two missing out on your only chance in a lifetime."
"You don't REALLY want us to get pregnant by Dad, do you?"
"Why ELSE would your mother and I have picked tonight for Tall Tales Night, unless we did? You're both just a little past the middle of your periods, and probably ovulating any time tonight or in the next few days. You're both probably as fertile as you can get. What better time for your mom to have me fuck you both, cum in each of you, ejaculate my sperm in your tummies, and get both of you pregnant with my babies so you can both feel what it's like to really make love to your father... even if it is only once?"
"Da-ad! This is just another Saturday, like any Tall Tales Night."
"Like ANY Tall Tales Night?"
"OK... Maybe not like ANY, but it's just another weekend."
"Not, `just another weekend.' Think about it. I could have picked many other weekends to tell this story, you know... Ones when it would have been a lot `safer' for you girls to have Dan's sperm in your bellies, if I really was worried about either of you two getting pregnant by your own father."
"Oh God. I don't believe it. My own mom wanting...."
"Believe it. It's Tall Tales Night. If you believe in anything hard enough, it CAN come true."
"Yes, Mom." | 1 |
2,380 | Daddy's Girl | "Oooh Daddy!" came the voice from the other room. "That feels so good."
Mary looked into her daughter's bedroom. The little 8-year-old girl was sitting on the bed facing her father. Both family members were naked. Mary could see her husband Dan, rubbing his little girl's budding breasts, while the child masturbated both of them by rubbing her father's cock up and down her slippery little slit. Mary could see her husband's cock spreading the lips of the little girl's tight little cunny, each time the little girl rubbed the head of the man's penis across it. Each time Mary saw her daughter slide the big man's cock up, so that the tip was visible, she saw a bubble of clear liquid oozing from the head. The little girl was using the slippery juice to make it easier to slide her father's penis around her swelling little clitty and hot little hole. Dan, in the meantime, was busy feeling the little girl's body and running his big hands up and down her waist, and squeezing the erect nipples of his little girl's budding breasts.
"Oh Diane!" said Dan. "Daddy's about to cum!"
"OK Daddy," said the little girl, "I'm ready." She reached down and pulled the lips of her tiny little cunt apart, so that her father could fit his big cock up against her tight little hole. Dan fisted his cock and forced the head up against the entrance to his child's vagina.
Diane looked down between their bodies, where her father's cock was about to inseminate her. "Do it, Daddy," she encouraged her father. "Squirt your cum in me."
His little girl's words were too exciting for Dan. The man pushed his big cock up against the opening to his little girl's vagina and started ejaculating his thick sticky sperm right up inside his own daughter's flat little belly.
Mary was about to collapse as she watched the incestuous duo on the bed. Her husband gave one last push as he squirted one last thick sticky dollop of cum inside his own pre-teenaged daughter.
"Thank you Daddy!" said the little girl, as her father finished squirting his sperm inside her. "That always feels so good, when you cum in me."
"Thank YOU, Diane," said the man, as his now limp cock stopped pumping cum inside his little girl.
Mary could see the little girl's vagina, now with a bubble of white slowly starting to well up out of the little girl's tight little hole. Dan got up off the bed, as his little girl sprawled out on the sheets, enjoying the feeling of her own handsome father's precious sperm warming the inside of her belly.Dan felt like he could do this forever, but finally his penis had no more to give, and slid out of his daughter's vagina.
"Sorry, dear," he said, "but, I guess, that's it."
"It's okay, Daddy," reassured Diane. "I don't mind."
The cute little 8-year-old girl looked down at her tiny little slit, as she enjoyed the soothing feeling of her own father's sperm warming her inside. The thick, sticky liquid slowly dripped out of the neck of her uterus, down into her cum-slippery vagina. Even now, except for a trickle of white, slowly leaking out of the puffy lips of her hairless little cunny, you would never know that the underage little girl had just fucked her own father, and right now, was carrying the man's sperm inside her flat little belly. Diane wondered if she had her father's baby growing inside her belly yet, or how long it would take before she did. | 3 |
2,381 | Please Daddy? | "Please Daddy?" I asked. From the stories I had heard, this was a favorite fantasy of young boys. (But sometimes a nightmare for their girlfriends.) Only I had turned the tables on Daddy; and instead of a pimply teenage boy trying to "sneak" a feel of me, I was trying to sneak a feel of my father.
I had already progressed further than I thought I would at the beginning. Perhaps because it WAS a teenage fantasy, and my father was almost as caught up in it as I was. Here I was, half naked on my own father's bed, with Daddy's pants down, and his prick in my hand, while I tried to rub the slippery head against my equally slippery crack. The turnabout I mentioned was that it was ME, who was trying to sneak a feel of my own father's stiff prick inside my itching little cunny, instead of some boy trying to see what it felt like to slide his aching prick into me. I tried to remember the rest of the scenario.
"Please Daddy," I repeated, "I just want to feel the tip inside me." God, what a line! It was all I could do to keep from giggling when I said it, no matter HOW much I meant it. Thankfully, Daddy didn't catch on. I guess the thought of acting out that sophomoric line was too exciting for him to think straight. I hoped so. Only Daddy hadn't lost ALL sense, yet.
"Oh God, I can't, Candy," he groaned. I had to ease up on my stroking, before he came all over my hand, instead of inside me where he belonged. "If I came inside you, or even accidentally left one tiny squirt inside you, you could get pregnant."
"I don't mind Daddy. Please?" I whined. At his continued reluctance, I continued, "Just a little? You don't have to cum in me; I just want to feel it for a moment. Can't you just slide the head of it inside me for a minute, so I can just see what it's like? You don't have to put it all the way in, if you don't want to." I could tell that Daddy was tempted.
"Just a little?" I repeated, as I slid a little farther down, so my father's prick was actually rubbing against the light fuzz that had started to darken the top of my slit. "If you think you're going to cum, you can always pull it out."
I knew Daddy was weakening, so I rubbed the slippery head in my equally slippery crack, and pushed up.
I guess the feel of his little girl's tight little slit rubbing against the sensitive head of his prick convinced Daddy, that maybe it wouldn't hurt to let me feel it, "Just a little." With a slight push, a stretching sensation, and a slight "pop" The tip of Daddy's prick vanished into my body. Ooh, did that feel good!
"Just for a second," he said, "then I'll have to pull out."
Once again, I almost giggled, and spoiled everything. If not for my mother's warnings about what boys might try to do, and what happened once they got started, I would never have managed to "cum" up with this sexy scenario in the first place, nor have realized that I was home free, the moment even PART of Daddy's prick slipped inside me. . . As long as I didn't spoil things by giving things away by giggling, or something.
CHAPTER: 2
I fought down the urge, and pulled back from my father a little. I could see the disappointment on Daddy's face, as I did so. "Hooked!" I thought with glee. Now all I had to do, was reel him in. "Ooh, that feels good Daddy," I said, repeating my earlier thought. "Could you slide it in just a little further, so I can feel what it's like? Just a little, Daddy."
"Well, I suppose just a little won't hurt," he responded; suiting his actions to his words. "I'll still have to pull out pretty quick though. I don't want to accidentally get you pregnant." For a second or two, Daddy did just that; sliding about an inch or two in and out of me, until the lips of my crack suddenly got slippery, just like the inside, and almost four inches of fatherly prick slid inside me by accident. (On his part; not on mine.)
"Ow!" I said, involuntarily. Damn! I had forgotten about my virginity. . . Now how did the rest of that horny scenario go?
"I don't mind," I said; being careful to NOT explain whether I "didn't mind" him pulling out, or him cumming inside me and getting me pregnant. Hopefully, Daddy wouldn't suspect me of even THINKING about the second case, while he would be able to think of nothing else.
"I'd better pull out," he said. "I almost broke your hymen by accident. Besides, now you've felt what it's like, and don't have to wonder any more. . . That's all I promised."
I almost snickered again. Daddy hadn't "promised" anything. I had. However, the LAST thing I wanted Daddy to do was pull out now; especially when he was so close to "breaking my cherry."
"Please Daddy," I repeated my earlier requests while rocking my hips back and forth; enjoying the feel of my father's thick prick sliding in and out. "I don't want my first time to be some pimply boy in the back seat of a car." Once again, I could tell my father was weakening. For sure he didn't extract more than an inch of thick fat fatherly prick from inside my tight little crack where it was filling me up so nicely. "If YOU do it," I continued, "at least I'll know it's someone who loves me, and cares about me. If I let some boy do it, then he might hurt me without even intending to. Please Daddy?"
"I shouldn't." Daddy was more trying to convince himself, than me.
"Please Daddy," I repeated for the fifth time. (Or was it sixth?)
"Are you sure, Honey?" Daddy looked at me worriedly.
Straining, I managed to turn my incipient giggle into an amused smile. "Of COURSE I'm sure Daddy," I said. "I always wanted it to be you."
"This might HURT!" Daddy said, as with the final "hurt" he slammed his prick into me without warning. I guess Daddy is of the school that believes in ripping a bandage off quickly, to ease the pain. I don't know about that; but for sure he caught me by surprise, so I never had a chance to tighten up. If I had, it might or might not have hurt less; but for sure he would have probably had to do it more than once, before getting all the way inside me.In any case, I knew that Daddy had already been leaking pre-cum and sperm inside me for over three minutes while he tried to hold out, so the point might be moot anyway. Still, I wanted Daddy to do it right, just like I had been asking him to; not accidentally screw-up and get me pregnant.
"Please Daddy," I repeated again. "Just one time won't hurt. Besides, most girls can't get pregnant on their first time anyway. Next time might be too late. Please?" I started squeezing on my father's thick prick with my cunny, just like I had read about in the books, by trying to act like I was holding back pee. It seemed to work.
"Oh God! I can't help it!" groaned Daddy, and thrust his big prick up inside me to the root. Realizing what was about to happen, I pushed back just as hard.
There was a straining pushing moment, as Daddy's thick prick stretched my crack unbelievably, before Daddy grunted; pulled out an inch, and then slammed back into me to the hilt.
I groaned, as my father's wonderfully thick prick filled my crack with an obscene "slurp" that just emphasized the illicit nature of our coupling. God, it felt good! I knew it felt good to Daddy too; just like I had promised him.
"Oh." "Oh God." "Oh God!" Three times Daddy grunted, and three times he jammed himself as far up inside me as he could. By the third time, I had managed to reach under my father's balls, and felt the thick tube underneath the bottom of his prick bulge as the third thick sticky wad of my father's precious sperm was injected into my waiting body. My own father was cumming inside me, and he was NOT trying to pull out either.
No, I didn't cum myself. I understand it's VERY rare for a girl to cum on her first time with a man. Still, I enjoyed it very much; knowing that Daddy felt so good by squirting his precious sperm inside me. Mother had told me how good it felt to a man to cum inside a girl, and explained that's why a boy would try so hard to get a girl to let him "do it" to her. To know I could do this thing to make the man I loved most in the world, my own father, feel so good, was an incredible turn-on. I love Daddy. I wasn't even worried about getting pregnant; knowing it was something else that many men fantasized about doing to a young girl like me. If knocking me up would make Daddy happy, then I would be too. Still, he didn't have to, if he didn't want to.
It was about this time, that the roof fell in.
"What are you DOING?!" Momma's voice cut through the restful quiet where Daddy and I had been resting with him still breathing harshly in my ear, and his prick slowly wilting inside my horny little hole. I could feel a slight trickle of Daddy's seed oozing out around his thick prick, as he fought to catch his breath. Daddy was in no position to defend himself, so I did.
"Sorry, Momma," I said, giving my father no chance to respond. . . Not that he was in any condition to do more than barely gasp in horror at being caught en-flagrente-delicto. "I couldn't help it," I continued. "I just HAD to feel what it was like. Please don't be mad at me. Please Momma?"
My mother looked first at me, then at my father. I guess she was trying to still be mad at Daddy, though I was making it hard for her. I guess she knew that if a sexy young girl like me put the make on almost any normally horny man, then that man didn't stand much of a chance. (Yes, I KNOW that I'm sexy. . . I've not only been told many times, but I've looked in the mirror too. Why do you think I was so sure I could seduce Daddy?)
"My God," she said, "you might have gotten her pregnant!"
OOPS! Time to nip THAT accusation in the bud too. I hadn't really planned on this, but I hadn't planned on getting caught by Momma either. . . At least, not so soon.
"Oooh," I moaned in fake passion. "Really?" I looked at Daddy adoringly. "Could we Daddy?" I asked. "Please? Could I feel what it's like, just once? Please Daddy?"
My mother and father just looked at me. At first, Daddy looked at me in something of a slight horror, until the rising of his cum-streaked prick gave him away. Momma just looked at me in astonishment, until a slight grin crossed her lips. I knew that Daddy was off the hook.
"Oh Hell, you might as well," she said in disgust, at the obscene sight of her little girl's swollen cunny drooling thick white gobs of her husband's seed. "You've already gone THIS far." For a second, I could almost swear I saw a twinkle in Momma's eye, as her head turned away from Daddy to me.
"Well?" she prompted.
I knew Momma didn't really mean that. My mother was just angry at Daddy and me; and was trying to shake Daddy up, by making him realize just how far past the normal bounds of propriety we had gone. I had never really intended things to go this far anyway. I mean, fucking your own father was obscenely exciting. Having your own father get you pregnant, was way PAST exciting, all the way to downright scary. I mean, a girl just DOESN'T have her own father's baby, does she? The very thought was thrilling, but scary too. On the other hand, that didn't stop me from taking advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself.
"Please Daddy?" I asked again. "Could we just do it a little bit, until I do? I'll make it feel REAL good for you, I promise." This time it was Momma's grin that almost made me burst out giggling, but I managed somehow. I squirmed lower, trying to recapture my father's cum-dribbling prick back inside my hot little hole. A thick white gob of sperm still oozed out the tip, as I fitted Daddy's penis inside me, while my mother watched in amazement.
"Oooh Daddy, I'm gonna have your bbaaaaabbyyyyy," I wailed; knowing that Momma wouldn't be able to blame Daddy if I got pregnant after THIS scene. "I want to feel you do it," I whined, as one last time I repeated myself: "Please Daddy? | 4 |
2,387 | But Daddy! | "I'm going to cum in a second," I warned my little girl. The child's wide-eyed astonishment, each time she found out that she really COULD take her own father's swollen prick all the way up inside her cervix, just made my daughter's tight little snatch clamp down that much harder around my swollen prick. The sight of my engorged penis vanishing into the first-grader's body, making her tummy swell with each stroke inside her, was enough to make a eunuch squirt sperm.
"But Daddy!" she objected. "You're not supposed to cum in me."
"Why not?" I asked reasonably, sliding out a little until my prick popped out of her uterus, then sliding all the way back in until the tip was pressing against the back wall of the little six-year-old's womb. The thought of filling my own little girl's womb with incestuous seed almost made me let the child have it inside her right then. The pressure of my penis swelling inside her body made my daughter look wide-eyed with surprise again.
"Because I could have a BABY," the little girl complained, still working back at me to seat her father's prick all the way up in her body, explaining to me about sex and babies as if I had never heard of such an idea.
"You're only six years old," I reminded my daughter.
"But my period was just last week," whimpered the little girl, squeezing on my prick as she reminded me forcefully of just WHY my wife had me start the child's sex-education so early.
"So... Do you want me to pull out?" I questioned. I knew better. MY daughter by now was as addicted to sex as I was.
"No, but.... Please?" I guess the little girl couldn't quite make up her mind.
"Well?" I almost taunted her. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, Daddy.... I.... OOOOOHHHHH!" My cute, sexy little daughter's already tight vagina suddenly went into squeezing cramps around my overstimulated prick.
It was too late. "Here it comes," I told her. "Daddy's squirting his cum in his little girl. Feel it, Honey? Daddy's squirting his thick gooey sperm right up in his daughter's womb, so his little girl can have a little sister of her own. OK?"
And I did it. With great heaves and gushes, I jerked and spasmed three or four thick white gobs of cum, just teeming with millions of my incestuous sperm, right into the middle of my young daughter's waiting womb. Each thick squirt rushing through my prick and into my little girl's body just seemed to make the child's belly swell, as if you could actually SEE each squirt pushing her tummy out from the inside. God, did that feel good!
My daughter seemed to think so too, fighting back at me with her tight little tunnel milking each precious drop of my seed into the depths of her body where it belonged. Still...
"Daddy," the little girl finally objected (just a little) when it was all over and my daughter's tiny little womb was completely swamped with her own father's potent seed, "you REALLY weren't supposed to cum in me, you know. I could be pregnant right now. I'm not supposed to have my own father's baby, you know."
"I know," I responded, somewhat shamefaced. Still...
"Will you let me do it inside you again, next time?" I asked, hopefully.
My daughter once again gave me that wide-eyed look of surprise and innocence, thinking it over before shrugging. "Well... OK, I guess," the little girl replied shyly. "If you really want to." | 1 |
2,390 | The "Certified" Pedophile | "What's all the commotion over in the other block?" I asked Cindy, my next-door neighbor. Well, "next-door" is a euphemism, as is the term "block". With most of the "lots" in our area having over 5-acres, (The zoning people out here wanted to keep people from breaking up farms for housing, and all they did was increase the number of farms being broken-up; only into bigger pieces.) most of our neighbors are over a city-block away. The 5 to 6 acre parcels being stretched end-to-end make for some pretty strange distributions of city streets.
For instance, my closest neighbor was really the person living in the new house on the dead-end street that was almost a mile-away by taking the surface-roads, but only a couple of hundred yards through my backyard, and across the tiny little creek that divided the two properties.
For the last year or so, the developers had been having trouble filling up their lots, only managing to sell this one house in the cul-de-sac that made up the next street over, where all the commotion was going on.
Cindy and I weren't all that close in either distance, friendship, politics, or even mutual interests. The only thing we had in common was that we both had teenaged daughters who went to the same school. Thus, I knew her from the PTO meetings and other functions. She did seem to be one of those "busybodies" who knew everything and wanted to tell it. So, given the chance, I asked her what was going on when we met out at the common post that held 5 different neighbors' mailboxes and newspaper-receptacles. (All for the convenience of the post-office, not us.)
"Haven't you heard?" she asked. "The guy's a pedophile."
"Huh?" I said. "Who's a what?"
"I said he's a pedophile. The pervert who moved into the house behind yours. It was in the paper the other day. Under some new law, the police keep track of pedophiles and notify people when they move into a neighborhood. Especially when they contain children, like ours. So we're all holding a demonstration."
"Oh," I said, with not much brilliance. "What's a pedophile?"
Cindy looked at me like I was the school dunce. I didn't care. She wasn't that good a friend. "A pedophile," she said, "A child-lover."
"Oh," I said. "I can see why people might be pleased to have someone who loves children around," I said, perplexed, "but I don't see that it's all that strange. At least, not enough to hold a celebration about."
By this time, you could hear the shouts from clear over on our street. It must have been some celebration, I figured.
"I mean, doesn't almost everybody love children?" I asked.
Now Cindy looked at me like I was something slimy that had crawled out from under a rock. I must have looked like the village-cretin to her.I believe the old goat wanted to have sex with the kid himself and plant his baby in her sexy little belly.
"Well," I said, "if she's that cute, can you blame him?"
"Are you for real, Lady?" he asked. "I mean, do you have any kids of your own?"
"Six," I said promptly, "Five girls and a boy. Thirteen, eleven, nine, eight, five, and seven, respectively."
He looked at me funny-like. "So what would YOU think if I came over one day and had sex with all five of your little girls, right in front of you?"
God! I'd begun to fear he'd never ask. "Would you?" I asked.
"Not on your life, Lady. I've got enough troubles already," he said. "But damn, you almost make it sound as if you wanted me to." He turned and motioned me to follow him in the house.
"I do," I said under my breath. Still, I wasn't going to push things. A certified pedophile like he was, probably had too many little girls to have sex with already, even if he was on probation for not doing a proper job on one of them. I could bide my time... If he REALLY loved little girls, then seeing my cute daughters running around half-naked like they did most of the summer, would get his interest. Especially if I helped them, knowing what Daddy used to like. I could hardly wait.
In the meantime, it was nice to talk to a man who didn't think of little girls as sexless pixies. He even seemed to like ME, even though I'm getting kind of old for a child-lover, at 26. Not to mention the fact that I was single, with 6 children. I shuddered as I remembered how most men had acted when they found I had that many kids. Mark (I picked up his name over a cup of coffee, as we talked in his house, after finishing the lawn.) might not even see that as a disadvantage, being a pedophile. No wonder pedophiles were so much in demand that people would throw a party like the one last night, when one moved into the neighborhood. And he was my next-door neighbor, too... Just across the back yard. Me with 5 cute little girls living right next door to a pedophile... I couldn't believe my luck.
Over the next few months, several of my neighbors (almost all the ones with children) moved out. I couldn't believe it. Here the neighborhood gets its own registered pedophile, and after that tremendous welcome, all the people with children move away, without ever letting their children even see him. Oh well, what was their loss, was our gain. Several times that spring, when the weather was warm I dressed the kids in their skimpiest clothes, and either walked by on the bike-path by his house, or worked in the back yard, when we saw him working in his. A couple of times I took one of the two older girls with me, when I went over to visit, as we were becoming fast friends. Strangely, for someone with a reputation like his, he didn't seem to make friends with many of the neighbors. As I said, "Oh well."
A couple of times I had invited him over to our house, but he seemed to be somewhat disturbed by seeing all the little girls and their brother wandering around the house in the skimpy underwear that we all usually wore when not going out. Daddy had always preferred to see me and the girls that way, and I had never grown to like wearing much clothing when safely in my own home.
Mark almost couldn't take his eyes off little Cynthia, when she came in wiping her eyes from sleep, naked as the day she was born, and settled into my lap with her little legs spread so he could see right up her cunny, almost to her navel.
He didn't come over for two weeks after that, but eventually he seemed to take it in stride when one or the other of the girls (or boy) would come into the room displaying more of her charms than most models in Playboy. I hoped he was getting horny for them, as much as the girls were for him.
Once he asked me while I was visiting at his house, "Sometimes I almost think you meant it, when you said you wouldn't mind if I had sex with your little girls."
"I did," I said.
He just looked at me thoughtfully, but then didn't come over to visit for a week. Damn!
It was in the middle of the summer, that I saw the opportunity. You know, summer... Swimsuits, and little kids? Yeah, that time of year. The summer was hot, and we quite often played in the creek dividing our properties. Since it was quite a way to the main road, I didn't feel guilty about letting the children go swimming (Well, OK, wading) there, as their shrieks and horseplay wouldn't disturb the neighbors. When I saw Mark was quite often working outside when the girls started playing, seeming to enjoy the sight of their half-naked bodies, it didn't take much convincing on my part, to talk the children into skinny-dipping. Each time they would look around carefully as if to make sure I wouldn't see them, then the girls would slip out of their clothes and run and splash in the water completely naked. Sometimes they noticed Mark watching them, and would wave at him, trying to get him to join them. He never did, but I noticed his "yardwork" picked up tremendously, after that.
Eventually, he got used to seeing the little girls running around in various states of dress or undress, and it no longer bothered him to visit when one of the girls would come into the room wearing some particularly sexy outfit, or none at all. So I decided it was time to proceed with the next step.
By now, all 6 children seemed to think Mark's back yard was an extension of ours. Since Mark didn't do anything to correct the misapprehension, neither did I. In fact, I encouraged my daughters to play in his yard (never when he could hear me) and ask him favors... Like using the bathroom; getting a drink; borrowing a towel when wet from swimming, etc.
I then started asking him, if he could "keep an eye on the girls for just a second or two" while I dashed to the store or whatever silly errand I could make up. The girls didn't really need ANYONE watching over them, as the two older girls were quite capable of taking care of their little sisters and brother. Still, I deliberately built up an image of all six kids needing babysitting, whenever I was gone, and me as a person who couldn't afford a babysitter for more than an hour or so at a time.
Surprisingly, it was Kimmy, who made the first breakthrough. I had really expected it to be Lisa or Jackie, especially considering the fact that his past experience (what he told me of it) had been with an 11 and then 12-year-old girl... So I really expected him to make his first pass at the older girls, and I'd have to work to make him see that the younger ones could be just as sexy. What a pleasant surprise to find out he was already attracted to kids even younger.
"Momma," said the cute little 5-year-old, as she sat on my lap eating a cookie. "He touched me, down there." The little girl looked pointedly between her legs, where her pouting little hole made a plump circle, in contrast to the plump peach-like look of her three-year-older sister.
"Who, Mark?" I asked, hoping.
"Uhuh," she confirmed. "He just rubbed it a little, while I was sitting in his lap, but I could tell he was feeling me, not just holding me."
"What were you doing in his lap?" I asked. I hadn't realized that any of the girls had gotten even that far yet.
"We play Nintendo, and he's only got one controller," the little girl explained.
Wahoo! I almost shouted for joy. Why else would Mark buy a kid's game, if he didn't want the kids playing with it. Of course, maybe having lots of kid's toys around the house for little girls to play with, was standard equipment for pedophiles... I didn't know.
"Do any other of the kids sit on his lap?" I asked.
"Sometimes Cynthia or Candy does," she replied, "though Candy always keeps complaining about the lump in his pants afterwards. I don't mind his penis getting big under me though."
"Uh... You and the girls don't TELL him that, do you?" I asked.
"Of course not Momma. We don't want him knowing we know about sex, until he shows us; just like you told us."
I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as HE thought he was seducing the kids, then it was OK. If he ever thought I had set out to have them seduce him, then he might think I was trying to sneak some free service for my daughters from him. Who knows how much a certified pedophile would charge to have sex with five little girls, and teach them and their little brother about sex? On the little income I had from the insurance, I couldn't afford to find out.
Since he was the type of guy in the first place, who DID like to have sex with little girls, I figured maybe he might be tempted into doing it for free, if the girls were cute enough... And all my kids were. So, while I prompted the kids on what to do, I let Mark set the pace. For some reason, it was almost as though he felt guilty about playing around with my kids, as if it was HE who should be paying ME, and he would get in trouble if he got caught "sneaking a feel" without paying for it. I giggled at the thought.
Well if that was the case, shortly I'd be able to squash that worry. "Next time," I said to my daughter, "spread your legs a little, to make it easier for him. Don't act like you know what he's doing, but show you like it, OK?"
"Yes, Momma," sighed the 5-year-old, "I KNOW all that."
Kids learn so fast these days... <Sigh.>
From then, it was a "blow-by-blow" description, with almost every day little Kimmie getting him to go a little further.
"He actually touched my cunny today, Momma."He rubbed my breasts through my shirt." This, from Cynthia!
"Oh wow, Mom, today he really rubbed me hard, actually running his finger through my crack. No, he didn't take off my pants yet."
"Mom! He did it! He actually ran his hand down in my panties, and almost stuck his finger inside me. I was so excited I almost died!"
"Well, he DID rub my breasts, up under my shirt... Does that count, Mom?"
"Oooh Mom. You were right. His finger feels almost as good in me, as yours does." (Oh well, give the guy a few weeks finding out what the girls liked, and I'm sure he would get as good at diddling the kids as I was.)
"I took off my panties today, and he didn't say anything. The bulge got bigger in his pants though."
By this time, I was getting a little disappointed. Mark was almost openly fondling all three of the younger girls, as long as it was only them, but he hadn't even made a pass at the two older ones, who needed him most! Figuring he might be worried about the older girls "telling", I decided it was finally time to "catch on" myself.
The next afternoon, I sent the three younger kids over to "play Nintendo" then waited for about 20 minutes for things to get "warmed up" inside the house. Then, using the FRONT door, not the back, (Cynthia had found where he hid the key.) I slipped inside and slowly walked up behind the man who was oh-so-nicely molesting my little girl. I was proud of both of them. Actually, all four of them, the two kids sitting on the floor with their legs deliberately spread, so he could see right up inside their tight little vaginas, and the little 8-year-old girl being diddled on the couch by her 23-year-old lover.
I watched for a while to see how well he was doing... Fairly good, but as the girls said, "Not as good as I did."
"She really likes to have her clitoris rubbed in a circle," I observed, "and then every once in a while stick your finger up in her hole. Just be careful you don't break her hymen, because she wants a man to do it with his penis when she gets a chance, just like her Daddy did to me, when I was her age."
Ever heard the expression "He almost jumped out of his skin?" I swear, if it was possible, Mark would have done it that day. For a second, I thought he was going to have a heart-attack at being caught with his hands in my little girl's panties. (Actually, the panties in question were in a heap on the floor, next to Cynthy's feet.)
Mark turned several shades of white, then blue, and gasped for breath. He didn't yank his finger out of the little girl though, thank goodness. I think for a moment, he had actually forgotten it was there, as my presence scared him half to death... Why, I don't know. You'd think he was afraid I'd be mad, or shoot him or something, instead of just being annoyed.
He finally seemed to realize this. "You mean you don't mind?" he asked, almost incredulously.
I wondered what was the matter. Would some people actually object to their daughters having fun with an older man? I found it hard to believe; but I guess there are some weirdoes in the world. "Of course not," I snapped, almost harshly. "I'm just wondering, why do you treat the little kids so nice, and neglect the older ones? I mean, Lisa and Jackie enjoy sex just as much as Cynthia, Kim and Candy," I said. "Not to mention, Bobby and me," I added under my breath. Still, Mark was a pedophile... A man who liked sex with little girls, not little boys or old women like me. I sighed with frustration.
Mark heard me anyway. "You... Want ME... To have sex with you, and all your children?" he asked, incredulously.
I nodded. Wasn't that what I just said?
"I realize that I'm probably way too old for you, and Bobby's just a boy," I explained, "But that's no reason you should neglect the girls. I mean, I might not be what you want for a sex partner, but you already said you liked girls Lisa's age. So why don't you fuck them? I mean, I may not be as young and pretty as they are, but I'm not really expecting you to want to fuck me. But why neglect Jackie and Lisa? Aren't THEY pretty enough for you?"
"Oh Crap!" said Mark.
I was devastated. Here I had such high hopes...
"The sexiest woman I've ever seen, let alone met, tells me she thinks she's too old and ugly for me... The same woman I've been having wet-dreams about, for the last six months, tells me she's under the impression I think she's ugly!" Here Mark looked at me with an intensity that was almost frightening. "Then this same girl, who's got me creaming my jeans just thinking about her, offers me her two wet-dream daughters who I've been fighting a losing battle to keep my hands off of, as 'substitutes' to fuck, because she feels she's 'too old' for me. Oh God! Not only that, but this same unbelievably desirable young woman seems to want me to teach her OTHER four incredibly sexy little kids about sex, like some child-molesting pervert's wet-dream about a 'sex-education-class'. This is fucking unreal. I must have blown my cork. On the other hand, if it's real, I'll hate myself until I die, if I don't take advantage of this." Mark seemed to be talking more to himself, than me.
"If you meant one word of what you just told me," he said, looking me straight in the eye, "Then you'll take off those clothes right now, so we can give the kids their first lesson in having sex."
"Right here? Right Now? In front of the kids?" I asked, suddenly aware of six pairs of eyes on the two of us, as my two eldest girls and their little brother had joined the crowd, the way I had instructed them to, about 20 minutes earlier.
"Right here. Right Now. And in front of the kids," he said quietly; waiting.
I didn't even hear the finish of his sentence, I was too busy skinning out of the short little summer dress I wore, and removing my shoes.
Dress, shoes and panties were all I usually wore in the summer, and I probably would have skipped the panties, except that Daddy had always told me he thought a woman looked sexier with panties than naked, and if not, she could always take them off, but if she didn't have them, she couldn't put them on. Made sense to me, like most of what Daddy used to say.
It took Mark about three seconds longer to get undressed, but then he was like a tiger pouncing. For the first time in five long years since Daddy died, I felt my hot little hole filled properly with hot male penis. (None of the "dates" I had in the past ever got to first base, because they all chickened out when I brought them home, and they found out the size of my family.) God, that was good! I resolved never again to go without sex for over a month or two, if I could avoid it. Month or two? How about hour or two?
If he was a tiger, I was a tigress, practically raping him to get him to squirt his precious seed in my empty aching womb where it belonged. I was just reaching my third panting screaming frantic orgasm when I felt Mark's wonderfully thick penis swelling inside me. Oh God! Mark was even bigger than Daddy! I actually bit his shoulder, as I strained for that glorious third release with his thick cream jetting inside my womb where it belonged.
"Uh, Karen?" he asked; for some reason holding back on the thick squirts that would send me over the edge, "You're not on the pill, are you?"
"Pill," I wondered, "what's that?" Daddy never told me.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed, "I'd better pull out."
Only it was too late. By this time, the tickling inside my hot little hole had gotten to be too much, and I wrapped my legs around my sexy young lover, and practically RAPED myself on his thick penis. No way was my lover getting away, until each precious drop of his seed was as far up inside me as I could get it. I felt Mark's penis swell dangerously inside me, and then I was there! I don't know if I felt him actually squirt in me, but I sure felt each time Mark's penis swelled and jerked in my vagina! Just knowing my handsome young lover was planting his seed inside me, was almost as exciting as the sex itself. Over and over I moaned and screamed, and milked the thick penis bucking in my belly, until both of us were too exhausted to try again.
We finally rolled apart, and I spread my legs so the kids could all see what it was like for a woman to have a man's sperm inside her. I had told them many times, but this was the first they could see for themselves. Except for the two older kids; who vaguely remembered when Daddy and I had let them watch; while Lisa had actually been lucky enough to feel her father's penis squirting inside her vagina twice, before the big accident took him away.
"Oh God," groaned Mark. "I'm sorry, Karen, I just couldn't help myself. you're too sexy for your own good."
"Huh?" I said, "Whatever are you rambling about... Sorry about what? That's the best sex I've had, since the first time Mom had Daddy get me pregnant."
"First time... Wha? Never mind, we'll talk about that later. I just couldn't help it, Karen, but you got me so excited I came in you."
"Oh boy, did you ever!" I agreed; enjoying the slick feel of greasy cum filling my horny slit for the first time in FAR too long. "Next time, maybe you can squirt even more in me," I said with a lewd grin. Several of the kids giggled.
"Karen," he said; talking as if to a wayward child, "you might have a baby!"
As if I didn't know all about babies... With six of them standing around watching us, as evidence that I did.
"Well," I said, "I sure HOPE so.My period was a little over a week ago, so there's a pretty good chance, if we're lucky.
"You mean that?" he asked incredulously.
At my nod, he attacked me again! The next thing I knew, we were both rutting frantically again, while he muttered obscenities about little girls with big bellies and wanting to get knocked-up, and assorted garbage like that, that told me he was as excited about creating a new life as I was. I managed three more climaxes, before he gave a final weak spurt inside me, having spent the best part of himself the first time. I didn't care... For the first time in five years I was sexually satisfied. The proper way, with my lover's seed hopefully making a baby in my womb, while we snuggled together.
When we finished and rolled apart, Lisa asked, "When can we do it, Momma?"
Mark looked at me grimly. "I don't care what you say, I am NOT fucking your daughters... They're just too young."
I just grinned to myself; sated, happy, and well-fucked. Hopefully with a baby growing in my belly, but if not, then there was always tomorrow. As for Mark and my little girls... If he was a true pedophile, or "little girl lover" as they say, then he would come around.
I sent the girls home disappointed, to look after each other, while we spent the rest of the afternoon in Mark's bed. If the girls needed me, they knew where to find me.
Two weeks later, Mark still hadn't gone any further, and I didn't even mention it again. Better for things to proceed at his pace, than to scare him off. Except for me getting laid almost every day, and sometimes several times a day, the only change had been that Mark was now "feeling up" the older girls too, now that he knew I wouldn't object, and they wouldn't either.
It was fully three weeks later, that I finally caught him with Lisa in his lap, his thick cock halfway down her throat. Mark just looked at me, shrugged, and looked embarrassed. I watched until I saw a white bubble appear in the little girl's nose, and realized he was squirting so much sperm down my daughter's throat, that it was backing up her nose. Damn, I was proud of her.
After that, I would sometimes find one or the other of the girls with my lover's prick in her mouth, and shortly thereafter, I watched him give little Cynthia a "licking that keeps on ticking." <Giggle.>
I finally figured out that the only times Mark went a little further with the girls, were the times when I wasn't there... As if, all the evidence to the contrary, he still believed I would do something horrible, if I caught him seducing one of the kids. It seems that I had to somehow get out of the house, and leave him alone with the girls for some time. Thus the "babysitting" idea.
"Mark, I've got a VERY important date, I've just got to get to... NO, not that type of date, you idiot. I'm only fucking the father of my baby. Yes father. What do you expect, fucking an innocent little girl, who doesn't know how to protect herself against such things?" <Giggle.> <Snort.>
We'll talk about that later... Right now, I need a BIG favor."
"No, not THAT 'favor' you idiot, though I might want that later... I need a babysitter."
Mark looked at me like I was nuts. "You want a babysitter?" he asked.
"That's what I said, a babysitter. I've got to be gone almost all night, and I don't want the girls left alone... OK?"
"Why don't you get the babysitter you had before?" he asked.
"Have you ever seen me use a babysitter before?" I asked.
"Well, no but..."
"Well, The last one I ever had was Momma, just before she died of cancer."
"Oh."
Mark thought about it. "Can't you get anybody else?" he asked.
"Mark, I want YOU. I don't trust anybody else with my girls."
"Let me get this straight," he said, "You want ME, a known pedophile and child-molester to 'babysit' your sexy little girls, that you 'don't trust alone with other men.' Have I got that right?"
"Uhuh," I said. "You're the only man I trust alone with them, because you truly love children."
"Oh yeah?" he said. "What if you come back and find me fucking your 13-year-old daughter; 'sitting' a baby in her belly, instead of just 'sitting' and watching her?"
"As long as she doesn't mind, then I don't," I replied.
"You're crazy," he said, "you know that?"
"So," I asked, "will you do it?"
"I must be just as crazy as you are," he said, "but if you insist, I'll do it."
"Oh thanks, Mark, I'll make sure you don't regret this," I said; wriggling my tummy at him in a suggestive manner. He got the hint... Two minutes later, we were back in bed, for the second time that day.
"Father huh?" he said afterwards; while running his big hand over my still fairly smooth belly, down to where an obscene white drool leaked out.
"Uhuh," I said. "Are you sorry?"
"No. Are you?"
"No."
Two days later, I had the "date". (Actually, all alone to a VERY boring movie, and an equally boring meal in a restaurant.) Two guys tried to "pick me up" on the streets, but I wasn't interested. Having a perfect pedophile at home to take care of my little girls, I wasn't about to settle for anything less.
Before I left I could tell Mark was nervous about the whole thing, so I tried to allay his fears by assuring him that I would tell the kids to obey him. For some reason, this seemed to make him even more nervous. However, the whole idea was to make him feel free to do whatever he wanted with my little girls, so I left him in the kitchen, (Where I knew he could still hear.) while I went into the other room and instructed the children, "Now I want all you kids to be sure and do anything Mark tells you to. He's in charge for tonight, just like it was me. So I don't want to come back later and find out that one of you refused to do something he told you to do... Understand?"
"But Momma, what if he wants us to suck his cock or something?" <Giggle.>
<Sigh.> Kids... You've got to love 'em. "Jackie," I said, "stop being silly. You've been sucking Mark's cock for weeks now. If he asks you or any of the other kids to do something like that, then I expect you to have at least a mouthful of his cum in your tummy before I get back. And that goes for all of you, understand?"
"Yes, Momma... But what if he...?"
"I said he's in charge. Unless you think you'll get hurt permanently, I expect you to do whatever he tells you to, and that's it. Now I'm going out for at least four hours, and I want every one of you to do your best to keep Mark happy. He's the first babysitter I've ever trusted with you kids, and I want him to be willing to come back when I need to go out in the future. so I expect you kids to do whatever it takes to make him want to come back and do it again next time. OK?"
"Yes Momma." There were no 'buts' this time. (Actually, the kids and I had rehearsed this whole conversation several times before Mark came over, just so we could have it while he listened in from the other room; thinking he was eavesdropping.)
When I left, I deliberately left the door unlocked, and my purse in the bedroom. I drove down to the convenience-store, bought gas and a magazine and read it while I waited for a half-hour to pass, to give the man enough time to feel unobserved, and the girls to snuggle up next to him in the skimpy underthings we all wore around the house.
Hopefully, the kids would have tempted the man into doing more than just snuggle, before I returned for my "missing" purse. I hoped Mark was as good a "babysitter" as his reputation suggested he should be. He was.
I eased the car up to the curb, not driving in the driveway, where Mark or the kids might hear it. Then I walked quietly to the front door and tried it... Locked! I almost giggled in glee, as I wondered why he would lock the door against me; seeing as nobody else would be likely to come by at this time of night. It was for this reason I had carefully oiled the lock earlier in the day, until I could turn it open without a sound. Now for the big act, where I had "forgotten" my purse, with the Movie tickets in it. (Yes tickets... I wasn't dumb enough to only buy one.)
As I walked through the living-room in search of my "missing" purse, I found Mark "babysitting' the kids, just like I had hoped he would be, with Jackie "sitting" on his lap, while he slowly fucked her, with all the other kids watching; "sitting a baby" in the little girl's womb, while he "sits" on the couch, and she "sits" on the thick prick that was spasming her tiny little womb full of his potent baby-making seed.
"Sorry to disturb you kids," I said; dashing through the room, "but I forgot my purse, and the theater tickets are still in it. Don't mind me; I'll only be a second." As if I hadn't even noticed the obscene coupling taking place on the couch. Not that I could have missed it if I had tried. I guess the shock of "being caught" was too much, as I heard Jackie suddenly keening in orgasm, followed by a loud, "Oh shit!" from Mark. I guess the little girl's squeezing climax took him over the edge too, in spite of the scary feeling of being caught fucking my little girl.
I looked over the edge of the couch, as I returned the way I had come; purse in hand. By now Mark was doing a REALLY good job of "sitting" a baby in my daughter's womb. I was so proud of my little girl for taking good care of my fiance while I was out. Not to mention how well Mark was taking of my daughters."I see you're taking good care of the girls," I said, looking down to where a thick white drool had just appeared, running in an obscene streak down the thick cylinder that had vanished into my daughter's nubile young body. I gave his shocked face a kiss and left, saying, "Don't forget the other kids too. I'll be back after my date."
I then left for my boring night, which was made even more boring and insipid by all the horny thoughts that ran through my head as I imagined all the nasty and obscene things my future husband was probably doing to my little girls. DAMN, I wanted to see it. But I knew if I had been there, the man would probably have been too frightened or embarrassed to even try seducing the kids, even with (or maybe especially with) my encouragement.
At 12:15, I figured Mark had been alone with my little girls long enough. If he was going to do anything with any of them, it had probably long since been done. Besides, I had only said I was going to be out past midnight.
I just had to find out how far Mark had gone with each of them. At least one of my little girls now knew what the man's bare quivering penis felt like, spurting thick sticky cream in her hot little hole, and if they all hadn't, I still figured it wouldn't be all that long until they did. I wondered who I would find awake when I got back, and who would be sleeping with whom.
When I opened the door, the house was silent. Not even the creaking of bedsprings I had been hoping for. Looking into each of the bedrooms, I found all of the children asleep, except the oldest one. Mark and Lisa were in MY bed (deliberately, I guess, so I couldn't miss it). The man was slowly stroking in and out of my little girl's body, as my eldest daughter and her older lover strove together for a climax. I guess the two of them had waited for several hours until they heard me come in, just so they could give me this thrill.
I watched as Mark tensed above his child-lover, before he suddenly jerked his crotch into hers and began shuddering. As I watched, I knew my eldest daughter's fertile young womb was even then being flooded with the man's potent seed, as my fiancé did his best to father a child on my little girl, just like he had done to me, sometime in the previous month.
"You know," I remarked, "Lisa's not on the pill, and her period was almost two weeks ago." (I had picked this night for my 'date' for just that reason.) "There's a very good chance," I continued, "that you're getting my little girl pregnant, right now."
"I know," said Mark.
"I know," repeated Lisa, happily.
God, I'm so proud of my little girl.
It took about a month before Mark was finally fucking the little kids too, finally taking Cynthia's despised "cherry" and fucking her just like her big sisters. Yes, even Candy and Kimmy are now getting fucked properly by my husband, with his potent seed squirting right into their tiny little wombs where it belongs, at least two or three times a week.
I envy my little girl, getting fucked for the first time a whole year younger than I was, the first time Momma had Daddy fuck me. It's so cute to see a little 5-year-old girl being royally fucked by a man old enough to be her father twice over. To see the little girl's belly bulge each time the older man slides his prick inside her, and then flatten again when he pulls it out. Then, when he finally loses control and begins jerking his prick inside her, jamming his body as close to hers as he can, while his prick pumps the child's body full of the white stuff that makes babies... I mean, how lucky can you get at only five? I suppose the only way she could be luckier would be if Mark got her pregnant. I had been 11, almost 12, the first time Momma had Daddy get me pregnant with Lisa. Maybe one of the girls would get to feel her tummy swelling even earlier than I had. As it was, I still envied Kimmy for getting to feel a man's prick squirting his potent seed in her tiny little womb when she was almost a whole year younger than I had been the first time Daddy slipped into my room.
Oh well, I guess some of us are born lucky, and some aren't.
Even Bobby had been getting "sex-lessons" from Mark. I watched proudly just the other day as the little boy fucked his little sister Kimmy for the first time, with his stepfather's prick buried to the hilt in the little boy's ass, just like he was pumping sperm right through the kid and into his little sister. We're all hoping my son will be big enough to squirt sperm in his little sister's womb, in time for her first period, so Kimmy can carry her big brother's baby, before Mark gets the little girl pregnant by accident... Of course, that wouldn't be so bad either, but we're all looking forward to mating the two kids, just like we hope to mate my daughter and Lisa's baby boy that we expect in a couple of months. We think there's a chance that Jackie might have missed her period already, while Cynthia could have her first one any day now.
It seems that Mark is almost as good at teaching the kids about sex as Daddy was at teaching me. God, I just can't believe how lucky I was to find a genuine "police-certified" pedophile right next door.
I understand from the newspapers that they are expecting the law having the police tell people when a pedophile moves into the neighborhood, struck down as "unconstitutional". I hear it's mostly because of some of the demonstrations people have when they do, like that big party they held the night Mark first moved in. It seems that some people in the demonstrations always get annoyed at finding out the police told everybody, and they get carried away. There have actually been cases where people got hurt. In a couple of them, it was even the pedophile the people had come to see, if you can believe it. Damn! What's so bad about having the police tell people like me where they can find a pedophile to fuck their horny little girls when they need one?
There just aren't enough men around who love little girls. I mean, REALLY love them, as in, "Love to fuck them." We need MORE "certified pedophiles", not less. Too bad Daddy died in that accident. I wonder if my father could have qualified as one? | 6 |
2,391 | Restrictions | "Margaret?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"You were sitting out there a long time, with Billy, weren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Did you let him kiss you?"
"Only on the cheek, Daddy."
"That's good. Did he do anything else?"
"Well, he put his arm around me."
"You stopped him, didn't you?"
"Well..."
"Oh, Margaret, what am I going to do with you? You didn't let him do any more, did you?"
"Well, he tried to put his hand on me here, but I stopped him."
"Very good, Margie. Maybe I can trust you after all. What did you tell him?"
"I told him that if he didn't keep his hands where they belonged, he'd have to go home. I don't like to tell him that, Daddy, he's a really nice boy. How come I can't let him touch me, Daddy?"
"Because I'm afraid you'll go too far."
"Too far?"
"I guess I'll just have to show you. Come here and sit on my lap."
"OK, Daddy. You mean, like I'm not supposed to sit on Billy's lap?"
"Uh-huh. Oh, wait. First, go change into your red dress and top."
"The SHORT one, Daddy?"
"Uh-huh."
"But, Daddy! You told me never to wear that one."
"Uh-huh. I'll show you why I don't want you wearing it."
"If you say so, Daddy."
"I do. And, Margie?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Don't wear any nylons or pantyhose either."
"OK, Daddy."Once you start letting a man feel you up, you won't be able to stop, until the next thing you know, you're lying there with your legs spread and a man is between them squirting your tight little slit full of baby-juice. Now you know what it's like.
"Oh Daddy. It felt so good. Even when you squirted your sperm in me."
"Uhuh. It felt good to me, too."
"Thanks Daddy."
"You're welcome. Hooo! God that felt good. Did you like it?"
"Uhuh. It felt real good."
"So, now you know why I don't let you kiss boys."
"I do?"
"Uhuh. I just explained. It starts with just a kiss, then a feel, then he's rubbing your titties, and the next thing you know, your panties are down around your ankles, and he's squirting your tummy full of baby-juice. Then, two or three months later, you've got a big tummy."
"Daddy, I'm worried."
"Oh shit. About having a baby?"
"No, silly. About Billy. Well, actually about Billy, and having a baby, I guess."
"Unh?"
"You see Daddy, I liked doing this a lot. So much so, that I don't know how I'm going to stop. Next time Billy comes over, I'm liable to let him do this to me, just like you did, and then I'll end up pregnant."
"Then stop seeing Billy."
"I can't do THAT, Daddy, I LIKE Billy."
"Then you'll just have to restrain yourself."
"I don't know if I CAN. Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can we do it again?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, next time Billy is going to come over, can you... Oh what's the word?"
"Fuck?"
"Can you fuck me, before Billy gets here, so I won't want him to?"
"Uh Margie, I don't know..."
"Please Daddy? That way, I'll be able to stop Billy from doing it, so he won't get me pregnant. Please Daddy? Promise you'll fuck me, and squirt your sperm in me, so Billy won't have to."
(The rest of the text has been corrected for grammar and formatting as well)"You have? Oh Daddy! Mmmmmmph!"
"Easy, Honey. Don't get so excited."
"I can't help it, Daddy. Just thinking about being able to fuck Billy without having to worry about him making a baby in me is SO exciting."
"I thought you just said you didn't mind having a baby."
"Oh Daddy! That's YOUR baby. It's too bad you're my father."
"Well, maybe we'll take care of both things at once."
"Daddy! Stop teasing me. It's not fair! I want to feel your baby in my tummy so bad, I can almost taste it. Sometimes I almost wish you weren't my father, so I could get pregnant by you, like I could by Billy."
"Who knows? Maybe you can. I might NOT be teasing, you know."
"DADDY!"
"OK. OK. We'll just have to see. Mmmmmm. I'm getting hard again."
"I know, Daddy. I feel it. Ooooh, that feels good."
"Huh. Huh. Oh, Baby! Slide up and down, just like that."
"Daddy?"
"Huh. Huh. Yes? Huh. Hu-Honey?"
"How will I know when I can fuck Billy?"
"Oh Jesus. Do that again. Huh. Huh. Uh, Margie?"
"Yes, Daddy? Huh. Huh."
<squeak> <squeak>
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"You know what your period is?"
"Uhuh. Huh. Huh. It's when I get all bloody and messy between my legs, isn't it? Huh. Huh."
<squeak> <squeak> <squeak>
"Uhuh. That's how you know your body is ready to make a baby. Huh. Oooh!"
"You mean, when I'm bleeding? Is that why you don't fuck me then, Daddy?"
<squeak> <squeak> <squeak>
"No, hoh, hoh. It's just that you're too messy then. I didn't think you'd like it."
"I wouldn't mind, Daddy. Oooh. I like that."
<squeak> <squeak>
"No, the time you might get pregnant is about a week BEFORE you get your period."
"Oooh Daddy! You mean, like right now? Huh. Huh."
"Uhuh. Does that excite you? Thinking you might be making a baby right now?"
"Oh Daddy! Don't tease me like that. It's not funny."
"I might not be teasing. When I cum in you, I might be getting you pregnant right now."
"Daddy!"
"Ok. OK. Why don't you just imagine it then. Think about your own father squirting the thick sticky white stuff that makes babies right up in your sexy little tummy, and getting you pregnant with his baby. Excites you, doesn't it?"
"Oh Daddy I. . . . IeeeeeeEEEKK!"
"Oh God. I'm doing it. I'm squirting my sperm in my own little girl. Oh Margaret. Feel it? Feel Daddy's cum going up inside you? Daddy's making a baby in his little girl. Oh Margaret, I love you so."
"I. . . love. . . you. . . too. . . Daddy."
<squeak> <squeak>
"Ooh Daddy, that was fun. Can we do this more often? I like pretending you're making a baby in me. Please Daddy?"
<squeak>
"Oooh. You like Daddy's sperm wriggling it's way up inside your tummy, so it can make a baby huh? Whooo."
"Uhuh. It's too bad we can't do it 'for real'. Still, it was fun pretending."
"Oh god, it sure was. Well, Margie, if you want to, we can keep 'pretending' all you want to. At least, until your period stops, anyway."
"Oh, that's right. Once my period stops, I won't be able to get pregnant, will I? Darn."
"It excites you, thinking about having Daddy's baby, huh?"
"Uhuh. I've got the shivers, just thinking about it."
"Looks like you've got more than that, to me. Looks like you've got a whole bellyful of Daddy's baby-juice in your cute little tummy."
"Mmmmm. I do, don't I? Thanks Daddy."
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"Thank YOU, honey. Mmmmm. Margaret?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"You'd better get up, and get cleaned up. Billy's going to be here in half an hour, and you've got to be cleaned-up, and dressed decent, before he gets here."
"Yes Daddy. Oh, Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can I give him a hint?"
"You'd better not. You both might get carried away, you know."
"Yes Daddy. Rats."
"Still. . . Margaret?"
"Hmmm? Oh God Daddy, You sure made a mess in me." <giggle>
<chuckle> "I sure did, didn't I? Margie?"
"Yes Daddy? Yuck!" <giggle>
"Seeing as you're going to be fucking billy, in a month or too, and he's been so nice about it, perhaps it might not be too bad, if you let him kiss you."
"You mean it Daddy? REALLY kiss him? Like you and I do?"
"No, not that much. Just on the lips, and you've got to keep your mouth closed."
"OK Daddy." <sigh>
"It won't be so bad, and I'm sure Billy will really appreciate it. And Honey?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"It won't be that long, before you can do the rest. In the meantime, you can give in a little more each week, until your period stops."
"Give-in?"
"I mean, this week, you let him kiss you on the mouth. Next week, you let him put his arm around your waist. The week after that, you let him touch your tittie. Touch it, mind you, not rub it. After that, you open your mouth a little. You don't let him tongue you though."
"I get the idea Daddy. A little bit at a time, but never enough to get me too excited."
"Right. and make sure HE doesn't get too excited too. It's not fair to him."
"OK Daddy. I'd better hurry, or I'll still be dripping cum, when he gets here."
<giggle>
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"God Daddy, who would ever think that a flouncy dress like this, could be so sexy?"
"It is, isn't it? And those panties!"
"Yeh. If you didn't know, you'd never imagine there was a slit right here, that you could slip a finger into."
"Or a cock." <snicker>
"Daddy, you're incorrigible."
"And you're sexy."
"Daddy! If you don't watch out, I'll be fucking you, and still wearing this dress, when Billy gets here."
"That's not a bad idea."
"Daddy! You can't be serious."
"Oh can't I? It's about time that boyfriend of yours knew what a sexy little thing you are, especially if he's going to be getting in your pants tomorrow. So, I think you SHOULD wear that dress tonight, while he's here."
"Oooh. You mean it Daddy? I should TRY to excite him? Right in front of you? That's kinky!"
"You think that's kinky? Listen to this. I think you should fuck me, right in front of him."
"DADDEEE! You said he mustn't EVER find out about us. I can't let Billy see me fucking my own father!"
"I didn't SAY let him see it."
"Huh? But Daddy!"
"Here, I'll show you. First, I take off my pants, and slip out of my underwear. Then, I put my pants back on, but leave my zipper unfastened. How do I look?"
"Normal."
"See, if I'm careful, he'll never know. Now come here and sit on my lap."
"OK Daddy, I. . . Daddy! Your thing is sticking up between my legs!"
"That's the idea. Just lift up a little, and move. . . a little to the left, Honey. That's it. Oohooh!"
"Oh Daddy. It went right up inside me!"
"Easy Honey. We don't want to make me cum, until he's here."
"You want to cum in me while he's right here?"
"Uhuh. See, he can't see a thing. Just a cute, sexy little girl, sitting on her father's lap, with her dress covering up the two of them."
"Daddy, you're crazy."
"But I can tell you like the idea."
"How can you, Oooh, tell, Daddy?"
"Your cunny is squeezing on me, like a milking machine. Get up now."
"Do I have to?"
"Ahh, Unh, OOof! Whew, just in time. I almost came in you."
"Spoilsport."
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"Who's the spoilsport? If I had squirted my sperm in your tight little cunny, we wouldn't be able to pull this off. What do you think?"
"I still think you're crazy."
"But you'll do it?"
<sigh> "I'll do it. I must be as crazy as you are, but the thought of fucking my own Daddy, and getting him to squirt his baby-juice in my tummy while my boyfriend sits right next to me, and doesn't know, is just to sexy to resist."
"I thought you'd like it."
"Daddy, you ARE kinky, but I love you."
"I know, I. . ."
<Bing> <bong>
"Oh God, he's here! Get your pants together. . . There. How's my dress?"
"Sexy. Bend over a little. Good. You can see your panties, but not the crack in them. Make sure Billy gets a good look, OK."
<giggle> "If you say so Daddy."
"If he thinks this is sexy, wait until he sees the outfit I've got for your date tomorrow."
"OOooh. I hope he likes it."
<Bing> <bong>
"Oh, I guarantee he will. Get the door, Honey."
"Daddy your pants! There. Maybe you'd better stay behind me."
"It's OK. . . Hi Billy."
"Hi Mr. . ."
"Billy! You don't have to be so formal with Daddy!"
"Call me Bob, or Uncle-Bob, if that makes you feel more comfortable. After all, your mother's sister. . ."
"Uh. Uncle Bob. You wanted to see me about something?"
"Daddy! Billy's scared to death. Come on in, Billy, Daddy isn't going to bite you. In fact, he's got some good news."
"Uh Marge? You're sure it's OK? He's not mad at me? I mean, last week, when I. . . Oh. Sorry."
"Hi Billy, you like my new dress?"
"Unh It's. . . Oh my gosh."
"Oh Darn paper! Hold it a second, Billy, while I pick this up."
"Unh. Unh. Marge, your dress. . . It's. . ."
"Yeh, isn't it cute? Daddy picked it out."
"You did, Mr. . . Uncle Bob?"
"Uhuh. Doesn't Margaret look sexy in it. Too Bad you can't see, but she's got matching red panties to go with it."
"I. . . Uh."
"Oh, you did see. What did you think?"
"Daddee! You're embarrassing Billy."
"Sorry. Let's go over and sit down."I'm sorry I peeked at you, Marge."
"It's all right. Don't worry about it. Okay? Now sit here."
"Huh. Uh, where are YOU going to sit?"
"It's okay. I'll just sit here on Daddy's lap. Ung!"
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"Something wrong?"
"No, I... Unh. Ow! It's just..."
"Here, Honey, lift up and move over a bit... There!"
"Oooh! Huf, huf. It's okay, Billy. It's just that 'something' in Daddy's pants stuck me." <giggle>
"Ungh! Margaret!"
"Sorry, Daddy, I couldn't help it. Unh. Is that better?"
"OOooh. Just fine, Honey."
"Uh, Margaret?"
"Billy!"
"Sorry. Marge. Are you sure you're okay. I mean, you could sit over here with me, if you wanted to."
"Unh. Oooh. No. It's okay, Billy, I'm comfortable here."
"Well, if you're sure. Uncle Bob? You look like you're sweating."
"It's just this damn chair. Here, Honey, lift up a bit, and I'll... Aahh! That's it."
"Oooh. You're right, Daddy, That's a lot better."
"Aaah! Now, young man, I want to know just how serious you are about my daughter."
"Uh. Gee, Mr... I mean, Uncle Bob. I'm not sure what you mean."
"I think you do, but never mind. Do you like Margaret?"
"Uhuh. Of course I do."
"Do you like her a lot?"
"Well, I uh... I guess so."
"Do you think she's sexy?"
"Uh..."
"Oh, never mind. Of course you do. Margaret?"
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Oooh! Uh, Yes, Daddy?"
"Do you find Billy sexy?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. He's almost as sexy as you."
"Good. I don't want you going out with someone you don't find attractive."
"No, Daddy. I like Billy a lot."
"Well, I guess that answers that. I... Uh. Hooo. Easy, Honey."
"Sorry, Daddy."
"It's okay. Now, Billy?"
"Uh?"
"Do you think I can trust you alone, with my daughter?"
"Alone? With Marge? Uh... Gee, I..."
"You'll see that she doesn't get hurt?"
"Hurt? Nobody's going to hurt Marge, if I can help it!"
"Good. Glad to hear that. Now I've been a little restrictive with Margaret and you, and I want to make it up to both of you."
"Uh? Uncle Bob? Me, and Marge?"
"Uhuh. If you two will do me a favor, I'll do you one."
"What's that Daddeeeeeek! Oh! Oooh. Huh! Sorry, Billy, I just sat on something I shouldn't have. It's okay now."
"You're sure? Both of you look like you're sweating."
"Huh. Huh. It's okay, really. What's that you wanted us to do, Daddy?"
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"Well, You know the cabin down by the lake? Remember how it got trashed, by those two bums... Well, okay, college-students. They acted like bums."
"Uhuh. Oooh, that feels... Sorry, Daddy. Huf. Huf."
"Well, I wondered if you two would clean it up for me. I'd make it worth your while. Oooh."
"You Okay, Mr... Bob?"
"It's okay. Well?"
"I don't know. What exactly is the deal?"
"Well, If I drop you two off down there this weekend, there's One-hundred dollars in it, for each of you, if you can have it cleaned up, by the time I pick you up Sunday night, at about 10:00. What do you think."
"Uh, Gee, I don't know."
"I'll supply the food, and you can both use the boat and hot-tub. How's that sound."
"It's more than generous, but I don't know."
"What's the trouble? Got another date?" <snicker>
"Daddy! You know he's not dating anybody but me."
"I know, Hoooo. Huh. That's what I was giggling about. What's the trouble, son?"
"Uh. It's Marge. And me. I mean, where are we going to sleep?"
"Oh, don't worry about that! There's a pull-out bed down there, and a BIG sleeping bag that fits right on top of it. I'm sure you two kids will do just fine. Is that all?"
"You mean, you want me and Marge to sleep..."
"Inside the cabin? Of course! That's why I'm sending you down there with her. You never know, with some of the men around here, what they might do to an innocent little girl like Margaret. That's why I want you to go down there with her. I want you to promise me, you'll stay as close to her, as you can. Promise?"
"Uh, OK. If you say so."
"Good. If you're there, I won't have to worry about Margaret sleeping alone."
"Uh."
"Aaaah!"
"Marge?"
"Nuh, huh, huthing. I... I'm Okay."
"Uncle Bob? You don't look so good either."
"Oh, Daddy's okay. Believe me, Daddy's doing just fine! Hooo!"
"Yes... Hoo. As I was saying, 'You never know what some horny guy might do to a little girl like Margaret here, if left alone with her.' I want you to make sure she gets everything she needs, while she's down there. Promise?"
"Uh... I guess."
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"Good. I knew I could trust you. Just last week, I heard about this man, who left his teenaged daughter alone, and some guy came along, found the little girl alone, and next thing you know he was on top of her, pumping her tight little slit full of baby-juice. He must have fucked the little girl every day, for over a week. The kid didn't object, 'cause how was SHE to know you weren't supposed to let a man squirt his stuff inside you? The parents came home a week later and before you know it, the kid has a big belly. Oh, Sorry, Margaret. I didn't mean to shock you."
"It's Okay, Daddy. I've heard of this kind of stuff before."
"You have? Oh. Sorry. So you see why I'm sending you along with my daughter."
"Uh... I guess."
"I don't want some strange guy coming along, and knocking my little girl up. You'll see to it, that doesn't happen, won't you?"
"No strange man, is going to get MY girlfriend pregnant."
"Good. Then you'll do it?"
"Do what?... You don't mean..."
"Clean up the cabin, what else? Oh. You don't mean... Oh, haw, haw, haw! That's cute! Hey, Margaret, your boyfriend thought I was asking him to..."
"I know, Daddy. You're embarrassing him. Please?"
"Okay. That's settled then. Do you drive, Billy?"
"I'm sixteen."
"Okay. Tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning, I'll have the Jeep packed with food and gear, and you two can take off. Margaret knows the way there. I'll be down there Sunday, about 10 o'clock at the earliest, and 11 at the latest. If everything's spick and span, you both get the $100. If everything is BETTER than I expect, you get an extra $25. Agreed?"
"I guess. About Margaret, sir..."
"You just take good care of my little girl, and make sure she gets whatever she needs. Okay?"
"Okay, I guess."
"Daddy, I've got to go pee."
"Oh. Okay. Let's all get up and go then. OOooh. Ooof."
"Aaahh. Thanks, Daddy."
"Margie, Why don't you give your boyfriend a kiss good night, while I take care of something in the bathroom."
"Okay, Daddy!"
"C'mere, lover."
"Lover? Uh, Marge, I dunno... I... Mmmmmmmmph. Oooh.." <smack>
"Uh, Margaret?"
"Uh?"
"Your father. It almost sounded as though he wanted me to..."
"Yeah, it almost did, didn't it. Don't worry about it. We've got two whole days together, starting tomorrow, to think about this."
"Uh..."
"Oh, kiss me, idiot, then go home."
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"Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Hooo. Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, Billy."
"Good night, Margaret."
"Billy!"
"Sorry. Good night, Marge."
"Good night."
<click>
"Whew!... Oh my God! I'm leaking!"
"Is he gone yet?"
"Uhuh. Move. I've got to get to the bathroom... Oh God, what a mess!"
"I must have squirted about a gallon of cum in you."
"Two gallons, from the feel of it. God, that was so sexy. Feeling you squirting your sperm in me, while Billy didn't even have a clue."
"When you came there, I didn't have any choice. The feeling of your tight little slit squeezing on me, would have been enough to make a statue squirt sperm, and I'm no statue."
"Hooo. I guess it's a good thing my periods have stopped."
"Huh?"
"With all this baby-juice you squirted in my womb tonight, I probably WOULD get pregnant, even if you ARE my own father."
"Well, why don't we just go down to the bedroom, and test that little theory out?"
"Daddy! You sound like you WANT to get me pregnant."
"So, would you mind having your father's baby, growing in that tight little tummy of yours?"
"Of course not, Daddy, It's just that you..."
<click>
"Daddy? Do you think he'll like it?"
"If he's male, believe me, he'll like it."
"It seem so simple though."
"That's the idea. Sometimes the simplest things are the sexiest."
"But just a shirt?"
"Not just a shirt. A long COTTON shirt. One that is almost as long as most mini-skirts."
"But shouldn't I be wearing a sexy bra, or something?"
"No. With this shirt hugging you, your nipples show right through the cloth. Believe me, that's sexier than any bra."
"but no earrings, or makeup?"
"No. They spoil the image of sweet innocent little girl. The same thing with high-heels. You want to look like you're completely unaware of how sexy you look. You just think it's 'cute' to wear only a shirt and panties. You don't even know, that men like to look at your body, so you don't care if they see it."
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"Like a nudist, Daddy?"
"Somewhat. More like a 5-year-old girl, who takes her clothes off in front of the family, when she gets caught in the sprinkler, and her clothes get all wet. She doesn't know, or even care that the men in the family are staring at her naked little body."
"Daddy! That sounds awfully familiar!""Just who is this 'supposed' little girl you are talking about?"
"You of course, when you were 5 years old, and your cousin Billy was over for the first time."
"Ohmigod! You don't suppose that was why he's been chasing me all these years?"
"Could be. I know that just the memory still gives ME a hard-on."
"Ooooh, You DO have a hard-on. Too bad we don't have any time to do something about it."
"Yeh. It's a shame, isn't it."
"Daddy! You came in me three times last night, and twice this morning. You're just a horny old goat!"
"I'm just trying to make up for you being gone this weekend, Honey."
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll make it up to you, when I get back. You'll feel like a whole harem of schoolgirls were sucking and fucking you."
"How am I EVER going to make it until Sunday."
"Daddy! we just can't!"
"You're right. <sigh> C'mon, let's get this stuff put out there. You got everything?"
"Soap, towels, two bikinis, six pairs of panties, one lacy bra, one pair of short socks, toothpaste, a book to read. Yeah, I think I've got everything."
"No blouses? No pants? No dresses? No shirts, except the one you're wearing?"
"Check."
"Good. What's your excuse?"
"They were in the dryer, and I thought YOU packed them."
"Good. What about sex-things?"
"Let's see, a porno-book, that I just 'found' lying around the house." <giggle>
"What else?"
"K-Y lube, that I 'borrowed' from the bathroom, and a six-pack of condoms."
"Good. Hopefully, you won't need them."
"I know. I've got them hidden. They're only in case he's scared of getting me pregnant, and won't do it without them."
"Good. Did you prepare them?"
"Uhuh. Just like you told me to. The first one is OK. All the rest, I nicked the tip with a razor. They won't tear, until he's all the way up inside me, and hopefully won't notice until he's already filled my tummy with sperm. I figure after squirting in me a couple of times, he'll decide why bother?"
"What if he brings his own?"
"I substitute mine."That's what I thought. Before I knew what was happening, I asked him why couldn't fathers get their little girls pregnant, and he asked me, 'Who told me that?' By the time we got to the cabin, we BOTH knew I was pregnant, and who had done it.
"Oh boy!"
"Yeah. That's what I thought. It was only when I told Billy that I WANTED to have your baby, that I was able to keep him from heading down to the police station and having you arrested for incest, statutory rape, sex with a minor, sexual assault, child abuse, endangering a minor..."
"Huh? How's that?"
"Getting me pregnant... child neglect, running a house of ill repute, and who knows how many more charges."
"How did he figure that last one? I mean..."
"Oh That! He figured you were giving ME, as payment for cleaning up this dump. I put him straight on that one FAST. Nobody GIVES me to anybody. And I let him know it, in no uncertain terms. Then, I set him straight on the rest of it."
"How's that?"
"I told him first of all, that you never forced me to have sex with you, no matter WHAT he thought, and if he tried to accuse you, I'd deny everything. Then I told him, that I WANTED your baby, and had been disappointed up to now, that I couldn't. It took quite a while, to convince him on that one. In fact, we started picking up the trash around here, while we talked, and were finished, and had eaten lunch, before I managed to make him understand. It took me the rest of the afternoon, to convince him that both you and I really did like him, and you weren't setting him up to be the fall-guy for me having your baby. You weren't were you?"
"Oh my God, NO! Though I can see why he might think so. Oh Golly gee-whiz! I'm going to have to tell him..."
"Don't worry, daddy, I already did. After dinner, I managed to get him loosened up enough to get in the hot-tub, and things went easier, after that."
"That old gag still works, huh?"
"Yep, he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"We've got to get a sign for the tub: 'No clothing allowed.'"
"Too late Dear, I already let the cat out of the bag."
<giggle> "I meant, for the NEXT sucker."
"Oh. OK."
"So, the rest of the weekend, was almost one long orgy. When Billy found out about the bed, and the zipper with the super-glue, he laughed so hard, he almost got a hernia. By that time, Billy knew about the whole thing, and he got a big laugh out of each part of his planned seduction. All wasted of course, since he wasn't as shy as we were afraid he was, by a long shot. He snickered over the 'missing' clothing, and my selection of clothes that I DID bring. Billy wasn't shy about fucking me, once he knew I wouldn't get in trouble, if he did. He's almost as horny as you, Daddy. Then we both read the porno-mag, and duplicated everything we saw in there."
"Everything?"
"Everything! How come you've never fucked me in the ass, Daddy?"
"I didn't want to hurt you, Honey. You know that."
"It didn't hurt. We put some of that KY jelly on his prick, and on my ass, and it went in easy! I almost came, just from feeling him in my ass. Then he fucked me properly afterwards, and it was GREAT. Will you fuck me in the ass sometime, Daddy?"
"I guess, if you REALLY want it."
"I do. Maybe tonight?"
"We'll see. Is that all?"
"Mostly. Today I spent most of the day 'modeling' the bikinis and other sexy-ware I brought along, until Billy couldn't get it up any more. Then we went swimming for a while, and had lunch, and then Billy fucked me a couple more times before you got here. Billy doesn't squirt as much sperm in me as you do, daddy. Still, he can get it up almost as often. He's not quite as good a fuck, 'cause he doesn't know what I like so much, but he's learning fast. I guess, that's it."
"Well? Where is it?"
"Where is what, Daddy?"
"You said, you'd show me where I lied to you. I didn't hear it."
"Daddeee! Damnit! You told me I couldn't get pregnant by you! Satisfied?"
"I never told you that."
"Yes you did! You said..."
"Think about it. Did I EVER say, 'I can't get you pregnant,' or even, 'You can't get pregnant by your own father.'"
"Uh. Well, maybe not in so many words, but..."
"Think it over CAREFULLY. Remember, this is a serious charge you're making. Did I even IMPLY you couldn't get pregnant by me?... Well? Remember the day before you left? If you'll think about it, I kept TELLING you, you could get pregnant by me, and you kept making it into a fantasy."
"But then how did I... You MUST have done something!"
"Yes I did, and I'm sorry. When you got the idea at first, I didn't correct you. In fact, I even encouraged your mistake by deliberately NOT correcting you, when I could have. It was kind of sexy at first, thinking about sneaking a baby in your belly, when you didn't even know you could get pregnant. Then later on, when there really WAS a chance you might get knocked-up, you started telling me how much you wished I COULD. I just couldn't resist seeing how far it would go, before you found out that not only COULD I make a baby in your tight little tummy, but I already HAD. Sorry Honey. I almost got us all in a lot of trouble. Next time, I'll know better."
"It's OK Daddy. I'm not mad at you, though I was, for a while. I was so busy keeping Billy from going overboard, that I didn't have TIME to get mad at you, like I wanted to. Then afterwards, I didn't dare. I mean, if Billy found out I was even slightly annoyed at you, for getting me with a fat-belly... Whooo!"
"I guess that'll teach me to neglect my kid's education, huh?"
"Yeah. Can you imagine going to jail, just because you forgot to tell your little girl how babies were made? Anyway, that's over. I'm still a little bit annoyed about one thing though."
"What's that?"
"When you got me pregnant. I missed out on knowing you were doing it. I wanted to FEEL it, when you made a baby in my tummy."
"I don't know, it seemed to ME, like you felt it every time!"
"Oh Daddy! That's not it, and you know it."
"You're right. Sorry Margaret."
"It's OK Daddy. And Daddy?"
"What?"
"I want to apologize for accusing you of lying to me. You don't know how much it hurt me, to even THINK you had lied to me."
"Uh. I'm afraid I DO know. Someone I trusted very much, once lied to me. That's why I promised myself, I was never going to lie to you. No matter what. So far, I think I've kept my promise."
"Oh, who was it, Daddy? M..."
"Sshhh. Let's just say it was someone I trusted with my life, and I was betrayed. I don't want you getting mad, when you don't know the whole story."
"Daddy? Will you tell me some time?"
"Well... Maybe when you're 21... If you still want me to. Maybe then, you'll be old enough to understand. Maybe not. I still don't."
"Promise Daddy?"
<sigh> "OK. OK. I promise."
"Thanks Daddy. Daddy?"
"Huh?"
"Can we take a nap now? All this serious discussion has made me tired."
"You just want to go to bed with your old man."
"That too, Daddy." <giggle>
"Hoo boy, you two must have had quite a time of it in this poor old bag."
"It was fun, Daddy."
"Well, I sure hope so. Here, move over, so I can... Ooof."
"Oh Daddy, you've got another hard-on."
"Well, what do you expect, no sex for two days, then slipping into bed naked, with the sexiest female in three states?"
"Daddy! I'm not THAT sexy."
"Ever look in the mirror? Or ask Billy?"
"Billy is prejudiced."
"And so am I? I suppose so. So, what makes you think that kid in your belly is a little girl?"
"I don't. Oh Daddy, that feels good. Push it up inside me, so I can sleep with you inside my tummy."
"Might not get much sleep."
"It's OK, Daddy. You can cum in me. Just don't take it out, OK?"
"OK. If that's what you want."
"Uhuh. I want our little girl to get familiar with her daddy's big cock."
"Oh SHIT! Oh shit! Oh shit."
"Ooh. I bet our little girl likes that. Feeling her own Daddy's sperm, when she's still in her momma. Daddy, promise me something?"
"Hoo. After a cum like that, how can I refuse you anything? I can't afford anything expensive right now, Kitten."
"It won't cost much Daddy."
"Well, what do you want?"
"Daddy, I know this baby might be a boy, even though I hope it's a girl. I've already told Billy, that I expect to have at least two babies by you, before we get married, and he says he's willing to wait."
"So what do you want? My blessing on you two? You already HAVE that. And you don't have to have any more babies by me, if you don't want to. I'll understand. I mean, Billy is a VERY nice boy. Strike that. Billy is a very nice MAN, and I don't want to come between you two."
"Daddy, YOU don't understand. Billy is going to have to wait, 'cause I told him so, until I am finished having as many babies by my handsome father as I want. I want at least two, and possibly three or four. Maybe even five or six."
"Oh God! And Billy went along with this?"
"I told him he'd better, if he ever wanted to see me again. Besides, it's not as if he won't get to fuck me. I might even marry him, if he's willing to wait for his turn in making a baby."
"Wow. No wonder Billy called you strong-minded."
"Daddy, I'm not forcing him to stick around. He wants to."I'm not going to make him 'beat his meat' all the time he's waiting though. Especially, now that he's felt what the real thing is like. Even you. I won't FORCE you to get me pregnant, if you don't want to.
"Oh, I want to. I want to."
"I thought so."
"So, if it's not Billy, and you already know I'll give you all the babies you want, what is it?"
"You know what I said about our little girl getting to know her father's prick? ... Oh! I see you do. Mmmmmm, it's getting stiff inside me again."
"No shit! What do you expect, with a fantasy like that?"
"That's the idea. I don't want it to be just a fantasy."
"Margaret, I CAN'T fuck our own baby, while it's still in your womb."
"Oh, don't be silly Daddy, I don't expect you to. You might even hurt the baby."
"Then what DO you want?"
"Well, if it's a girl, I want you to promise you'll fuck her."
"I'm not going to rape my own kid."
"I didn't say rape her, Daddy. I said fuck her. Do just like you did me. Feel her up, rub her titties, put your finger in her little cunny, and squirt your sperm up inside her, just like you did to me. Only I want my little girl to be luckier than I was. I want my little girl to at least have a CHANCE she might be carrying her own father's baby in her womb, as soon as possible."
"God, Margie. You know how young YOU were, when you started having periods... Do you realize how young she might be, if I started the first time it was possible? Why she..."
"I know, Daddy. I read the articles too. When I think of how many kids we MIGHT have had by now, I almost want to cry. I don't want my little girl to miss out, like I did."
"My God, you're serious."
"You bet your boots I am, Daddy. Just think how tight she'd be inside. Oooh, That got you, didn't it? Making babies in little girls turns you on, huh? Promise me Daddy. Promise me, and you can make three or four babies in me. Oh! That's it! Squirt your sperm in me Daddy. Give our little girl a taste. She wants it. Please Daddy, Promise?"
"OK. OK. Huf. I promise. On one condition... Well, two."
"What's that Daddy?"
"First, she's got to want it. I'm NOT going to force her, or even ASK her. She's got to come to me, and ask."
"That's easy. I wouldn't expect anything different, anyway. However, I'm NOT going to hide how much I like sex from her, and she's going to know I like getting it from my own daddy. I don't think she'll wait as long as you might expect. What's the other condition?"
"That if it's a BOY, you agree to do the same thing with him. I STILL have wet-dreams about my mother, that I wish I could make real. If you don't want your little girl to miss out, neither do I want my son to."
"Now THAT is a promise!"
"Promise."
"Night dear."
"Night Daddy. Push it up in me a little more... There. I don't want it leaking all over the bed. Thanks.
"Sweet dreams."
"Mmmmm..."
"Damnit. She's snoring again. Oh well, if I can't sleep, what CAN I do? I guess I'll figure something out. Heh. Heh. Cute little baby girl, with her own father's prick stuck up inside her hot little hole, squirting sperm into her tight little belly, to join the kid he's already planted in her... Oh God, I... I... Oh Jesus, that's good. Hooo... NOW what am I going to do? I don't dare pull out. I'll get cum all over the sleeping bag. Oh damn, I'm trapped."
"Oh boy." | 1 |
2,392 | Raping Little Suzy | "Daddy," said my daughter Karen, trying to get my attention. I was sucking on the little girl's swollen breasts, while my little sister kept my cock hard by giving it an occasional lick, so it'd be ready when our daughter was.
"Yes, Honey?" I turned my attention to the 12-year-old girl's other nipple. In spite of her distraction, I could tell that the child was getting aroused.
"Isn't it about time you raped Suzy?" The little girl's voice was getting ragged as I started licking my way down her smooth little tummy.
This attracted my attention. I stopped licking the little girl's navel and used my hands to stimulate her while I answered.
"Gee, Honey," I said, "our daughter's only 4 years old! Give the little girl a chance. I didn't rape you until you were over 6 years old, you know. Even then, I was a little bit early. You didn't get pregnant until you were 7, and didn't keep one until you were 8. Even your sister..."
I was interrupted by Diane, as she told her own story.
"Daddy raped me for the first time when I was 5," she said proudly. At my stern glance, she continued, "Well, OK. 5 and a half. But I got pregnant with Jason when I was only 6." She looked over at me and amended, "OK, almost 7. And Daddy raped Ginny for the first time just last year. I think our daughter's already pregnant. Anyway, she's already starting to like it. Even though she's only 6."
Diane shifted her swollen belly to a more comfortable position as she continued, "So what makes you think Suzy needs it?"
"She's been playing around with Jason," said Karen, as I got ready to mount the little girl.
"So?" I asked. "Jason doesn't cum yet, and even if he did, do you care if your nephew gets Suzy pregnant? What's so different if I did?"
"The trouble is," said Karen, arching her back to take my engorged penis up inside her, "what if he doesn't? When Jason was finished, he had red on his cock, and it wasn't her virginity. She lost that 2 years ago when Jason did his first rape-training session. You remember? Suzy was the only one small enough and who still had her virginity then. Of course, there's Keri, and Tracy now."
"Oh Shit!" said my little sister, at our daughter's words. "You think she's already having periods?"
Karen was getting carried away; as the stimulation of my cock inside her made her forget the conversation for a moment. "Unh! unnngh! Augghh. Oh Daddy! Daddy. Fuck me! Get me pregnant, Daddy. I want another baby. Please Daddy! Knock me up?"
The whole family was getting excited, watching me get ready to impregnate my second-oldest daughter. "Do it Daddy," they all chorused, almost in unison, "make a baby in Karen."I let another shudder go through my frame as I went to work.
When I told the boss that I had to rape my daughter that night for her first time, she sympathetically let me go an hour earlier. I didn't make the mistake of coming home early though, as that might tip the little girl off. I didn't want any repeats of what happened to my little sister. I went over to my sister's grave and threw some flowers down on it from the bridge. They don't let you get too close, unless you're wearing protective gear.
That night, I tried to act normal, playing with Suzy no more and no less than I usually did. It was a strain, not reaching out and hugging her like I wanted to. Just before bedtime, Suzy came over, gave me a hug, a kiss, and whispered in my ear, "It's OK, Daddy. Really!" and trotted off, to be tied down. My jaw dropped. Suzy knew! Somehow the little girl knew. And she had gone to her room quietly, with no fighting. Tears ran down my cheeks as I thought of my love for the little girl. Well, in spite of (or because of) my love for my child, I wouldn't stint on her tonight. Suzy would get it all, even if she was only 4 years old.
For the next hour, I tried to lose myself in watching TV, but the news made it hard to forget. Finally, it was time. At 20:00, I knew I had put it off long enough. I heaved myself out of my chair and headed down to pick up the pill that would enable me to do the job that I had to do. I knew that without the bio-engineered helper-pills, I wouldn't even be able to have an erection at the thought of what my little girl would go through, let alone be able to rape her properly.
Karen was waiting for me by the door to the "safe" room. She already had my pill, and a glass of milk to wash it down with, in her hand. "Thanks dear," I said, as I picked up the yellow and gold pill and gave her a kiss. This might be the last kiss I ever had, without guilt overpowering me.
Suddenly I looked down at the distinctively colored pill in my hand. "A FIVE?" I asked. "My God Karen. She's only 4 years old! I only needed a three, for YOU!" I was almost crying.
Karen was crying. After all, the little girl was HER daughter too. Still, she nodded, before replying. "You love her too much," she said. "If you go in there and can't get it up..."
I entered the "safe" room. Unusually, in our case, it actually was a converted safe. The building had at one time been a bank, and we used the old safe as a "safe" room. Funny isn't it? One thing for sure, I'd never be able to break out, unless the monitors said it was OK. Not with three-inch thick steel walls. We didn't even need soundproofing like most "safe" rooms, as the thickness of the walls precluded the need. I felt the pressure change as Karen shut the door, and the life-support system took over. There was a final-sounding "thoom" as the big door sealed. I knew there would be no exit now, for three hours. By which time, either everything would be OK, or Suzy, or me, or both of us would be dead. It was a sobering thought. I looked over at the little girl tied spread-eagled on the bed/rack. Only four years old. She hadn't even had a chance to go to kindergarten yet. The crying shame was that she was so precocious in so many ways. She was already reading grown-up novels, why did she have to be precocious in this manner also?
I let my looks linger over her small body one last time. How could a man get excited at this? Smooth boyish hips. Not even bumps on her little chest. Well maybe tiny ones, she WAS precocious. Her tiny little slit wasn't even tempting. She looked almost sexless. I knew, that in a short while, my viewpoint would change drastically.
I popped the pill in my mouth and washed it down with milk. Then I stood, and waited. I knew that the nano-robots on the cover were primed by milk, and were already stripping the cover off, as it made its way down my throat. The new fast-acting pills made it easier to take. I shuddered for one last time. A Five!
Suddenly, I was no longer scared. I was a MAN, and I knew what needed doing, and I was going to DO it. I looked over at the sexy young thing tied up for my pleasure. GOOD! She couldn't move, so I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt by flying fists, or raking nails. (The thought, that it would be harder to hurt HER, if she couldn't be bent out of shape, didn't occur to me.) I went over, and sniffed at the child's crack.
The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. THIS was what I needed. I suddenly had no control over my body, as I started licking the crack of the little girl, like a man fresh from the desert would go for ice-cream. The pheromones emanating from the little-girl body almost drove me insane. (Of course, I WAS technically insane at that moment anyway.) It was definitely the "right-time-of-month" for the little-girl/woman. (Somewhere in the back of my mind, a sigh of relief went unheard.)
I ate, and slobbered, and rasped my tongue up and down the little girl's slit, trying to drink more and more of her sweet juices, before I lost control. My slobbering must have woken Suzy up.
"Daddy?" she asked, hesitantly.
Thank God for the pill. I was unable to answer intelligently. I let out a loud, "Grraauuugh!" My arousal had reached a point, where I HAD to do something. I grabbed my engorged penis, and tried to shove it up inside the tiny little hole that I had been slobbering over. It wouldn't go.
My drugged body couldn't believe it. I tried again, pushing harder. Surprisingly, the little girl didn't resist, and actually pushed back! It still wouldn't go. I don't know what would have happened, if Suzy hadn't spoken up, not in pain, or fear, but sensibly. "Lube," she said.
Even my sex-crazed mind made sense out of this. In my neglect, I had wasted time, I should have had the little girl all lubricated BEFORE I took the pill. Luckily, the tube was right to hand, and I hurriedly smeared it on my cock, and barely as an afterthought, on the little girl as well. This time, when I pushed, my cock started in.
I looked down, at where my big cock was entering the little-girl body. Eleven and a half inches of cock were somehow going to go into that little forty-two inch body. By the time you subtracted a foot and a half for her legs... My cock was going to be halfway up in her chest, when I bottomed out. I felt proud, that I had such a big cock. The contrast was something.
"Aghh!" gasped Suzy, when my cock first entered her. Then gasps and whimpers as I went deeper. Next a loud, "Ow!" as I broke through the remnants of her hymen. Her cousin had been too small to complete the job. I pushed in still deeper, until over four inches had penetrated the child's body, and I was at the end of her vagina. By this time, Suzy was crying steadily. I could see blood dripping out around the tightly stretched lips of her vagina, and I knew I had torn her when I went inside. I was proud of myself.Not many men could tear a girl, just by sticking his cock inside her. I couldn't wait until I got it all the way inside!
This goaty thought was enough to make me climax for the first time. My overexcited cock began spewing baby-juice all over the inside of the little girl's vagina. Knowing that she could get pregnant was an extra thrill. I imagined the little girl's belly swollen with my baby inside, and I pushed even harder, trying to impregnate her, while I continued to send spasm after spasm of potent sperm into the little girl's tiny belly.
As my ejaculations slowed, the stimulation of the little girl's vagina squeezing on the end of my cock made me want more. I needed more! I pushed more of my cock into my daughter's tiny little belly. There was a tearing/ripping sensation, and Suzy screamed! Ahhh! It felt so good! Another 3 inches of my cock slid into the tight sleeve. By now, it was clear up inside the little girl's womb, and I was STILL squirting sperm inside her. I withdrew a half-inch, and pushed back in. Suzy screamed again. Boy, that felt good! Out, and in again. More screaming from Suzy, as my cock went even farther inside. By now, 2/3 of my cock was buried in the little girl's belly. The screaming intensified, as I pushed in even harder. I was going to plant the rest of my seed, as far up inside the little girl's belly as I could. Her screams by now were almost continuous, as she tore a little each time I pushed forward. The little girl's screams were becoming associated in my mind with the pleasure I was getting from the little girl's body sliding down my cock. I had to get the rest in! Grabbing the little girl's hips, I pushed forward with all my might, as I pushed my cock up into the little girl, like a man coring a pineapple. There was a final tearing sensation, and all but the last two inches of my cock slid up inside my tiny little daughter's torn belly. I could feel the little girl's liver move out of the way, as the tip of my cock forced its way through the torn walls of her womb, and up inside her belly, until it came to rest against the diaphragm separating her chest cavity from her stomach. I could feel the little girl's heart beating wildly against the head of my penis, as I forced the last two inches up into and THROUGH her diaphragm!
Suzy fainted, as the pain must have finally been too much. I was somewhat disappointed when the screaming stopped, as I had begun to associate it with the pleasure. However, the feeling of the little girl's heart beating against the tip of my penis, while her lungs massaged it, caused me so much OTHER pleasure that I felt it was a fair exchange.
I began spewing still another load of sperm inside the little girl. Only this time, it squirted against the little girl's heart and lungs, from the inside.
I worked my cock in and out, for a bit, enjoying the feel of the little girl's bare pussy rubbing against the base of my cock while her whole body massaged the length of it, like a sock drawn on over my foot.
After a while, the limp little body no longer provided me with the same pleasure. It had felt so much better (and tighter) when the little girl had been screaming and fighting back. I still needed more release! Three times now, I had ejaculated my seed into various parts of the little girl's body, but I needed at least two more. Hurriedly, I withdrew from the child's vagina, and forced my swollen member up the child's defenseless anus.
Suzy would have screamed again, I'm sure, if she had still been conscious, as my 11-inch cock slid up into her poor little rectum. The lubrication of my sperm and her blood made it go in easily, and it wasn't until the last three inches went inside her that I tore open her intestines, and forced my penis the rest of the way up into her guts, so that it went through the same hole as before in her chest cavity. Pulling the little girl's body on and off my engorged cock, I jacked off inside her, enjoying the feeling of her body resisting me, as I pleasured myself in her. This was great. This was what a man was FOR! I ejaculate another generous helping of my incestuous sperm inside the little girl's torn body.
After a while, the lack of resistance began to pall. I needed MORE stimulation! Removing my penis from her ravaged behind, I pulled the bottom of the hood from her chin, and tried to insert my blood, sperm and shit-covered cock into the child's mouth. It wouldn't go more than an inch, before slamming against the back of her mouth. I was frantic now. I had to get inside her! Madly, I ripped at the restraints holding the hood, and her head in place; ones designed to prevent this very thing. They weren't designed to stand up a 200-pound man's frantic yanking though. Intentionally so, as I would have mashed her head, in my frantic need, if I had to, to remove it from the straps.
Yanking at the girl's head, I bent it backwards, and forced my cock down her throat. It STILL wouldn't go far enough. Yanking even harder, I bent the child's head backwards even farther, until I had a straight shot down her oral cavity, barely hearing the sickening "snap" of her neck. The shudders of the girl's lower body suddenly ceased. I didn't notice. I finally had managed to push my swollen penis down the little girl's throat. Her gasps for air stimulated my cock to new heights. God, it felt good!
Trying to get even more stimulation, the next time I felt Suzy sucking for breath, I rammed my cock down her throat, into her windpipe! This was wonderful! The girl's body began thrashing, as the air was cut off. The suction on my penis was incredible, as her body tried desperately to get air. I began spewing great gobs of sperm into the little girl's lungs, as her body gave a last climactic shudder, and then became still.
For what seemed like hours, I rested there, feeling the last sticky drops of cum flow from the end of my penis, coating the inside of the little girl's now quiet lungs. Finally satisfied, I withdrew.
I felt wonderful, satisfied as never before. I had proved my maleness on this insignificant female form. I was magnificent. I was a MAN! I was... I was... I was a man who had just brutally murdered his own little 4-year-old daughter.
I felt like cutting my own throat, as I came down from the effects of the pill, and looked at the terribly ravaged figure of my little girl. Blood, Shit, and sperm were everywhere, somehow accentuating the innocence of the tiny body. Now that the pill's effects had worn off, I could remember the code needed to remove the child's restraints. I did this, and then picked up the rag-doll-like body, and cuddled it, while tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew that too much time had passed to help her now. I wondered just how I was going to explain that to Karen. Carefully, I wiped the little girl's face clean, trying to keep from wincing at the sight of the drool of blood and sperm that dripped out. My sorrowful meditation was interrupted by a faint, "beep".
It couldn't be! I had strangled the little girl with my cock for over 10 minutes. I knew it! Still, hoping against hope, I looked over at the monitor. "Beep." One minute and 20 seconds. One minute and 22 seconds. 23. 24. 25. "Beep."
A cold flow of adrenaline ran through my veins like ice-water. The time-dilation. I had forgotten the time-dilation! Suddenly, the drills trained into me for hours each day over a period of months took control of my body like a robot.
"First check for arterial bleeding. If necessary, tie off the artery with whatever comes handy. Just don't tie it around the victim's neck! (Ha ha.)"
Frantically I searched for the flow that would endanger all other measures. I ignored the broken neck, that made the little girl's head flop like a dead chicken. No sign of the heavy flow that a broken artery would have produced. "Beep," went the monitor. One minute 35 seconds.
"Next, look for puncture-wounds in the chest." I shivered, as I remembered the terrible hole I had put inside the little girl's body earlier. Still, I didn't think I had damaged her lungs. "Beep." One minute 50 seconds.
"Finally, before starting, drain as much as possible, of any fluid from the victim's lungs." I shuddered, as I remembered just how much thick sticky cum I had ejaculated inside the child's lungs. My body ignored my mental despair, and proceeded to turn the child over, head down, face down, and pushed HARD on her back. I noticed, and tried not to disturb a mysteriously broken arm, as I did so. Only a small amount of drool and cum dripped out. "Beep." Two minutes 10 seconds.
"Then, and only then, administer CPR, using the oxygen mask clipped to the side of the tie-down table."
Thankfully, the oxygen mask was already pre-set to administer to a child of Suzy's size. I mentally thanked Karen for doing her job. Grabbing the mask, I squirted two puffs of oxygen in the little girl's lungs, making sure the chest rose. Then push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I fell into a rhythm. As I pushed with one hand, I worked out the defib, with the other. "Beep." Two minutes 40 seconds. I breathed a sigh of relief. Well under the four minutes at which brain-damage occurs.
Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen.Using my free left hand, I placed the patches in the proper spots on the little girl. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I got the last patch attached and hit the "RUN" button on the heart-monitor. "BLAAAAAT!" Hastily, I removed my hands from my daughter's body while the electrodes shocked her heart back into working. "Bee..." 0 minutes 0 seconds. From the monitor. Blip, Blip, blip-blip, blip, blip, blip. My daughter's heart was beating again.
I was crying again, and not in the least bit ashamed, as I watched my daughter come back to life. Already, the plague-bots were doing their intended job and repairing the terrible damage that I had inflicted on her. As I watched, the tears in the skin around her vagina slowly closed, and the skin knit back together. I knew that inside, even greater marvels were being performed as the nano-engineered robots repaired the damage wrought by me. Only by repairing great bodily harm, while being injected with a close relative's sperm and male-system 'bots, close to the injury, could a child as young as Suzy's immune system be overcome by the male-portion of the super-microscopic system, and thus give her the benefits, as well as the drawbacks of the plague. Mentally (for the thousandth time) I cursed the religious fanatic who had so ingeniously crafted this system. The benefits, of almost complete immunity to physical harm or disease, were astounding. The drawbacks were just as bad. A second time, I cursed him, adding to the billions of curses already heaped upon his roasting soul. This time it was for his stupidity, at missing the bug in the 'bots program that was supposed to ensure fidelity.
I managed to remember to hold Suzy's neck straight while the repair work went on, so we wouldn't have to break it again later. After about 20 minutes, she seemed to be just sleeping, and her feet responded by curling to the pressure of my finger, so I laid her back on the tie-down rack and, after placing new covers on it, I put back the restraints. Hopefully, she would think it was all just a bad dream when she awoke.
I watched with a heart filled with love as the little girl's chest rose and fell repeatedly. It would never be this bad again. Next month, unless we were lucky and she got pregnant, she would already be inoculated, and I would only have to fuck her normally. (Of course, even this would be painful for such a little girl, as I was large, she was small, and her vagina would have shrunk back to its little-girl size. Even her virginity would have been repaired.)
I thumbed the intercom and heard my daughter's quiet sobs. I think Karen figured that she had lost both of us, as it was now over two hours into our isolation period, and she hadn't heard from me. Thankfully, I had good news.
"Karen," I said, barely able to get the words out through my suddenly constricted throat, as I thought of how close I had come to never seeing either her OR Suzy again, "we both made it."
I then started weeping uncontrollably as my thumb dropped from the button.At this point, the man would also be protected, so it was to his advantage to get married as well.
Of course, not being completely stupid (well, he was a genius, even if blind in certain spots), he checked prototypes of his creations out before releasing them on an unsuspecting world. The trouble really came out of what he used to check them out on. Like any self-respecting researcher, he used laboratory white mice. After several generations of robots, he finally got one that seemed to produce the desired results in the observed mice. Not wanting to produce a race of immortal mice, his program had a built-in fail-safe, which he activated, killing all the mice and all the robots used in the test. It is assumed that there was a similar fail-safe built into the ones used for humans, but he was torn apart by the mob before he had a chance to activate it. The nano-bots were self-protecting to an amazing degree. If examined with penetrating radiation, they self-destructed into a completely unrecognizable mess, so it was almost impossible to examine them. At the time of the story, scientists had just been able to freeze some with liquid helium and make some cursory examinations. Previously, because of the technological breakdown, no such studies had been possible.
It wasn't until about a month after the first release, when he announced his invention to the world, that the horrible results of an otherwise minor bug in his invention's program became apparent. His testing had all been with laboratory rats, which for research purposes are inbred to a degree unheard of in the real world. The bug didn't show up at first, until people who had just gotten married started dying in a most horrible manner. People who were already married seemed to be immune. About six months later, unmarried women started dying as well. At this point, it looked as though the human race was finished, as only married couples were surviving, and there were no successful new marriages.
When that news came out, was when the mob tore through the prison gates, took the inventor out, and ripped him limb from limb. They then proceeded to his house and killed all of his relatives, saying that if they weren't going to have any children, none of his would survive. This became a worldwide witch-hunt. Even after one hundred years, the suggestion that someone might be distantly related to "Bad Jahmain" was enough to start people to unthinkingly and uncaringly kill and destroy any male relative of the accused person. People no longer killed the female relatives, preferring them to suffer, "as they deserved," by dying by the "plague" as it was now called.
It was only after the population of the world had been reduced by almost 2/3, by either the plague, suspicion of the plague, riots, malnutrition, wars, and other calamities, that a curious pattern of survivors was observed. People (such as some families in Arkansas) who came from highly inbred relationships, weren't dying at the same rate as everyone else. In fact, the closer the relationship, the better the chance of surviving marriage. Suddenly, the world went on a wild orgy of incest.
Surprisingly, it actually worked. The nano-bots' program had a flaw that made them reject DNA too far out of "spec" with their hosts and treated it as a case of rape or adultery. Only a male with at least a 27% match of DNA would be acceptable to them. Any others would be fatal to both partners. Thankfully for the biodiversity of the human race, there was a second bug that only became apparent after almost 30 years. There was a hole in the program that counted female births. Once a woman had her four daughters and actually had a male baby, for some reason, the "chastity" program no longer worked on her. For this reason, women who managed to have a male baby were highly prized and could almost name their rewards and who they would accept as partners. Eventually, to counteract the world's outrage when several men were found to be holding 7 "male-bearers" as concubines against their will, laws were enacted to ensure a more even distribution. Such women were forbidden from carrying more than 1 baby for any one man, and any man who was found to have impregnated a woman not his immediate relative more than once had his male organ scratched while covered with vaginal secretions from another man's woman. The death was not nice.
After about 80 years, an unusual side-effect of having the 'bots monitoring appeared. Because of inbreeding, people who started having sex early as a precaution, the average age of first menstruation and first successful pregnancy began to drop. Normally, this would have been self-correcting, but the nano-'bots' repair facility actually made it possible for incredibly young girls to not only menstruate but to actually get pregnant and successfully carry their babies to term. In fact, it was extremely rare for a pregnancy to not go to term, and unheard of for the mother to not survive, no matter how young, as the nano-'bots continually monitored the whole process and made sure not only of the health of the mother but that the DNA pattern was properly followed, and the baby developed normally. For some reason, there were never any twin or other multiple births anymore. At the time of the story, it was not completely unheard-of for a child as young as 4 to have a baby, and the current world-record was a girl who had her first baby two months shy of her third birthday. Both baby and mother were doing fine, and at the time of the story, the young woman was on her fourth male baby and was hoping to compete for the world record of 5. Her daughter (the first of 20) was already on her second male child at the ripe old age of 15.
The nano-'bots seemed to have a learning program of some kind, because they seemed to get better at taking care of people as the years passed. They also got harder to fool.
There was a trouble with the youth-progression though. First, the younger the child was when they had their first period, the sooner they needed to be "serviced" or "raped" by a male relative. And it really was "Rape". Children that young are going to be hurt when a male old enough to ejaculate forces his penis into such a small hole. Also, the injury-repair program that was originally intended to be activated by the breaking of a woman's hymen seemed to need unusual measures to be activated in children younger than 6 years old. The child's immune-system, already bolstered by her own female-system 'bots, actively rejected the male-system bot's that normally would re-program hers to do their repair-work. Only by giving both sets of plague-'bots a major repair job right at the sight of their joining could they be overcome. If the activation was not done the first time, the job became progressively harder as the female-system bots learned to repulse the male ones until, if the subject didn't get activated by the third time, they never would. There was some debate in the medical community at the time whether the benefits of being protected and almost immortality thereby were worth the almost 15% death-rate of those who tried for the third time.
In case the reader is wondering about a runaway birthrate, the population at the time of the story was just barely approaching 50 million again in the United States, and there were signs of a vastly slowing fertility rate. Some secondary program in the nano-'bots seemed to be kicking in. Since the original inventor had been a rabid environmentalist as well as a devout Muslim, this was no surprise.
Oh yes, one final thing: "Surprise-surprise:" The effect of the 'plague' on religion was exactly the opposite of what the originator intended. There were now NO Muslims left in the world. Those who survived the original pogroms and riots either switched religions (for health reasons), were killed in later riots when they were discovered, or went completely underground. Any remnants now embraced a religion that was far removed from what Mohammed had originally set up, as Mecca no longer existed, having been leveled by a 50 megaton warhead, and the required public prayers and posturings would have gotten the poor worshiper mobbed the moment they started. There were only 5 official copies of the Koran in the world. One in Moscow, 2 in the Vatican, One under heavy guard in the library of congress, and one in the Louvre in France. Anywhere else in the world, it was a capital offense, punished by instant on-the-spot stoning to death, to possess a copy. Probably, all your male relatives would be killed too, and your female relatives left to die from the plague.
This last actually happened, just outside the story. The "Haas" riots referred to had been a case of mistaken identity. The man, one Ira Hass, had been a student studying the early years of the interregnum. At that time, a Charismatic preacher had written a vitriolic attack on Mohammed, entitled "The fallacies of the Koran," which the young man had been reading. A neighbor, who had just lost his 6-year old daughter to the plague, noticed him reading a black book with the word "Koran" on it and had gone insane. He had gathered up a posse of neighbors and had practically torn the young man limb from limb, never giving him a chance to explain. They had then proceeded to stone his son and younger brother to death and killed his father when he returned from work, rejoicing in their "cleansing" of their town.The only male survivor of the family was a cousin, who died of head injuries about 8 months later. It was only after they had finished their "dirty work" that someone noticed the real title of the book, just before they were going to burn it.
At first, the town tried to hush the whole thing up, but the 7 remaining women, having no reason to keep quiet, yelled the whole story to the press. There was nothing that anyone could do for them now, of course, and all except one committed suicide. That one was pregnant and had narrowly missed being killed too. If the mob had realized she was carrying a male child, she would have been as well. As it was, the only remaining member of the family would have to wait until he was 15 or so and hope to attract some of the few "male-bearers" to continue his family line. Since the whole world felt guilty about this, his chances were probably pretty good. Certainly, he would have no financial worries.
Oh, one final thing, hinted at in the story: Once a "termination" sequence had been activated, the 'bots attacked any live flesh available, not just their hosts, until the host flesh had been completely used up for energy. Only the original host would feed the dying 'bots, but a person could lose an arm or leg, past the ability of plague-'bot repair, if they handled the deceased body of someone who had recently died of the "plague." You generally wouldn't die; you would just almost wish you had. | 1 |
2,393 | Girl Scout Baby-Sitting Services | "But I don't HAVE a baby that needs babysitting!"
"Don't worry... WE supply that too."
"Uh... I'm not sure I want girls bringing over other people's kids."
"Oh, don't be silly! Part of the 'babysitting' service we Scouts provide is having you 'sit a baby' in the Girl Scout who comes over to 'sit' for you. No problem, see."
"Uh... But I already... Uh... My wife will...."
"Here... Let's give you just a TINY sample of the 'services' we're going to offer for a VERY reasonable price. You won't even have to take out a second mortgage."
"But I... Uh... Oh God...."
<Slurp, slurp, slurp.>
"Marie! Don't suck the slob off. SIT on him."
"But he... Oh damn, you're right. Here... get that thing in... UH!... Oh God, he's even bigger than Daddy. Shit. It feels like it's coming out my throat. Uh... huh... huh... huh."
"Careful. You don't want him cumming in you before he signs the babysitting contract."
"Oh God... I'm gonna...."
"Uh, uh, uhn, uh! No you don't! We don't provide babysitting services until you sign! Marie... You'd better get off now."
"But he's... Yes, Scout Cynthia."
"Now you be a GOOD little parent, and sign right here."
"But I'm NOT a parent."
"Don't worry... You WILL be, before the contract is up."
"There... Now let's be going, Marie."
"But... But... But what about my...."
"Oh... THAT. Your regularly scheduled babysitter will be over to supply the 'services' contracted for, at the specified time. Surely you don't expect one of US to do such a nasty thing? Goodbye, Mr. Jones; and thanks for your business."
"But I... But we... But I was just gonna...."
<Click!>
<Groan!> | 4 |
2,398 | Jacking off in your little sister | "Mike, did you remember to jack off in your little sister this morning?"
"Yes, Mom."
"BOTH of them?"
"Aw, Geez. Mom, I just blew my load in Cindy. Do I have to do Jenny too?"
"Mike, you know better than that. Jenny's period is in about two weeks, and your father and I don't want her missing her chance. Besides, it's time she helped out by having some of the babies around here, instead of having me and your Aunt Marie do all the chores... and that means that we expect you to do your part too. So get back in that room, and don't come out until your little sister's womb is full of cum, OK?"
"Yes, Mom."
"And don't try to sound like it's such a big chore... I know you like feeling your little sister's tight little slit sucking the sperm out of your prick up into her tummy just as much as she does... if not more."
"Aw, Geez, Mom... but Jenny's only 10 years old."
"Ten years old, or 25, your little sister has been having periods now for almost a year... she's definitely old enough to breed. Or do you want me to have your father do it? I thought you LIKED fucking the little kid... you've been doing it since she was five."
"Never mind, Mom. I'll do it. I just don't like the thought of hurting her by getting her pregnant when she's so little."
"You should have thought of THAT, the first time you squirted baby-making sperm in your little sister's tummy back when she was five. Now get busy."
"Yes, Mom."
"Good. I'll expect you to have both of your sisters pregnant before Christmas. Either that, or I'll have your father help out. Do you want that?"
"No, Mom... I'll do it."
"See to it... and Jenny?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Make sure your big brother does it right when he jacks off in you. And when he's finished, I want you to lay there for at least half an hour before getting up to let your big brother's sperm soak in properly, OK?"
"But, Mom, I'm hungry!"
"You do what I said. I'll keep your food hot until you get out... but if you rush the job, you won't get ANY breakfast, you hear?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Now Mike, you take your sister in the other room and jack off in her right this time. I want you to sperm your little sister's womb real good at least once before you leave for school for the next week. If you hurry, you'll have time for breakfast too; so hurry up."
"Yes, Mom."
"Geez, the things you have to do to get kids to do their chores today. <Sigh> I swear it wasn't so difficult to get you to jack off in me, when Mom had you knock me up for the first time."
<Snicker> "No, it never was."
"C'mere, Little Brother, let's go peek in on our kids, see how they're doing, and maybe get a little baby-making practice in ourselves."
"I thought from now on that you were going to leave the baby-making to Mike and his two little sisters."
"Like hell I am. I just want their help. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop having kids myself. Or do you want me to get Daddy to do the job again?"
"No... I'll do it. You always WERE the boss when it came to sex, weren't you, Janet?"
"And always will be too. And don't you forget it."
"Yes, Dear."
"C'mon... if we hurry, we can watch while our son squirts his sperm right up inside Jenny's tight little baby-hole, and plants a baby in his own little sister's cute little tummy at the same time as you jack-off in me, and plant yet another kid or two in mine."
"OoooooOhhHH!"
"I knew that would get you." | 1 |
2,404 | Practicing with my little sister | "It's time you two kids learned about sex. Now both of you get on the bed," said my mother.
Obediently, Karen and I started to climb on our mother's bed.
"Not that way, you idiots." Momma sounded disgusted. "Get undressed first!"
Karen grinned at me, and I grinned back. We knew that Momma wasn't really mad, just impatient for some reason. Still, we hurriedly stripped out of our clothes, before getting on the bed, as Momma told us to.
"Now you lie down there, and lift your legs, and spread them," said Momma to my little sister. "Then I'll show your brother what to do."
"Yes Momma," Said Karen. "Then what?"
"Then I'm going to teach you two how to make a baby."
I didn't say a word. I figured I already knew how babies were made, but if you think I was going to tell Momma that, you're crazier than I am. Especially, as it was beginning to look like Momma was not only going to TELL us how babies were made, she was going to give us an actual demonstration.
I wondered if she was going to actually let me stick my cock up inside my 6-year-old little sister, or just show us how. In either case, it just might lead to me being able to ejaculate my sperm inside the little girl. If not now, then maybe later, after Momma's "lessons." I figured that Karen wouldn't object to my advances, once Momma had broken the ice, so to speak. It turned out, that Momma was way ahead of me.
"Now you get between your sister's legs," she instructed me. "I'm sure you know what to do then."
I couldn't believe it. Momma actually WANTED me to fuck my little sister? "You mean...?" I asked.
"Uhhuh," said Momma, "I'm sure you'd like to, so get up there and teach your little sister how to make a baby."
I couldn't deny the "like-to" part. My cock was so swollen, I thought it would burst. Still, this WAS my little sister.
"Uh, Momma?" I asked, "What if she...?" I couldn't say it. I tried again: "I mean, what if I...?" I still couldn't say it.
Momma could. "Get her pregnant?" she asked.
I nodded. My cock bobbed in time with my head, leaking dribbles of pre-cum on my little sister's leg.
"It's OK Mike," reassured my mother. "Karen's too young yet, to have a baby. Besides, it'd be kind of nice, to have another child around the house. So don't worry, just do it. Let's see if you're man enough."
I couldn't believe it. Momma not only didn't seem to care, if I got my own little sister pregnant, she actually seemed to WANT me to.
Well, I might not believe it, but that didn't stop me. I pushed my pre-cum dribbling cock up against my little sister's tight little hole, and shoved!
Chapter: 2
"Ow!" said Karen, "That hurts."
"Sorry," I said. Well I was, but not TOO sorry. My little 6-year-old sister's tight little cunny was wrapped around the head of my leaking penis squeezing it in a manner that threatened to have me squirting baby-juice all over the inside of her vagina, before I even got all the way inside her.
"I've got to get the rest of it in." I warned her.
"Does he have to, Momma?" Asked Karen.
Momma's face was bright red with excitement, as she watched my cock slide a little farther into my sister.
"Yes dear," she replied. "He's got to get it all the way up inside you, if he's going to impregnate you properly."
Momma's words almost had me spouting my sperm in my sister's tight little cunny, before I was fully inside her. WOW! Momma actually WANTED me to impregnate my little sister. My cock must have grown at least another inch, at the very thought. Still, as Momma had previously pointed out, Karen was probably too young yet, to get pregnant. I pushed in a little harder.
"Ow," said my sister again, then she bit her lip, to keep from squawking.
I didn't like the thought of hurting my little sister, but the tight ring sliding down my engorged penis, was too exciting for me to stop now.
Suddenly, the rest of my cock slid home in my little sister's belly, as I felt the tight ring of her vagina come to rest around the base of my cock. In the meantime, ANOTHER tight ring slipped over the head of my penis, and a little over halfway down. I knew I had just busted my little sister's cherry, and the remnants were still squeezing on my prick.
I looked down, to where my penis vanished into my little sister's crack. Her tight little cunny was obscenely stretched around the base of my prick, and my fuzz of pubic-hair was rubbing against their smooth nakedness.
I couldn't believe it. I had cock all the way up inside my own little 6-year-old sister's tight little cunt, and I was actually fucking her.
Momma seemed to be as excited as I was. "That's it," she encouraged. "Fuck your little sister. C'mon boy, do it. Teach your little sister how to make a baby. Go on Mike, knock the kid up."
The only one who didn't seem to be enjoying this, was Karen. Still, she didn't seem to mind all that much. In fact, she actually encouraged me to go on, as she seemed to want to please Momma. "Yeah Mike," she said, gritting her teeth, and pushing back at me.
I could see a trickle of wet seeping out of the corners of her eyes, as the fought back the tears, but she still continued to egg me on. "Do it Mike," she said. "Knock me up, like Momma says. Teach me how to make a baby, so I'll know what to do, when I get married. I don't mind Mike. You can make a baby in me, if you want to." All the time, she kept rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her tight little hole.
Chapter: 3
It was too much for me. Feeling my little sister's tight little hole squeezing on my swollen cock was bad enough, but hearing BOTH my mother and little sister begging me to knock her up was too much. I began squirting my sperm all over the inside of my little sister's tight little cunt.
Oh God, it felt good to let that load of baby-juice go. Right where it belonged too. Right up inside my own little sister's welcoming young womb. Oooohhh, it felt good!
Seeing me lose control, and jam my exploding cock up inside Karen's little slit, Momma knew I was doing it as well. "Feel it?" she asked Karen. "Feel your brother squirting something inside you? That's his sperm. The stuff that makes babies in little girls. Your brother's squirting the stuff that makes babies right up inside you, and he's going to make a baby in that cute little belly of yours. Go on, squeeze your brother's cock, and make him squirt inside you. That's it Honey. Make your brother squirt LOTS of the stuff that makes babies right up inside you, where it belongs."
All the while Momma was saying this, my cock continued to pulse inside my little sister, sending wave after wave of thick sticky cum up inside the little girl's body.
I couldn't believe how much sperm I was ejaculating inside my little sister. On and on it went, until finally I had no more to give. Still, my penis ached with dry squirts, as I tried to send still more baby-juice into my little sister's womb.
It was no use, I had given her every bit I had. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of my little sister, while her cunny kept my shrinking cock warm, squeezing out every last drop of incestuous sperm up inside her, where it belonged.
Afterwards, Momma told us both to just lie there awhile, so that my sperm would have a good chance to soak into Karen's womb, before we got up.
That night, Momma had us "practice" again.
In fact, from then on, until I went to college, Momma insisted that Karen and I "Practice making a baby." at least once a day, while she watched. Quite often, we "practiced" much more often than that. In fact most of the time I slept in my little sister's bed with her; and we'd practice making a baby before we went to sleep, and once again in the morning.
It was fun. Besides, it sure made Momma happy, to know that her two kids were working to give her the grandchildren she wanted.
Two years later, when Suzy turned 7-years old, Momma had me teach HER how to make a baby, as well. She got to be almost as good as her older sister.
I imagine you think that with all that "practice" we'd get so good at it, that we actually succeeded some time. Well, that's another story. | 1 |
2,414 | A Day in the Life of Suzy Jenkins | "And now, ladies and gentlemen, we bring you 'The continuing saga of The Life of Suzy Jenkins... 10-year-old.' Yesterday, as you remember, Suzy had just given her father a blowjob, when her mother walked in the room. Seeing that her little girl had taken every bit of her father's cum inside her mouth, not even pulling off when the man's enormous cum came running out her nose, Marlene figured that Suzy was old enough to learn more advanced methods of getting her father off, and had suggested that Max teach their little girl how to make a baby. It is at this point that we resume our story. But first, a word from our sponsor.
"Well, Suzy, would you like your Daddy to teach you how to make a baby?"
"Gee Daddy, would you? I thought I'd have to wait until next year, when I was 11, just like Ginny did."
"Well, you seem to be learning a lot faster than your sister. Ginny's already 14, and she just got pregnant for the first time. The neighbors were beginning to make remarks about how I was neglecting her, and you know that's not true."
"No. I've watched you fucking Ginny, and you always were careful to do it right. She certainly can't complain that you pulled out, or something like that. Some people are just slower than others when it comes to sex. Heck, my grandmother didn't get pregnant until she was 16, and then her grandfather had to do it."
"Gee Momma, if I even wait until I'm 13 like Ginny, all the kids at school will make fun of me. I'd never live it down if I waited until I was 16 to have a baby!"
"Don't worry, Honey. These days, they've got medical assistance that can help girls as young as 7, or even younger get pregnant."
"Gee Momma, you mean I could have had 2 babies by Daddy by now?"
"It's possible. I've heard of girls as young as 4 getting pregnant, and as young as 5 having babies. That's awful young. Your father and I think that even 10 is a little young, but you've been growing up so fast, that we hate to hold you back, if you want to do it."
"I want to. Really Momma. Can Daddy do it right now? I want to learn how to make a baby, so Daddy and I can practice, until I get it right. Please Momma?"
"OK dear. Max, You go ahead and show her what to do. Just remember, go easy on her. She's just a little girl."
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"Oh Daddy, it's going in!"
"Ungh!"
"Ow!"
"Sorry. Ugh!"
"Oh Daddy. It hurts!"
"Your father's got to break your cherry, dear."
"Does he have to, Momma? Can't he just squirt the stuff that makes babies inside me, like Mary's father did?"
"Do you REALLY want to be the only virgin in your class, dear?"
"No, but why does it... OW!... have to hurt so much?"
<whimper>
"Just a little more, Honey. Ungh! There."
"Ow! Momma, it stings."
"Just a little bit now. Daddy's all the way up inside you now, and he's going to squirt his sperm inside you so you can have a baby, just like Momma, and your big sister did."
"Do it, Daddy. Get me pregnant."
"Easy, Suzy. If you keep squeezing on my cock like that I'll... Oh SHIT!"
"Oh Daddy!"
"Unngghh!"
"Uh!"
<grunt>
"Huh. Huh. Huh. Daddy!"
"Oh Suzy. I love you! Daddy's cumming in his little girl. Oh. Oooh. Oooooohhhh, Suzy!"
"Oooh. I love you too, Daddy."
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"Was that good, Dear?"
"Oh YES, Momma. I feel so warm and creamy inside."
"See, I told you you'd like it."
"Momma?"
"Yes, Dear?"
"Am I pregnant yet?"
"It's possible, but probably not. Most girls don't get pregnant their first time. If you're not, though, I'm sure your father could be talked into trying again until you are."
<sound of a pillow hitting a soft body>
<giggle>
<giggle>
"Well, folks, that's it for today's show. Be sure to tune in NEXT week to see if Max did it right and actually got little Suzy pregnant on the first try, or has to keep on trying until he does, on 'The continuing saga of The Life of Suzy Jenkins... 10-year-old.' Brought to you by: FAMILY condoms, the only condom allowed by the federal government to have only a 1% leakage rate, instead of the usual 10%, as FAMILY condoms are designed for family PLANNING, instead of prevention, along with the rest of the complete line of FAMILY products. Also, be sure to tune in later tonight when FAMILY products presents a special show on: 'Babies having Babies' or 'Three-Year-Olds pregnant by their own fathers', a frank discussion and actual demonstration of the new Alpha-Byzmatian ovulatory stimulator pills and the new super-relaxants that not only allow a three-year-old girl to take a full-grown man's penis all the way up inside her vagina without tearing, but to actually get pregnant and have her own father's baby, without resorting to surgical methods. We'll show actual footage of a 3-year-old not only GETTING pregnant by her father and carrying his baby, but delivering their child without needing anesthetics or screaming in pain."
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2,415 | At the doctor's office | "Karen Stanwick?" The pretty young girl in the nurse's uniform looked much too young to hold the job, seeming to be barely a year or two older than the budding teenager who rose from the chair in the waiting room. Still, her professional attitude and the crisp white uniform covering the firm young body underneath did a lot to add authority to her position. The smile she had for the 13-year-old, rising as her name was called, did a lot to dispel the younger girl's anxiety.
"Is this your first complete sex checkup?" she asked, scribbling notes in the pad of paper that was in the binder. Karen could tell from the quick glimpse she had of the contents that it contained what was probably her entire medical history.
"Yes," she said, somewhat nervously, wondering why the young woman didn't just read that information out of the file in front of her. Then she realized that the nurse probably didn't have time to read the entire file. Karen was just one person of many that the girl had to keep notes on.
"Oh. In that case, perhaps you'd rather have your mother present... at least during your first time? Some girls feel a little nervous about having their first sexual examination by a male doctor." The friendly grin of the older girl somewhat reassured the 13-year-old that she wouldn't be considered "chicken" or even unusual to want one of her parents present at that time.
Karen blushed. The LAST thing she wanted was to have her mother watching at what was sure to be an embarrassing moment for her, as the doctor did all those things she had heard about. Especially, since it involved her "private-parts". Karen was afraid she would be even more embarrassed if her mother saw her being touched "down there" than she would if she was alone with the doctor. Once again she blushed as she tried to explain this to the older girl. "No," she said, "I'd rather do it alone... I mean I'd rather be alone with the doctor, when he... Oh, you know what I mean."
Cindy grinned at the girl's embarrassment, but it was a friendly grin. After all, it hadn't been all that many years ago that SHE had her first sex-exam, as the two-year-old down in the clinic's child-care facility testified. (One of the many benefits of working for Doctor Curtis.)
"It's OK," she reassured the younger girl. "Most girls prefer to have someone present, like a nurse or one of their parents, for the first time, but not all do. Some feel more comfortable with just the doctor. We here at the Curtis clinic appreciate that, and try to make your checkup as pleasant as possible. So, if you'd rather just have the doctor, that can be arranged too. When it was my first time, I had my mother, my father, AND the nurse there... I was scared shitless." She grinned at the younger girl.
Looking up at the crisp white uniform of the nurse, who didn't look a day over 17 herself, Karen found this hard to believe, especially with the sexy walk and unconscious wiggle that the older girl put in every move she made.
CHAPTER: 2
"Really?" she asked. "I'm scared I'll cry or something, and that would embarrass me so much, I'd just DIE if my parents saw me. Especially Mother. She seems to think girls don't have to learn about sex; they just have to DO it, like she always did. All this 'modern foolishness' seems like just that to her. You know how mothers are."
Both girls grinned at each other. Being only six years older than the younger girl at 19, Cindy could still appreciate the generational difference.
"Well, thank goodness people are more civilized these days," observed Cindy as she ushered the barely teenaged "patient" into the examining room. "Anyway, I've got to take down a bunch of information first. Dr. Curtis has scheduled you for two hours this morning. It usually doesn't take that long, but he wants to be sure. In the meantime, I've got to get some preliminary information, and do some tests. Let's get started."
Karen settled herself down on the small shelf that passed for a chair, while Cindy settled down in the real one and started making marks in the book in front of her.
"Any Allergies?" she asked.
"No."
"High blood pressure?"
"No."
"Heart attacks, Rheumatic fever, Bleeding?" Cindy rattled on.
"No, no, no."
"Any STDs?" At the older girl's question, Karen looked puzzled.
"Sexually-Transmitted-Diseases... Syphilis, Gonorrhea, HIV?"
"No." Karen was blushing again.
"Of course not; this is your first time... Still, we're required to ask. Are you taking any drugs, or on any medication?"
"No." Karen's blush was even brighter.
"Have you had Chickenpox, Mumps, Measles, or Whooping-cough?"
"Mumps, I think, when I was six."
The questioning went on for almost 10 minutes, getting increasingly personal. By the time Cindy asked her about masturbating, and how and with what she did it, Karen's cheeks were flaming red. Her questions about the girl's menstruation were almost tame after that. After finding out that Karen had been menstruating for six months, regular for the last three, and had just finished her last period about a week and a half earlier, the older girl put down her pen almost with a sigh of relief. "At least YOUR mother listened to the instructions," she sighed, as she pulled an arm-cuff from a drawer and fitted it around Karen's arm. "Now I'll get your blood-pressure; take a couple of blood-samples; and as soon as the results are in, Dr. Curtis will be in to see you... OK?"
"OK." Karen was getting tired of all this.This was the first time she had ever been completely nude in front of anyone except her own parents, and the last time that had happened, she had been almost too young to remember it.
It didn't help that Dr. Curtis was as naked as she was, not even wearing shoes or socks. His penis was a soft dangle bouncing in the matted hair of his groin. Thank goodness for that. If it had been erect and pointing at her, Karen would probably have shrieked or fainted. As it was, she could barely keep her eyes off it, like a bird watching a snake.
"Uh... I... Uh," she responded, barely able to take the proffered hand and shake it, while keeping her eyes glued on the sexual apparatus of the handsome young man she supposed was Dr. Curtis.
Dr. Goodwin Curtis (No, people did NOT call him "Goody"... at least not to his face, anyway. His nickname was "Doug.") was not insensitive. In his work, he couldn't afford to be. The naked little girl shivering in the cool air of the examining room looked ready to faint from fright, and her staring at his penis was threatening to give him an unwelcome hard-on, which at the moment was the last thing the little girl needed to see.
"Uh, Karen?" he asked, "Are you sure you wouldn't feel better if the nurse was in here?"
Karen gulped and nodded. Suddenly she did NOT want to be alone at this time. It was all very well and good to play "macho", but being naked and alone in the same room with a naked man (no matter HOW friendly) for the first time, was downright scary. Dr. Curtis didn't seem to be surprised. Very few girls went through the complete sexual examination without having either one of their parents or the nurse there to provide a measure of reassurance. Besides, things usually went faster with a nurse present to take notes, instead of him having to do it all himself. Still, for those who preferred their first time to be alone, Dr. Curtis always tried to be sensitive to his clients' wishes. "Cindy?" he called out through the door, "could you step in here please?"
The door opened, and Cindy stepped inside. To Karen's surprise, the nurse was as naked as she and the doctor were. Karen hurriedly revised her estimate of Cindy's good looks upward from "pretty" to "beautiful." At 19, Cindy Macon had a body that most models would kill for. Long brown hair framed a smooth creamy face with just the right amount of mouth and nose to make her look sweet and nice, without being emphatic. The flood of brown hair cascaded down in smooth ripples to creamy shoulders, where it split, reaching partway down her back, and resting with just a hint of curl on a firm set of bosoms that Michelangelo would have mortgaged his soul to sculpture. Not a hint of sag or overblown fullness marred their perfection. They were full and pink with the blush of youth, as it wouldn't be that long before the young woman would be feeding her youngest daughter from those lovely nipples. The nipples themselves WERE erect, as the hustle and exertion of getting undressed in a hurry (not to mention being naked herself, with the handsome young doctor) had excited the young woman. From her breasts, down to her smooth flat tummy that showed no signs of wear or stretching from the two children she had carried inside it, on down to the fuzzy 'vee' surrounding her sex, and on down to two perfectly shaped legs, the young woman looked more like a high-quality porno-mag model than a physician's assistant.
Cindy's embarrassment at being naked in front of the handsome young doctor quickly faded, as it was replaced by another emotion: jealousy. She knew she would NEVER look that good, even if her body continued developing the way it had been. Her skin and face weren't that smooth and creamy, her knees were slightly knobby, her voice high and shrill, and she still even had freckles.
"God, I wish I could look that good," she said wistfully.
Cindy giggled. It was hard to remain annoyed or jealous of somebody that friendly. "If she only knew..." she thought. To certain men (like a certain doctor), the barely teenaged little girl would look FAR more attractive than she ever would. Her very innocence and youth gave her something that Cindy would never have again. (Not that she missed it all that much.) From her long black hair to her oversized big blue eyes, the younger girl was the very picture of "innocent little girl" that men wanted to take care of. Her slightly budding breasts and pouting young mound with just a trace of fuzz, reminding people of her impending womanhood, just added to the sweet innocent sexiness of the child. Cindy knew that the younger girl would retain most of that "sweet innocent" look for most of her life, while she hadn't ever really looked that innocent... Not even when SHE had her first sexual examination, about a year and a half earlier than Karen. She also knew that it would be impossible to explain all this to the younger girl, as girls like her always wished for bodies like she had. Still...
"Believe me," she said, "SOME people would think you're even prettier than I am." She deliberately avoided the eye of the young doctor who had been watching this almost silent by-play with some amusement, as he'd seen it many times before.
Karen looked up angrily at the older girl, expecting to see that she was being made fun of. Only she saw nothing but sincerity in the nurse's eyes. "Well, maybe," she said, somewhat mollified, but not really believing it either.
"We'd better get started," the man said. "We only have a little over an hour left. I'm Dr. Curtis," he continued, "My friends call me 'Doug', and I'm sure you already know Cindy here."
The two girls grinned at each other. Somehow Cindy made the younger girl feel as if she had known her all her life.
"Now, if you'll come here," he said, "we can get started."
The young man motioned to Karen to sit up on the padded surface of the examining table. Picking up a black instrument from the wall and putting a disposable tip on it, he proceeded to look the child over from head to foot, making running comments to Cindy as he did so, while she made notes in the ever-present voluminous folder.
"Ears clear and normal; no sign of infection; slight wax buildup."
"Eyes normal and responsive; no visible abnormalities."
"Nose clear and normal."
"Throat clear and normal; slight redness on tongue and palate."
"Have you been eating any candy lately?"
"Just these," explained Karen, pointing to a pack of her favorite cinnamon candies lying next to her folded-up blouse.
"Mouth clear and normal. No sign of swelling in throat, lymph-nodes or salivary glands." By now, the examination was almost routine, except for the thoroughness of it and the fact that doctor, patient, and nurse were all naked as jaybirds... even more naked in fact, as jaybirds have feathers. By now Karen was getting used to feeling Dr. Curtis' (No, "Doug's" she reminded herself) skin touching hers, as he thumped her back, prodded her chest, listened to her heartbeat, made her cough, and all those other things that doctors do... only usually the doctor is dressed, even if the patient isn't. Only Karen wasn't really a patient... she wasn't sick. She was just getting an examination... a SEXUAL examination, she reminded herself, as her breath caught when Doug massaged and pressed on her budding breasts. It was all she could do to keep from pulling away.
"Breasts reactive and normal," he stated, tweaking one erect nipple for emphasis. "No sign of lumps, scar-tissue, or other abnormalities. I'm going to check a little more for response here."
With this, Doug Curtis took Karen completely by surprise, as he bent over and took her left breast in his mouth, almost completely surrounding it with his lips, while he sucked and lapped on the suddenly erect nipple.
Karen could barely gasp at the wonderful sensation. This was something no previous doctor had ever done. She looked over at Cindy, who was grinning at her. The older girl knew just how good that must feel. She was already wet and excited from remembering the first time SHE had felt a man's mouth sucking on her budding breasts. That was one of the things she loved most about this job: reliving vicariously her own first time, as she got to watch young girls get examined for the first time, by an expert. Doug Curtis WAS an expert, as she well knew.
"Left nipple normal and reactive," commented Doug, switching his mouth to the other one. Karen gasped again. If anything, her right breast seemed to respond to the sucking and licking of the young doctor even more than her left one had. The man had one hand around her waist and the other flat across her tummy, but Karen barely noticed, as the stimulation of his mouth on her developing young breasts was driving all thoughts of where his hands were out of her mind.
If what he did to her breasts caught her by surprise, what he did next almost shocked her. Removing his mouth from the now slippery young tit of the teenager, Doug Curtis dipped his tongue into the girl's sweet little navel, like he had been dreaming of doing ever since he had entered the room and seen the SYT (Sweet Young Thing) shivering naked there, waiting for him to begin his examination. Her budding breasts, perfect navel, and pouting young slit were all the makeup of a pedophile's wet-dream. And Doug Curtis was proud to be a pedophile (That's child-lover to those of you who don't know); his job called for it.
At Karen's gasp of surprise, he managed to surprise her even further.Removing his mouth from her perfect little tummy, Doug placed it over hers before she even realized what he was doing. Such a sweet little mouth, and sweet breath (Doug always used mouthwash just before his examinations, so the children wouldn't be put off by it) and once she got used to it, such a lively little tongue, as Karen quickly learned to return his internal caresses with hers. Karen almost hated to end the kiss as much as Doug did, but the time was getting on. Only half an hour remained for the rest of his examination.
"Navel normally reactive," he noted to Cindy, "Mouth clean and sensitive; tongue reactive and mobile." He grinned over at Cindy on that... they both knew the tongue bit was NOT a required part of the test, but it did seem to make the rest go easier. Besides, it gave the girl experience she would need later.
"Bend over the table, Honey," he instructed. "Lie down on the table, and spread your legs."
'Spread your legs'... Karen wondered if this was the moment, then noticed the doctor pulling on a pair of latex gloves, while the nurse got out a blue-and-white tube of something clear.
"He's just going to check you rectally," reassured Cindy.
This was confirmed by a cold, slippery feel, before pressure on her bottom made Karen temporarily feel like she had to defecate. Then the doctor's finger slid smoothly into her bottom, and she could feel the man sliding the finger around, probing here and there inside her.
"Smooth muscle tone, no sign of polyps, tears, abrasions, or hemorrhoids," commented Doug. He next turned the little girl over and asked Cindy, "Have those test-results come in yet?"
The woman consulted her chart again, this time leafing through several papers before responding. "All negative, Doctor," she replied briskly.
The two older people grinned at each other. After all, how likely was it that a 13-year-old virgin would have STDs? Still, the test was required.
"Then we don't need these," commented Doug, stripping off the gloves and washing his hands thoroughly in the small sink. He did it twice, even using a small stiff brush to clean under his fingernails. After all, he didn't want to accidentally infect his young charge by accident, with dirty fingers.
"For this," he commented, "I prefer natural lubrication," waving away the proffered tube of KY jelly. "Smells clean and normal; just like any sexy little girl," he noted for Cindy, as he paused with his nose almost in the girl's bellybutton again.
In spite of his earlier kisses on her breasts, navel, and mouth, Karen was completely unprepared for the sensations as the young doctor leaned even closer and swiped his tongue through the crevice of her pouting young vagina.
"Oh DOCTOR," she said, too shocked to even pull away. "What are you DOING?"
"You shouldn't lick me THERE," she moaned, unconsciously pushing back at the delicious sensation, as the man's thick tongue probed deeply into her slit, then swabbed her loins almost from the crack of her anus to just short of the bud of her clitoris, now peeping in pink erection at the top of her suddenly wet vagina. "That's what I PEE out of," she objected, unable to stop herself from pushing back anyway.
If the sensation of having a mouth on her sensitive young vagina for the first time was good, the incredibly erotic feeling she felt as the young doctor first licked her budding young clitoris, then sucked on it like it was a miniature cock, was indescribable. "Oh God. Oh God," she moaned.
Karen barely felt the invasion of the doctor's thick middle finger in her clasping young slit, as the man kept licking and stroking the pink little bud at the top of her crevice.
Karen had never felt anything like this before. Oh, she had played with her "joy button" before, but it had never felt like this! Smooth and slippery, and wriggling in a way that her own fingers never could, the man's thick tongue was bringing sensations to the little girl she hadn't known she COULD feel. "Oh, don't stop; don't stop!" she almost screeched, as the doctor paused long enough to comment to the interestedly watching nurse, "Clitoris erect and unhooded; and EXTREMELY responsive."
Cindy almost giggled, but managed to restrain herself.
"Vagina lubricating normally; in fact, extremely well, for such a young girl," continued Doug, using his finger to stroke the girl's vagina and clitoris, while his mouth was otherwise engaged. "Virgo Intactae," he remarked before returning his mouth to the young girl's now slippery vagina. "I'd better get the poor kid off, before she goes out of her mind," he said, before returning to the delicious (to him) taste of sweet young virgin cunny-hole.
"Huh?" said Karen, temporarily distracted by the unfamiliar words. Up to now, Doug had been keeping his vocabulary toned down to words a barely-teenaged girl might expect to understand. He wanted her to understand each part of the examination.
"He means that you're still a virgin," explained Cindy.
"Oh," responded the younger girl. Of course she was still a virgin. What kind of girl had he expected her to be? Then she thought, "Of course; he doesn't know. It's his job to find out."
"Oh," she repeated aloud, then "Oh! Ohmigod... OH! Oh, don't stop!"
Her movements grew ragged, as her voice became unintelligible, and she reached the first orgasm of her life. Gasping, shaking and quivering, the young girl shuddered and shook through three mind-blowing spasms, as her body jerked through its release. Previous to this, Karen had always thought she WAS having climaxes, when she fingered herself off. Now she knew better, and would never be quite satisfied with anything less.
Only when the little girl had finished shuddering and had gone weakly limp on the table, did the doctor pause in his duty of licking her tiny slit.
"Well," he said with kind of a barking laugh, "I guess she's wet enough now!"
Cindy giggled in response, while Karen was too washed out from her orgasm to do more than smile weakly at the joke.
Continuing as if nothing had happened, Doug examined the young girl's legs, tapped just under the knee of each smooth limb with a rubber hammer, and worked his way down to Karen's feet, remarking to Cindy's notations as he did, "Legs normal; reflexes normal; feet clean and free of abrasions; no sign of fungal or other infections; all in all, a pretty normal, healthy young girl."
He paused and looked at Cindy. "How much time do we have left, Nurse?" he asked.
"About two minutes, Doctor," she responded.
"Darn," he responded, not wanting to say "shit" in front of his impressionable young patient. Cindy was disappointed. "Does that mean I'll have to come back some other time?" she wondered.
"We'll just have to MAKE time, I guess," sighed Dr. Curtis. "I'll work through my lunch hour I guess. Oh well, a girl as responsive as Karen here, will be worth it." He and Cindy looked at each other over the top of Karen's head, and grinned.
"I'll reschedule things a half-hour later, and have a box-lunch brought up for you," responded the young nurse, slipping out the door without bothering to slip a robe or anything else around her nakedness.
"Make that an hour," said Doug. "I don't want to short-change Karen here, on her first time."
"Yes Doctor." The door shut with a click.
"Come here, Karen," said Doug, holding out his arms to the young woman shivering on the padded examining table, "Let's see if we can figure out something to pass the time, while she's fixing my schedule."
Karen was shivering from her reaction to her first orgasm, not from cold. If anything, after that tremendous climax, she was too hot, not too cold. For sure, being naked and alone in the same room with a man who was now sporting an enormous erection didn't seem to bother her any more. In fact, it was only when she felt the swollen member slip between her legs as she sat on his lap facing him, that she even noticed.
Doug ignored the proximity of his pre-cum dribbling prick to the entrance to the girl's vagina as well. Time enough for THAT, when Cindy returned. The nurse had been extremely helpful in quieting the younger girl's fears, and he figured she deserved her chance to watch. Besides, it was awful hard to take notes, when sexually involved yourself.
All this he kept to himself, just taking the 13-year-old in his arms and pulling her close.
"Mmmmm," Karen purred, wrapping her arms around the older man in response. She felt SO grateful for what he had done earlier. She knew that "getting her off" was NOT a necessary part of the examination, and was just something the man had enjoyed almost as much as she had. Karen snuggled closer, and responded eagerly, when she felt the doctor's mouth descend to hers, to pick up on the kiss he had started earlier. This time, they kissed for almost five minutes, with the man's hands running up and down the child's frame, seeming to draw enormous pleasure just feeling her bare skin with his.
The mismatched pair was just drawing breath for a third try at an even longer kiss, when a discreet cough informed them that Cindy had returned.
"I arranged for an extra 45 minutes," she explained, "and you two have already used up 15 of those."
"Oh.... Sorry," apologized Doug.
Karen wasn't sorry. She had enjoyed the hugging, cuddling, and kissing entirely too much to be sorry. "I'm not," she pouted. Both of the adults grinned at her. THEY knew what she meant.
"We've finished the external examination now," Dr.Curtis informed Karen, once again the professional, trying to finish the examination before time ran out again. He knew he didn't dare juggle things any more than Cindy already had. "So, if you'll get up on the table again, we'll proceed with the internal one."
"Internal?" asked Karen, as she obediently lay back on the padded table and spread her legs as indicated.
"Uhuh. Dr. Curtis is going to check you inside, to see if your body is big enough inside to have sex, and developed enough to have a baby. OK?"
"OK, I guess." Surprisingly, Karen WAS ready. She knew that this was what the whole "sexual examination" was REALLY about. Everything else was just making sure she was healthy enough for what might happen if she "passed" this part of the examination.
It felt kind of funny when the nurse put her heels in the metal "stirrups" and spread her legs so far apart she almost felt like she was doing the splits in Gym Class. It was slightly embarrassing to be exposed like that in front of a man too; but Karen no longer felt the way she had before, about exposing her vagina to the older man. After all, if she could only get HALF as much fun with what came next, she would be almost addicted to spreading herself for the young doctor.
"You remember how Dr. Curtis felt up inside your vagina with his finger?" asked Cindy, distracting Karen from her introspection.
"Uhuh."
"Well, he's going to have to feel a LOT farther up inside you this time," explained the nurse, "and he's going to have to stretch you inside too."
"Oh," said Karen, not sure what the older girl was getting at.
"So, since his finger isn't big enough to reach as far as he has to inside you," she explained, "he's going to have to use something bigger to feel up inside you with."
"Oh," said Karen... Then, "Oh!" as she realized what the pretty young nurse meant, as she watched the man approach her vagina with an erection that was truly astonishing... At least, to a 13-year-old like Karen, anyway. At 7 inches long, and well over an inch thick, it looked big enough to split her body in two. Still, Karen wasn't really afraid. She knew by now that the doctor would NOT hurt her... at least not any more than was necessary to the "examination."
"Oh," she repeated, then "Oh!" again, as the doctor swabbed the pre-cum dribbling head of his prick through the still slippery slit of her barely teenaged little slit. His prick rubbing against her felt even BETTER than his tongue had, she realized.
Suddenly there was an aching, stretching sensation, and the next thing she knew almost an inch and a half of the man's penis had vanished into her belly, while she felt the throbbing, pulsing sensation of the blood in his prick fighting to expand her inside, at the same time the clamping of her unused vagina fought to squeeze him down to a size she could easily accommodate.
Like all such "accommodations", there was some give-and-take on both sides. The man's prick DID shrink a little from the extremely tight squeeze of the young girl's tiny vagina, while her vagina DID expand to accept the swollen member. Not quite enough to tear, but close. Doug Curtis was VERY careful as he inched his engorged penis into the belly of the virginal young girl.
"Ow," remarked Karen, almost conversationally, as the doctor's "instrument" reached an obstruction inside her. "It hurts," she complained.
"This next part WILL hurt," explained the nurse, while she watched the man struggle to keep from ejaculating his seed all over the inside of the young girl's belly, before he got his prick all the way inside her. She grinned, as she knew just how hard it was for him to "do the job right", and not cum before it was time. Well, that was what he got paid for. In the meantime, SHE had a job to do; reassuring the slightly scared young woman who was about to lose her virginity. "Dr. Curtis has to get it ALL the way up inside you, if he's going to feel just how deep inside you are."
"Ung, uh," moaned Karen, not really pulling away from the steady pressure that was slowly forcing more and more of the man's prick into her heaving young belly. On the other hand, she wasn't pushing back either. Cindy decided that more help was needed.
"Easy for a second, Doug," she commanded, taking charge as if SHE was the doctor, and HE was the nurse. "Let me help."
Doug wasn't sure how long he could hold out, with the sexy young girl's tight little hole strangling almost 1/3 of his prick; but he didn't want to make things harder on Karen than he had to, either. He fought down the rising seed in his prick, and tried to still the urgency to spill it in the young girl's belly, while still remaining erect enough to continue fucking her.
Cindy bent over the young girl lying on the table like some virgin sacrifice. She took Karen's breast in her mouth, and started sucking on the right one, in a manner that showed that, good as Doug was, he still had a lot to learn. After all, Cindy WAS a woman, and knew better than any man how to stimulate a woman's breasts. Cindy wasn't a lesbian, much preferring making love to a man than to a woman. However, she had several girlfriends that WERE, and was quite willing to accommodate a woman, when there weren't any men around to "scratch her itch." And Cindy had a LOT of "itch" to scratch, being almost as horny as the young satyr of a doctor she worked for. (Another reason she liked her job.)
It didn't take long for a hot little girl like Karen to respond to the dual sensations of having her titties sucked, and a hot thick prick rubbing the inside of her vagina. Shortly, she was panting and thrusting back at the man whose prick was embedded in her belly, until suddenly almost 3/4 of the man's penis vanished into her vagina, while Karen just whimpered.
"Oooh," she complained, still working her hips back at her older lover.
"That's it, Honey," Cindy soothed the younger girl. "Now Dr. Curtis is going to feel around inside you with his penis, so he can see if you're big enough for sex. From the amount you've got inside you already, I'm pretty sure you are." She almost chuckled to herself at the small deception. As if Doug wasn't already HAVING sex with the young girl....
Only Karen wasn't quite as naive as she seemed. "Are we fucking now?" she asked, squirming to take almost another half inch of thick doctoral prick in her tightly squeezing little slit.
"No," said both Cindy and the doctor, surprising her.
"THIS is fucking," explained Doug, sliding in yet another 1/4 inch, and then sliding almost all the way out of the young girl.
While Karen was somewhat glad to feel the ache subside as the man extracted his prick from inside her, she was also somewhat disappointed that it was all over. Here she had thought that sex was supposed to take longer, and somehow be more satisfying.
It was with some shock therefore, that she felt Doug's cock pulsing inside the tight entrance to her vagina, without being completely removed, before it suddenly slid all the way back inside her, bringing slight twinges from her torn virginity, but surprisingly some pleasure too.
"Oh," she said, realizing what they meant: That fucking was NOT having a man's prick inside you, it was the sliding in and out that was fucking. Then, "Oh," again, as Doug slid almost 5 inches out, and then back inside her once again. This was starting to feel almost as good as it had felt earlier when the man had licked her "down there." Karen was beginning to think she was going to LIKE fucking, once she got used to it.
Doug KNEW the little girl was going to enjoy fucking. Already her tight little slit was beginning to clamp around his prick in a manner that he knew would have him spouting baby-juice all over the inside of the child's heaving young belly. Thank goodness he had managed to regain control earlier.
"Six inches," he commented to the nurse watching him copulate with the child. "She's DEFINITELY big enough to fuck, don't you think?"
"I'd say so... 6 & 1/2," replied the nurse, looking down at where another half-inch of thick prick had just vanished into the child's belly. The sight of the handsome man's penis bulging in the little girl's belly, knowing it was about to spit thick sticky gobs of baby-making seed all over the inside of the child's unprotected young vagina, was almost enough to make Cindy cum herself, without even being touched. As mentioned before, Cindy had a lot of empathy for her charges.
"Oooohh!... Seven," the man groaned, as somehow the last of his throbbing erection slid into the 13-year-old little girl. His strokes got faster and faster, and Cindy knew it wouldn't be long before her boss's sperm was decorating the inside of the child's womb.
"Since you're big enough to have sex," she told the little girl who was now straining just as hard as the man was, to force as much of his thick prick into her belly as she could, "Dr. Curtis is now going to check to see if your body is developed enough to have a baby. OK?"
"Uh, uh, Ugh!" Karen was too far gone in the sensations of having a thick prick sliding in and out of her vagina for the first time, to raise an objection, even if she had been inclined to, which she wasn't. After all, wasn't this why she had come to the clinic in the first place?
"In a minute," explained Cindy, "Dr. Curtis is going to squirt some white-stuff up inside you, to see if your body is mature enough to have a baby."When he does, I want you to squeeze his penis, so as much of that white-stuff gets up inside you as possible. We don't want any of it going to waste.
("God, what a line," she thought, wondering just how much of it the younger girl bought. Still, in all the time she had spent at the clinic, not once had any of the little girls objected.)
13
Cindy may have been warning Karen about what would happen when the doctor had his orgasm and ejaculated his sperm inside her; only Karen beat him to it! With a sudden groan that was incredible, and rose from a grunt steadily up in pitch until it was a sheer screaming whistle that could only come from a little girl, Karen jerked one, twice, and three times on the padded table as her already incredibly tight young vagina clamped down on the older man's penis in a grip that threatened to break it off. The stimulation was incredible. Doug would have been forced to cum; only the wild gyrations and rhythmic clamping on his swollen penis kept him from actually squirting inside the girl until her motions finally slowed, and he was finally able to let his thick white sperm flow in one long satisfying eruption into the child's developing young womb. It felt so GOOD to let that rusty load of baby-juice go. And Karen seemed to be as happy about feeling him ejaculate inside her, as he was to do it.
"Are you getting me pregnant now?" she asked, as the last sticky curds of thick white cum were stripped from the man's penis by the involuntary squeezing of the last twinges of HER climax. (Thus showing that Karen HAD been paying attention in those sex-education classes, taken so long ago.)
"Well, I'm trying," said Doug, feeling the last satisfying trickle of sperm ooze out of his penis, and into the welcoming belly of this incredible young girl. "I'm definitely trying."
Finally, Doug managed to extricate himself from the child. Only a tiny bubble of thick white cum, and slight pinkish ring around his penis showed that he had just taken the 13-year-old's virginity, and left enough sperm in the child's womb to impregnate half the little girls in the county.
"How much time do we have left?" he asked.
Cindy looked at her watch; the only item of apparel that any of them were wearing. "You still have 20 minutes," she responded. "Just enough time."
Karen was surprised. There was something left? She wondered what it could be.
Eighteen minutes later, she was no longer wondering, as she had a slightly sore ass, a very tired tongue, a cloying taste in her mouth, and yet another thick white blob of sperm slowly oozing from her tight little slit, as the doctor and nurse combined to show her about oral and anal sex with both men and women; with the good doctor managing to hold out throughout this until he left the second thick white squirt of baby-making cum inside her vagina, "where it belonged."
"Now remember," he said, scooping up a dribbling blob of cum with the pink rubber cup, "to leave this diaphragm in for three days, so you have a better chance to catch, OK?"
"Yes Doctor," sighed Karen, enjoying the feel of his fingers fitting the rubber "baby-barrier" inside her satisfied vagina. "If you say so."
"I do," he said, wiping up afterwards. "Now that you're old enough, I want you to practice what you learned here today, as often as you can. If you don't 'catch' and are still bleeding next month, we'll have you come back, and repeat the 'testing', OK?"
"Oooh." Karen shivered with delight at the very thought.
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"So promise me you'll practice this with your boyfriend, as often as you can."
Karen was suddenly dismayed. "But I don't HAVE a boyfriend," she complained.
"Well, that's all right... You can always practice making a baby with your brother, you know."
"With Billy?!" Karen was scornful. "He's only 10 years old!"
"Oh. I thought..." Here Dr. Curtis looked at the chart. "Well," he said finally, "There's always one person... though you might be surprised at the abilities of 10-year-old little boys," he said with a grin, as if remembering something from his youth.
Something about that grin made Karen decide to see if maybe her little brother wasn't so "little" after all. Who knows. In the meantime... Karen finished dressing, and emerged in the waiting-room, where her mother had been so patiently waiting for the last three hours.
Still, the older woman wasn't even annoyed at them for taking so long, taking a kind of perverse pride in the knowledge that they had thought that HER daughter was worth spending that much time on.
"So, for the next three days," Karen heard the doctor finishing up to her mother, "your daughter is going to need a lot of sexual stimulation. I was informed that she doesn't have a boyfriend yet, so I wonder if you could convince your husband to help out?"
"By fucking her, you mean?" Amanda Stanwick didn't mince words.
"Uhuh." Neither did the doctor.
"I suppose, if you feel that she needs it." It was almost a sigh, but you could see the lights dancing in the woman's eyes as she considered the prospect of her husband screwing the lights out of their little girl. "For three days, huh?"
"Well, actually, even after that, if possible. Even once she takes the diaphragm out, Karen's going to need at least SOME sex for a while, at least until she gets a real boyfriend of her own.... So, if you could have your husband fuck her at least once a day..."
"If I know John," interrupted the woman with a laugh, "it'll be closer to THREE times a day, and maybe even oftener, if the little slut will hold still for it." The gleaming smile she gave her daughter made the term "slut" seem more like a term of endearment, than anything else.
"But what if HE gets her pregnant?" she asked, looking pointedly at Cindy, who had picked up her youngest daughter from the child-care facility, and was calmly nursing the child during her break.
"So much the better," responded the doctor. "After all, isn't the idea of testing her, to find out if she CAN?"
"I suppose. And if she doesn't?"
"Well, if she gets her next period, just bring her back next month, and we'll 'test' her again, OK?"
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"OK." Both adults grinned at each other. "I suppose you'll want me to have John stop fucking her before the middle of her period though."
Dr. Curtis just grinned. "That's up to you, him, and her."
"You know Doctor, If I didn't know better, I'd think you LIKE to knock little girls up." Both adults were grinning by this time.
Karen, by this time, had grown bored, and had noticed the little girl playing in the corner, while she waited for lunch-hour at the small private clinic to be over, and her appointment.
"Hi Ginny," said Karen, recognizing the 10-year-old that lived almost next-door to her. "What are YOU doing here? Are you sick or something?"
Being bored, at playing alone for almost an hour past her appointment, the younger girl was glad to see someone she could talk to. "Oh hi, Karen," she exclaimed, "I'm in here to... Oh... HI DR. CURTIS!!" she yelled, almost deafening the older girl, as the child suddenly ignored Karen as if she didn't exist. "I'm over Here!"
Karen had no choice but to listen in, as the child babbled on and on, to the questions the doctor asked.
"No, I'm doing fine."
"No, I had it this month; that's why we're in here."
"Yes, I HAVE been doing my 'exercises' just like you told me to!" Here the 10-year-old looked indignant.
Dr. Curtis looked for corroboration from the chattering child's mother, while Karen listened with open-mouth astonishment. She just HAD to find out if the little girl meant what she thought she did. She did.
"Yes," sighed the older woman, looking with a mixture of pride and weariness at her precocious offspring. "She has. She's been 'practicing making a baby' with the boy next door almost twice a day; and as if that wasn't enough, she's been 'practicing' with her two big brothers even oftener. In fact, she's been sleeping with the two of them, just so she won't 'miss out on a chance to practice'. I get tired just watching her fucking all three kids from the moment she comes home from school, until she's on her way in the morning. Not only that, but she's seduced at least one uncle, her grandfather, and my husband at least twice; and I THINK she's been trying to get some of the teachers at school to get in her tight little panties. Yes, she's been trying... she's been VERY trying." The woman looked with a mixture of pride, awe, and a little annoyance, at her oversexed little girl.
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"Well, we'll see what we can do to slow her down, by filling her tummy with enough weight she'll HAVE to slow down." Here the doctor grinned at the woman, and included Karen in his grin, by staring pointedly at her belly, as if it was about to start getting bigger right then.
Ginger ignored the by-play. "Really Dr. Curtis... Uh, Doug? You'll fuck me, and cum in me, and get me pregnant, just like last time? Can we do it right now? Can I lick Nurse Cindy like last time? Do you think she'd mind?" the child chattered, as Cindy (once again dressed primly in white) and the doctor, took the little girl between them, back towards the examining-room where Cindy had just spent the last three hours.
"Last time?" Karen looked wonderingly over at her neighbor, and then back at the woman's daughter.
"Uhuh. She had her first period when she was nine, her first baby at 10, and she's been the neighborhood slut ever since."We left the baby with her father this morning. I don't know what I'm going to do if one of them doesn't get her pregnant pretty soon, as that's the only time she slows down even a little. The older woman seemed to be speaking more to herself than answering the young girl standing next to her.
"Well, I hear Dr. Curtis is pretty good at that," said Karen, rubbing her own tummy in anticipation. Thinking of the horny doctor's tumescent prick bulging in the cute little pre-teen's belly, with his thick white cum filling the little girl's tight little baby-hole until the child's tummy was swollen with the man's potent sperm squirting inside her womb, was quite a turn-on to the teenager. Karen almost wished she was going back into the room instead of the 10-year-old. Still, her own cunny was still slippery with the man's sperm oozing out of her slit... a person shouldn't be greedy.
"Yes, he is, isn't he?" agreed her neighbor, watching her precocious offspring vanish around the corner between the equally-oversexed young doctor and his almost-as-oversexed young nurse.
Karen giggled to herself as she followed her mother out the door. She hoped Dr. Curtis ("Doug," she reminded herself) had taken some vitamin pills along with that hurried box-lunch. From the look of things, he was going to need it. | 3 |
2,417 | The Facts of Life | "You got us into this mess," reminded my wife. "It's up to you to tell her the truth, since it's your fault she doesn't know already."
Damn, I hate it when my wife is right.
"Now you go in there, in her room, and tell our little girl the facts of life; and no more pussyfooting around," she said firmly. "With her wedding tomorrow, it's time and well past time she knew."
"Yes, Dear." Well, what else could I say? When my wife is right, she's right. With Darlene marrying her cousin Jake tomorrow, there just wouldn't be any chances after this one.
<Sigh.>
Sometimes you like your little girl to remain innocent forever; even though you know it can't be so. Regretfully, I started getting undressed. No use putting this off forever.
As I arrived, naked, in her room, Darlene looked up from where she was lying on the bed, playing with herself while waiting for me. Damn, she looked cute. I was going to miss her and her sexy young body tremendously once she was out of the house and off with her new husband. The small bulge in her tummy barely showed the coming child that had precipitated the hurried wedding in the middle of February for the 13-year-old, instead of waiting until June, or preferably until June of the following year. Still, babies come along when they want to. That's why my daughter needed to know the *real* facts of life, not the misinformation that a little girl had.
Darlene's eyes lighted up when she saw my naked body. "Ooh, Daddy," she crooned. "Is that for me?" she asked; looking hopefully at my swollen and cum-engorged prick. When I nodded in confirmation, Darlene gave me a heart-melting smile, threw the covers back, spread her legs, and invited me into bed with her, like she has since she turned ten and had her first period. Damn, I was going to miss my little girl; and from all indications, Darlene was going to miss me, and me climbing into bed with her, almost as much as I was.
We both moaned as my prick slid into her body. Damn, does it feel good to have your prick buried in the tight little baby-tube of your own little girl ... and from all indications, Darlene enjoyed feeling my swelling and cum-squirting prick inside her tight little belly almost as much as I liked feeling her squeezing young tunnel milking my penis for each precious drop of baby-making cum I have in me, in a demonstration of procreation and how babies are made that would pretty much be impossible to duplicate in any other way. Well ... How better to teach a little girl how babies are made than by having her own father demonstrate the process by climbing into her bed, slipping his swollen meat up inside her tight little baby-hole, and filling the child's womb with baby-making sperm? Well ... OK, by actually filling her smooth little tummy with your baby like I had about four months earlier.
Talking about teaching the girl ... "Uh ... Honey?" I asked, as the first aching squirts of incestuous semen jetted out of the tip of my prick and into the warm wet depths of the little girl's sucking vagina, where it would soon join the results of similar sperm, where our little girl was now growing in the youngster's womb.
"Yes, Daddy?" Darlene worked back at me to get each precious drop of fatherly seed deep inside her belly. A crying shame she had to leave and get married; but a baby needs a father of its own; and Jake would make a good father to our little girl and a good husband to mine.
"Your mother says it's time I told you the Facts of Life," I grunted; while sending a last sticky gob of baby-goo squirting into my daughter's belly.
"You mean ...?" asked Darlene; looking down at where my now wilting penis vanished into the furry down just starting to appear around the tight little hole squeezing so erotically on her father's prick. Damn, but it was a shame to spoil such innocence; but my wife was right. This was something I had to do.
"Uhuh," I confirmed. "There ain't no Santa Claus," I informed Darlene; adding with regret, as the last thin drops of incestuous seed oozed out of my prick and into her belly to join the child we'd made a few months previously, "... and there ain't no Easter Bunny either." | 1 |
2,421 | Grand-Daughters (3 of them) | "Please Grandpa?" Whined Lori.
I couldn't believe it. Things like this just do not happen!
First, your daughter-in-law just does not put you in bed between her two nubile young daughters....
At 12 and 10 years old respectively, Lori and her little sister Carri definitely fit the description of "nubile".
Soft round bumps filled Lori's chest, and even little Carrie had started to fill out a little there; no longer being the completely flat little tomboy that had previously kept me from having sexual thoughts about her, unlike the ever-present wet-dreams her older sister gave me. And while the younger girl's hips hadn't rounded yet into the womanly shape that Lori had, she still had lost the skinny look that previously had made her almost look bony. Both little girls had long brown hair that almost reached to their waists, and big brown eyes that could get anything from their grandfather they wanted, just by looking at me sorrowfully, and saying, "Please, Grandpa?"
Anything except this, that is.
As I said, you just do not find yourself in bed between your two sexually developing young granddaughters like this.
Second, even imagining for some outlandish reason that you did end up in bed with two little girls, you did not end up there naked, with the older of the two trying to fit your pre-cum dribbling prick up into her equally slippery little hole! I mean, it just doesn't happen! Only it had.
I tried to remember how I had gotten into this mess, while fighting the urge to give in to my sexy little granddaughter, and shove my thick prick so far up her tight little slit that it came out her mouth, and pumped the child's belly so full of her own grandfather's potent seed that the little girl would be having my babies for the next five years....
God! I almost came all over the little girl's squeezing young hand, as she tried to work the tip of my penis into her horny little body.
When Mari had told everybody that because of the crowding; having almost everybody in her family, as well as mine over for Thanksgiving, that we would all have to "double-up" in our sleeping arrangements, I had never even suspected that she meant "mixed doubles". And certainly that she would never put her horny father-in-law in the same bed with her two pre-teenaged daughters.
Even when I found myself ushered into the girl's bedroom, when everybody was settling down for the night, I had expected to end up with possibly my son, or some of the other men, while her daughters spent the night with her and the other women. I just figured that this was the easiest place for her to put us, as the women would probably be sleeping in the master bedroom with her. (Who actually slept in the master bedroom, I didn't find out until next morning.) So, not being particularly shy, even around other men, I had undressed and slipped into the little girls' bed; expecting to be joined later by my son, or one of the older boys that were visiting also.
CHAPTER: 2
Only I was awoke by first Lori and then Carri slipping into bed on either side of me. Unlike me, (I never wear anything to bed.) the two little girls were both wearing short little nightgowns, that while they were fairly demure when standing up, did nothing to keep my suddenly erect prick from touching either of their cute little bottoms. I was too shocked to even object, as Lori snuggled her cute little butt right back against my rigid prick, while she reached for the light.
"Grandpa's got a hard-on," she giggled, as she reached down between her legs, and fit my swollen member up between them, so it didn't get in the way. "No shit!" I exclaimed. "What do you expect when two sexy little girls just climb right into bed with me?" Carri giggled at this, from the other side.
"I'd better get out before...," I started.
"Oh don't be silly, Grandpa," said Lori; snuggling back even harder; seeming to enjoy the feel of her own grandfather's hard prick poking between her legs. "It's too late to change things now. Momma's made all the arrangements, and almost everybody is asleep already. Carri and I don't mind sleeping with you, if you don't."
"But, but, but," I spluttered for a second. "If your mother finds out I've been sleeping naked in the same bed with you two, she'll have me put away! I've got to get out."
"Oh don't be silly, Grandpa," murmured Carri; snuggling up to me from the other side. "Momma knows you're in here with us. Who do you think arranged for you to sleep in here. So shut up, and go to sleep...OK?" The little girl wrapped her arm around me, and snuggled even closer; while her big sister pushed back from the other side. My by now steel-hard prick slid between the elder girl's legs, and poked out her front; almost as though she had a short little prick of her own.
"Oooh!" sighed Lori; and snuggled back even closer, if possible.
Interested; Carri reached over both me and her big sister, and felt between the older girls legs; actually fondling the tip of my prick for a second.
"Wow," she said, "you were right. Grandpa does have a hard-on."
At my objection, she said, "It's OK, Grandpa...I don't mind...it's kind of nice to know you think we're sexy...right Lori?"
"Uhuh," replied her big sister; snuggling back against me so hard that I could actually feel her cunny-lips spread around the top of my prick, where it poked between her legs. "I don't mind Grandpa."
"See," said Carri; pulling my swollen prick up hard into her sister's crotch until the older girl's cunny-lips were wrapped halfway around the swollen member; then letting go so she could wrap her arm around my chest while she snuggled up to my back like a second skin. "Momma doesn't mind, I don't mind, and I'm sure Lori doesn't mine either, do you?" At her big sister's sleepy, "Uh-uh," she continued, "So shut up, and let's go to sleep."
CHAPTER: 3
Yeah, sure! I'm supposed to go to sleep with the sexiest little girl in the world snuggling up almost naked in front of me; where my big arm had unconsciously wrapped itself around the child, and I found I had one of my granddaughter's budding young breasts softly cupped in one big horny palm. Down below, my raging erection was sliding through the child's buttocks, and between her legs like some pedophiles wet-dream of heaven. I was so tempted to slide my prick back about three inches, and then angle it up until....
I was sweating; as I managed to stop that obscene thought before my prick pumped thick white sperm all over the sheets; making a mess of the little girls' bed....
Or worse-yet, I gave into the urge, and stuck my swollen member right up in my sexy little granddaughter's slippery slit, and pumped her tight little hole full of gob after thick white gob of the stuff that makes babies in little girls. Somehow (Don't ask me how.) I managed it. With a sigh, I gave in and just "snuggled" like the little girls seemed to want me to.
It seemed forever I lay there; resisting the temptation to at least slide my swollen prick back and forth between my granddaughter's legs; but eventually the urge passed; and shortly thereafter I did fall asleep. The two girls were still cuddled up to me like over-friendly kittens. Well, it might be a new kind of sexual torture, but it was also incredibly friendly....
I found that I liked it. As I said, I did fall asleep.
About two hours later, (I think.) I woke up having the most incredibly erotic wet-dream....
The head of my prick kept poking into a sexy hole; while a tight ring almost kept slipping over the head, and a sexy young girl kept begging me to shove it all the way inside her....
"Please," she whimpered..., "Please Grandpa? I want to feel it IN me...Please?"
As you can guess, it wasn't a dream. My granddaughter Lori was working her tight little cunny on and off the tip of my prick, as she tried to force even more of it up inside her....
Only the angle was wrong. If I hadn't slipped into a half-crouched fetal-position during the night, I'm sure the horny kid would have slid my swollen peter all the way up in her dripping-wet hole. As it was, I had a chance to reason with her; once I realized what was going on. I didn't want to reason....
I wanted to stuff my swollen prick so far up the child's tummy she would be eating it, and fill her tight little womb so full if my sperm she would be bloated like a balloon....
Only I didn't. "Oh God, I can't," I moaned; as sexually frustrated as she was. "Your mother would kill me, if she found out I not only was sleeping with you girls, but had actually fucked one of you."
Lori actually giggled. "Oh Grandpa," she snickered, "why do you think Momma put you in here with us? She knows how horny both of us are, and she also knows what kind of stories you like to read..."
"What stories?" I interrupted her."Daddy's Darling Daughter, Her Father's Daughter, Grandpa's Little Darlings," she answered.
I was in shock. I hadn't thought that any of my kids knew I read such material; let alone my granddaughters.
"We know all about what type of stories you read," Lori continued, "so stop being silly, and fuck me... OK?"
Oh God, was I tempted to do just that. Even if her mother did NOT intend me to actually fuck the little girl, it was extremely obvious that I would NOT be "molesting" the child; merely giving her what she so obviously wanted. On the other hand..., "What about your little sister?" I asked. After all, if Carri woke up and found me actually "slipping the meat" to her big sister... <Shudder.> "Oh don't worry; Carri won't mind," said Lori; busily trying to recapture my now half-hard prick; as it had wilted slightly while I worried about her mother and little sister.
"Besides, she's asleep right now."
"Oh shut up and fuck her, so I can get some sleep!" grumbled the little girl in question; putting the lie to her big sister's statement. "If you two keep on arguing all night, NOBODY will get any sex, or sleep either." Carri deliberately grabbed a bunch of covers, and pulled them over her head; pointedly turning her back on the two of us.
Lori giggled guiltily, for a second, then resumed trying to fit my prick up against her slippery little hole. "Please Grandpa?" she repeated.
What could I say? I did it. It took me about a minute to completely regain the erection I had when I woke up, but once I had, I pushed forward while Lori pushed back. The little girl's cunny was already slippery from both her juices and my pre-cum, so the swollen head of my prick slipped easily inside her tight little slit, with a popping sensation that almost had me cumming with only the tip buried inside her. The tight ring sliding over the sensitive head of my penis was almost enough to make me cum... Almost.
For Lori, it must have been too much. I guess feeling her grandfather's prick slipping inside her, after dreaming and fighting for it for hours, was too much. Either that, or the little girl was just so hot that even feeling the head of a man's penis inside her was enough to make her cum. Almost immediately, I felt ripples and clamping on the head of my prick, as Lori shuddered and gasped in front of me. When I pulled out, and then slid almost three full inches inside her, the ripples ran up and down my prick like it was some expensive milking machine. God, do I envy girls. From first stroke to last, my granddaughter didn't stop cumming. I only lasted about three full strokes in the little girl, before the slick wet heat and tight squeezing got the better of me. In fact, I had barely bottomed out, on the third stroke; with Lori's cunny forming a tight ring at the base of my prick, when I lost it. I grit my teeth, and TRIED to pull out, but not before at least ONE thick squirt spat out the tip of my prick, and into the little girl's body.
"Oh shit!" I said; trying desperately to extract my spewing prick from inside my granddaughter before I let her have even more of my potent sperm.
Lori stopped me. "It's OK, Grandpa," she soothed me. For a second, I was able to hold off from squirting a second big spurt inside her from sheer surprise that she didn't seem to mind my cumming inside her. "My period was last week," she explained, "so you can cum in me all you want to."
"Aaauuuughoooooohhh." My groan of release died down to just a moan of satisfaction, as I let the little girl have it all. While I knew that it wasn't as dangerous to cum in my granddaughter NOW, as it would be about a week later, I also knew that the little girl was NOT safe at this time. I just couldn't stop myself. I jerked and spasmed and forced my prick as far up in the little girl as I could, while I did my best to father a child on my own granddaughter. Lori, it turned out, was just as aware of her condition as I was. "Momma says my best time to catch is next week," she said comfortingly, while her cunny STILL clamped and squeezed on my wildly spewing prick, "so you can cum in me as much as you want to, without having to worry about getting me pregnant... I don't mind."
"You... Don't... Mind?" I barely managed to gasp; thrusting forward and giving my granddaughter another incestuous squirt with each grunted word.
"Uhuh," she replied, barely able to speak herself; while her tight little cunny squeezed each thick drop of my seed out of my prick, and into her welcoming young belly. "You can get me pregnant, if you want to... I don't mind."
My prick gave one last thick squirt; rippling though the base of my penis, through the tube on the bottom, and then spitting out the head, before being forcefully injected in the welcoming young belly of the sexiest little girl in the whole world. She didn't MIND me getting her pregnant? OOOoooooh, what a thoroughly sexy, thoroughly obscene, and thoroughly wonderful thought. Even my wife, in the years before she died, had never really WANTED to let me get her pregnant; just accepting it as one of her "wifely chores." Not that Jane hadn't liked SEX... or even kids. It was being pregnant and going through childbirth that she didn't like; stopping after two children as having done her "duty to me," when I had hoped for at least three or four kids....
Ah well. Jane HAD loved me... while she still lived. Otherwise, she never would have consented to bear ANY of my children. To her, it was all pain and bother... Jane would have as soon adopted; while I wanted something that was part of both of us to love... ending up with a son and daughter to help me through the heartbreak of when she died. Now, my sexy young granddaughter who I love almost as much, tells me she "doesn't mind" if I get her pregnant? Oooooh! I sent one last thick white squirt in the child's vagina at the very thought. "Thanks, Lori," I gasped; as the final shudders of a few last sticky drops of sperm oozing through my prick finally eased.
"Thanks, Grandpa," replied Lori; as she snuggled back to me, so we could both go back to sleep; with my now almost limp prick still holding my seed bottled up in the child's vagina like a soft cork. Her vagina was STILL making half-hearted squeeze-clamp-SQUEEZE sensations around my penis. Even as she relaxed, Lori was STILL having little twinges of orgasm.
Only the bed still didn't stop moving, once we stopped. "Ungh, uuunnhh!" came the soft grunts behind me, then a final "Ohohohoooh," as a last shudder shook the bed. Carri was just finishing HER orgasm, after watching me get off in her big sister. "Whoo, thanks guys," she said; collapsing in a heap, "now THAT was sexy."
Well, at least she hadn't expected me to fuck HER. I mean, it was bad enough fucking her 12 year old sister, but....
I sighed with relief; and snuggled up to Lori; trying to force my limp prick up inside her a little farther, so the white goo I had ejaculated inside her didn't get all over the bed.
"You know," said Lori, almost conversationally, as she snuggled back to me, while her little sister snuggled up behind, "You're going to have to fuck HER too, before the night is over. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair." Oh shit.
Several hours later I woke up with another hard-on. This time, Lori really WAS asleep. The tight squeeze of her horny young vagina had reduced to just a tight ring halfway down my prick, as only the muscles at the entrance kept the oversized member from slipping out. We were almost stuck together, but after sliding out about half an inch, the sperm I had already ejaculated inside the little girl lubricated me enough so that I was able to slide ALL the way up inside her without bringing more that a satisfied "Ooooh," from the sleeping little girl. The temptation was too strong. Since I knew that Lori already HAD millions of my sperm wriggling up inside her fertile young belly, I didn't feel very guilty about squirting still more inside her. I did something I had always loved to do with my wife, but had rarely gotten the chance to do... I fucked the little girl in her sleep.
The cum inside her made her so slippery, Lori scarcely felt me moving in and out; and the tight ring sliding up and down my prick, while highly erotic, wasn't SO erotic that it made me cum immediately. Every once in a while I would feel the urge to spurt the little girl full of incestuous seed rise, and each time I slowed my thrusting; just pushing up inside her until the sensations eased, with the tight ring of her cunny clasping the base of my prick, and my penis leaking still more pre-cum and sperm in the child's womb. Sometimes I didn't manage to hold completely off; actually squirting a little sperm inside her tunnel before I grit my teeth and managed to regain control. Each time I did this; releasing a little inside her; it allowed me to go a little longer the next time. Finally, after sliding in and out for well over half an hour, I decided NOT to hold back on the next one; just letting it flow when the urge came; jetting gob after gooey gob of incestuous cum in the child, until I finally relaxed with my now half-hard prick still stuck all the way up inside Lori's tight young slit, and my prick was almost floating in the incestuous sperm I had ejaculated inside her sexy young body.
I collapsed against my granddaughter; hugging her to me, and running my big hand up and down her smooth young belly, before capturing a sweet young breast in it, and drifting back to sleep. Carri had turned over in the night, with her back to both of us."Thanks, Grandpa," murmured Lori, snuggling back to seat my prick a little further up inside her body. I was too sleepy to be shocked at finding out she was awake, instead of asleep like I thought she had been. "You're welcome," I responded, then remembered to add, "I love you, you know."
"'love you too, Grandpa," she murmured sleepily, then slid off to sleep. THIS time, I was sure the little girl was asleep, because she snored softly, and her body was relaxed when she did. Two minutes later I was asleep myself, with my thick prick STILL comfortably ensconced in the sleeping child's sweet young vagina. Oh, to be able to spend ALL my nights like this . . . <Sigh.>
The next morning I woke up to find Lori gone, a slightly-cool damp-spot where she had been, and Carri snuggled up to me with my prick between HER legs, as I had turned over after Lori left to go clean up and help her mother get breakfast for a hungry crowd of relatives.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, fitting my prick up against her tight little hole, just like her big sister had, once she found out I was awake. "For a while there," she said, "I was afraid Lori was going to monopolize this thing all night! C'mere, Grandpa, and show me you like my hot little hole just as much as you did my big sister's."
THIS time, I didn't object. Having already fucked ONE of my two granddaughters, and having the other doing her best to get laid, I no longer felt guilty about it. Both girls obviously knew what they were getting into (Or, more correctly, what was getting into them.) so it wasn't as if I was raping them, or even "molesting" them, when they didn't want it. Heck, if anything, the two girls were raping ME. I shoved my prick up in the little girl.
I would have shoved it ALL the way up in the child, only she gave out a yelp, and said, "Ouch! Grandpa! I'm not as big as Lori, and besides, You're a lot bigger than . . . Shit . . . Sorry Grandpa, I'm not supposed to tell. Anyway, it hurts a little."
No wonder it hurt. No, it was NOT my oversized prick in the 10-year-old's tight little cunny that was really the problem. When I had fucked her big sister, we had both been leaking lubrication for over half an hour. Carri was not only SMALLER inside than her big sister was, but dryer too, as neither she nor I had "worked each other up" like Lori and I had the previous night. It took almost 10 minutes of working with saliva and a few "ouches" from Carri, before my prick lubricated enough, and her tight little cunny relaxed and also lubricated enough to allow us to fuck comfortably. For all the starting discomfort, neither one of us felt inclined to stop.
Once we finally got going, I got on top, and Carri and I started fucking "missionary style". For all it's detractors, this method has a lot going for it. We both got to watch the obscene sight of my thick prick sliding in and out of the bare little slit of a horny 10-year-old girl. Such an erotic sight you never did see.
Thankfully, her big sister had drained me enough the night before; taking the pressure off my balls, that I was able to give the little girl the fucking she deserved. Unlike her big sister Lori, Carri took a long time to work up; then came like a banshee, when she did. The wail of the little girl's orgasm ripped through the room like the squeal of a stepped-on bagpipe. I was certain that people would come running to see what I was doing to the child, but nobody did. Feeling Carri's tight little cunny clasping and squeezing on my thick cock was enough to finally get me off too. Only this time I had more control. Since I had already drained my balls in her big sister twice the night before, I was no longer the hair-trigger prick just waiting to spew sperm that I had been from almost two year's celibacy (if you count only self-done hand-jobs as celibacy, that is).
"Uh, Carri," I said; gritting my teeth to hold back (successfully, this time). "I'm gonna . . ." I didn't have to say what.
"It's OK," she said, "you can cum in me, if you want to."
I just LOOKED at the little girl. After all, her big sister had given me the same line the night before. With that "permission" it was hard, but I still held back.
Carri suddenly grinned, as she realizes what was bothering me. "Hey," she repeated, "you can cum inside me all you want to . . . . After all, I'm only 10 years old, you know."
With a sigh of relief, I slid all the way into the little girl, and let her have the big mass of cum I had been holding back. I jerked and spasmed inside my granddaughter; doing my best to plant my sperm as far up in the child's womb as I could, while Carri held and squeezed me through the remnants of HER orgasm. It was only when the last sticky drops were oozing into the child's tiny little slit, that I became conscious that Carri had been rattling on with her reassurance, even while we both enjoyed the feeling of me ejaculating inside her. "Heck," she said, "Momma says it will probably be two or three months yet, before my periods stabilize, and I have to keep track of them like Lori does."
We were both just coming down from the pleasure of mating, and Carri's words were just seeping into my brain; letting me know that there was a chance that I had just gotten not one, but TWO granddaughters pregnant, (Not much of a chance, but still a chance.) when the girl's mother poked he head in the door. There wasn't a chance at hiding what we were doing, as the bed was right next to the door, and the moment it opened Mari could see me lying on top of her daughter, with my thick prick still leaking sticky white cum in the little girl's tight little hole.
"Sorry," she apologized, "but Lori thought you two would be finished by now . . . . When you're done, breakfast is ready. I've already thrown both of your clothes in the laundry last night when you were all sleeping, so don't bother looking for them. They won't be dry for another half hour." The door shut with a <click>. Well, it was obvious that my daughter-in-law was NOT mad at me for fucking her little girls.
Carri and I regretfully pulled apart. The thick white ooze slowly seeping from her tight little slit somehow didn't even look obscene. For only 10 years old, Carri showed incredible grace after just being fucked. For HER, it didn't seem nasty for a 50+ man to be fucking her, and filling her tiny little slit full of incestuous cum.
I looked, and Mari was right. Only my belt and things from my pockets were sitting on the chair I had left my clothes on the night before. Remembering the way Lori and I had spend most of the night connected, without even a sheet over us, I knew that the girl's mother could NOT have missed it. It seems that my daughter-in-law HAD not only wanted me to sleep with her little girls, but to fuck them too . . . or at least, she didn't mind if I did. Wow! I wondered just what kind of family my son had married into.
Coming out of the bedroom, still naked, I soon found out. While the whole house wasn't an orgy; seeing that MOST of the family was eating breakfast in the kitchen; there were STILL signs that sex between family-members was considered not only normal, but pretty much the order-of-the-day. Not only with HER family, but with mine as well.
For example, (ignoring the pants and groans from the master bedroom) my daughter's kids were still in (or more correctly ON) the sleeping bag they had spent the night in, in the middle of the living-room floor. The four kids were in a "menage-a-quatro" that would have made Don Juan blush; as my 7-year-old granddaughter "took care of" all three of her older brothers at once! The little girl was sliding her tight little cunny up and down her oldest brother, while the youngest was on top of her with his cute little prick buried in her behind. At the same time, the middle boy had his prick halfway down the little girl's throat.
My daughter Ann just looked on with pride, as if scenes like this were normal at her house. "Isn't it great, Dad?" she asked. "Kimmy just learned how to take all three of them at once, and she's so proud of herself. She keeps wanting to show off how good she is; and since the whole family is here, she decided to show us all how much she's learned. Isn't she just SO cute? Look how she makes both of them go in and out at the same time . . . you'd almost think she had been fucking like that for years, instead of only 3 months now."
I collapsed almost in shock, on the big living-room chair. I couldn't take my eyes of the little 7-year-old squirming in the middle of the floor, with her three brothers. Suddenly the little girl took her mouth off the boy in front of her, and remarked conversationally, "Oooh . . . I think Mike is cumming in me," before returning to sucking the teenager's prick.
It was shortly obvious who the child was talking about, as a white smear suddenly appeared around the base of the cock of the older boy lying underneath her, and "slurp-slurp" sounds as his prick slid in and out, testified to the fact that the 15-year-old was indeed ejaculating his sperm in his 7-year-old little sister. Kimmy just speeded up her sucking on the other boy in front of her, until he too began squirting thick white cum in the little girl . . . Only in her mouth.
The little girl didn't pull back, either; shoving her face forward, until the older boy's prick had vanished in her mouth, and you knew the kid was ejaculating his thick white cum right down the child's throat.The youngest boy didn't come; he just sighed with satisfaction as the little girl finally pulled apart from the three of them. Perhaps he was too young to ejaculate yet. In any case, he seemed as happy about it as his two older brothers.
Little Kimmy stood up and proudly showed everybody her cum-oozing little cunny, only taking a tissue to wipe up with when it threatened to drip on the carpet.
It was then that she noticed ME watching. "Did you see it, Grandpa?" she asked. "Did you like it? Momma says I'm getting to be pretty good... do you think so? Can I try it with you? Please? Lori and Carri say you're even better than Daddy is. Can I try it with you? Please, Grandpa? I'll make it feel REAL good for you, I promise!"
Before I could say anything, the eagerly chattering child was climbing in my lap and fitting my suddenly erect penis up against her incredibly tiny little slit. I couldn't BELIEVE this was happening! I looked over at the little girl's mother in shock! Only instead of being annoyed, my daughter was looking at her little girl trying to fit my engorged prick inside herself with amusement, and yes, even pride!
"Oh, why don't you, Daddy?" she said. "The little shit has fucked almost everybody else, except Danny, who's just plain too big. Why not let her try, OK?"
"I'll make it feel REAL good for you, Grandpa," repeated the little girl, looking earnestly in my face for approval. "Please, Grandpa?" she pleaded.
I gave up...
From then on, if my THREE-year-old granddaughter had asked me to fuck her, the answer would have been the same... "If you can get it in, you can have it," I sighed. Somehow, I could NOT feel guilty about it, the way I would have felt like an unspeakable pervert if this had happened the night before.
"Thanks, Grandpa," said the little girl, earnestly, "you'll like it... really." With this, the child placed the head of my prick against her tiny little hole, as kneeling up facing me, she started to sit back down on my swollen, throbbing prick. I was NOT worried that it would not "feel good" to me. In fact, just the opposite. I was afraid that after feeling a little girl like her's tight little cunny squeezing the cum out of my prick, that I would be spoiled for any ADULT vagina, like the one of my horny young daughter who was so eagerly watching her daughter try to fuck her father.
As I felt the tip of my prick spread the child's cunny-lips, before slipping inside the tightest, sweetest, hottest little hole in the world, I suddenly became aware that the whole family was watching the little girl fuck her grandfather. Oh shit. Still, the incredibly sexy feel of the child's vagina spreading to take the head of my penis inside her body was enough to keep me erect, in spite of the embarrassment of fucking her in front of the entire family.
In spite of my size, and her being so little, the sperm her brother had already ejaculated inside the little girl made her so slippery, that my prick just stretched and stretched her, and then slowly OOZED into her body. I felt an incredibly tight ring slide down my prick, never stopping until it was squeezing the base of my prick, and I could feel a hard knob bumping against the tip of my prick, as it poked against the little girl's cervix. I couldn't believe it...
The little 7-year-old had taken every inch of my thick prick up inside her tight little hole, and was starting to slide up and down. Kimmy leaned back a little in my arms, so the whole family could see that she had taken me all the way up inside herself. Then, she leaned forward, and whispered in my ear. "See, Grandpa," she whispered, "I told you I would make it feel good."
Oh God, did she ever... and that was only the start. First, Kimmy wriggled herself in place, just making my fat prick go all the way up inside her. Then she lifted up, almost milking my prick with her tight little hole. The tight ring of the child's vagina actually stripped some remaining sperm from my prick that had been left over from cumming inside her cousin Carri. Kimmy pulled up, until only the head of my prick was trapped inside her tight little hole by the muscles at the entrance; then she pulled up a little more, "popping" the head out for a second.
Then, she "popped" it back in again, and began the long slide down to the bottom. Slowly she slid down, until once again the little girl had every inch of her grandfather's penis inside her hot little hole, and once again my prick was leaking pre-cum and sperm into the child's tiny cervix. Then she repeated it. Up she went, until the head popped out of her, then she popped it back in again, and slid down to the bottom where she wriggled to seat my prick all the way inside her.
Three times more, the little girl repeated this... then four times. Finally, I felt my seed rising in my prick. THIS time I wasn't worried about accidentally knocking the little girl up... not at 7 years old, anyway. Besides, she had just fucked all three of her brothers, and from the sound of it, her father and uncle as well. No, I wasn't worried about cumming inside her. I DID want to let her know though... if only out of politeness. "Uh," I groaned, "I'm going to cum."
"Do it, Grandpa," she squeaked. "Please? I want to feel you cum inside me, and get me pregnant, just like you did Lori and Carri... Please?" By this time, the little girl was sliding up and down my prick like a monkey on a pole.
I grabbed the little 7-year-old and held her steady, jabbing my prick to the root in her cute little belly. "Here it comes," I warned her, before suddenly grabbing her tight, while my prick flexed and flushed what felt like gallons of hot sticky cum in the little girl's welcoming young womb. Spasm after spasm shook me, as I emptied my body into that of my own sexy young granddaughter. I could actually see the little girl's flat little tummy bulge, each time my engorged penis jerked and spat yet another thick gob of baby-juice inside her. God, did that feel good.
Once I started to ease up, Kimmy leaned back, so that the whole family could see where my thick prick had vanished into the little girl's body, and was squirting my seed in thick white jets against her immature young womb. Shortly, a thick white drop of cum oozed out by the base of my prick, giving mute evidence that I HAD cum inside the child, not just faked it.
After three or four good squirts inside her, my prick finally started to shrink. At this, Kimmy eased forward, and just cuddled up to me, like she had so many times in the past when she was younger... only THIS time, with her own grandfather's fat prick still buried in her tight little hole, still leaking incestuous cum in the little girl's womb.
"Thanks, Grandpa," she murmured sleepily, snuggling into my arms and actually going to sleep, with my half-hard prick still oozing an occasional drop of thick white cum inside her vagina.
Mari had to bring me coffee, while the child slept in my arms. "Well," she asked, as she settled into the couch next to me, where she could look down my front at where my penis still vanished into her niece's body, "what do you think of your granddaughters NOW?"
What COULD I say? I snuggled Kimmy a little closer, so an extra half-inch of fat prick slid inside her, bringing a mewl of contentment from the child. "I think they're wonderful," I said, truthfully.
"You don't think they're sluts, or anything like that?" she asked.
I considered it... "Mmmmmm, maybe," I said. "But what's wrong with being a slut? At least, if you like it."
"Thanks, Pops," said Mari, untangling herself to go get me some toast to have for breakfast, "I KNEW you were the right one to sleep with my little girls... I wasn't sure before. You'll be spending the rest of this reunion in their bed, OK?"
I thought of the two little girls' possibly fertile conditions. "Uh, what about...?" I couldn't say, "pregnancy"; just waving my hand in a bulging-motion past the child sleeping in my lap. Mari figured out what I meant, as I knew she would. "THAT," she said, "is up to the girls," and left me there, with my jaw hanging out.
About 20 minutes later, my daughter came by, while I was very carefully trying to finish my breakfast, without disturbing the sleeping little girl in my lap. Ann looked from me to the contented child snuggled with her grandfather's penis still pulsing in her tight little slit, and his potent sperm still wriggling its way up inside her cute little tummy. "Thanks, Daddy," she said. "Kimmy really needed that, after not being able to get Danny inside her like she wanted to."
What could I say? Heck, what could ANY man say, when his daughter actually THANKED him for fucking her little girl, squirting thick gobs of incestuous seed in the child's womb? Nothing.
Ann reached over to pet Kimmy's hair, causing the little girl to sigh with contentment and snuggle a little closer. There was a sudden catching sensation, and then my newly erect prick was once again all the way up inside the little girl's body, as she readjusted herself in her sleep to accommodate my swollen organ. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, nuzzling her face into my chest. Unconsciously, I hugged the little girl closer, while just as unconsciously her tight little cunny squeezed the base of my prick in such a warm friendly manner it would have to be experienced to be believed.
"She IS a sexy little thing, isn't she?""Commented Ann, seeming to be pleased with the sight of her father cuddling her little girl, even if she knew the man had his thick prick buried to the hilt in the child's tight little baby-hole.
Again, what could I say? "Yes, she sure is," I managed to reply.
"Do me a favor, Daddy?" she asked.
"Mmmm?" I responded. My mind was more occupied with cuddling her daughter and getting the child's cunny settled a little more comfortably on my cum-dribbling prick than on Ann's question.
"Promise me you'll not only fuck her, but get her pregnant when she gets old enough?"
I almost came again in the little girl at the obscene thought. "Well," I temporized, "If she still wants me to." I wasn't going to rape my own granddaughters.
"Dad!" Ann looked as though she was going to pick up her daughter and leave. I just couldn't bear the thought of disturbing Kimmy by pulling out. "OK," I sighed. I knew I would regret making that promise someday. On the other hand, Kimmy hadn't seemed to be displeased by the prospect; any more than her older cousins had. Maybe I was worried for nothing.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked, managing to include not only the fact of her daughter's sexual activity with her brothers and myself, but by implication my daughter, my two other granddaughters, and everything else. For sure, nothing like this had been going on the last time I had dropped over to visit either my son OR daughter.
Ann giggled. She always did look so cute when she did that. "Only about three months," she replied. "And believe it or not, it was Kimmy here, who started everything."
Somehow, with my prick slowly reviving in the child's belly where it was stirring the load of sperm I had already ejaculated in the little girl, I didn't find this as hard to believe as I might have otherwise. I smiled, raised my eyebrows, and indicated to Ann that she should continue.
"Well," she said, settling down more comfortably on the couch to continue, ignoring pants and sighs of "Oh... oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," coming from the other room, "A little over three months ago my husband caught little Kimmy here sleeping in her big brother's bed..."
No, not Mike's, John's. At first, he thought the 12-year-old was molesting his little sister, until it became apparent from both of them that it had been Kimmy who had sneaked into her big brother's bedroom, not the other way around. It seems the little slut had heard about sex from spying on some older girls at school and wanted to see if it was as nice as they said it was." Ann's voice when she called her little girl a "slut" was so loving that it sounded more like a term of praise or endearment than something obscene or nasty. "By the time we found out," she continued, "John had already fucked his little sister three or four times, and as you can imagine, neither one of the kids wanted to stop. Well, for a week there were such rantings, ravings, and screamings and tantrums in our house you wouldn't believe!"
I smiled to myself in memory of Ann, at the same age, and the tantrums she had when not getting her own way....
I could imagine her daughter, for all of the sweetness of the child sleeping in my lap, being just as stubborn as her mother was.
"Well," continued Ann, "George and I did our best... or thought we did. We forbid Kimmy from not only sleeping in her brother's bedroom, but from even going in there alone with him; and the same thing for him going into HER bedroom. We also gave the two kids big lectures about how 'wrong' it was for him to do that to her. For almost a week, we THOUGHT we had made them understand... well, maybe John, we had. Only about six days later we (actually, I) found Kimmy in MIKE'S bedroom; sliding up and down her big brother's prick like some incredible young harlot, until the older boy had no choice but to cum inside her. I was just about to yell and scream to get them to stop before he did; when Mike suddenly grunted and a thick white drop started oozing down the base of his prick; and I knew the older boy's sperm was decorating the inside of his little sister's vagina. It seems that since Kimmy wasn't allowed to fuck her 12-year-old brother John, she figured she would get Mike to 'do' her. Well, being a horny teenager, the older boy hadn't been all that hard to convince. MORE yellings, screamings and tantrums followed THIS discovery. When we finally got it through Kimmy's head that little girls are not supposed to fuck ANY of their brothers, we thought we finally had things under control...""Well, once we finally had Kimmy and the boys convinced that while it wasn't really right for them to be fucking, and they probably wouldn't get either us or themselves in trouble as long as they kept their sexual activities inside the family, we thought we had things in hand." Here Ann grinned at me. I grinned back. Somehow I just knew what was coming... her boys probably ended up in bed with her next... only it turned out I was anticipating things.
"The next problem we had," continued Ann, "was when we came over here for Lori's 12th birthday party, and stayed the night, because of the snow. You remember that night, don't you Daddy?"
I sure did. I usually managed to get to all of my children and grandchildren's birthday celebrations. Since I had just been at John's 13th birthday party the week before, it wouldn't have been fair to his cousin to miss hers...
Even snow wouldn't have been an excuse; though six-inches of snow can put a damper on quite a few things. How do you explain to a 12-year-old that it was "too much trouble" for her grandfather to come to one of the most important milestones of her life... her last birthday before she became a teenager?
Fighting rush-hour traffic in the snow to get to the party two hours late, and then having to drive all the way back not two hours later because I was supposed to meet a delivery-man who never showed up because of the same snow...
It's a good thing none of my grandchildren had been with me then, as they would have learned really new and imaginative meanings for the words, "fuck", "shithead", and "asshole". Not to mentions some other words I won't repeat even here. Definitely, I remembered that night. Now my daughter was telling me that I had missed out on more than I thought I had, all because of that same stupid delivery? Oh well... long since over.
"Well," continued my daughter, (Ann seemed to have a penchant for picking up her line of thought with the word, "Well.") "we forgot to tell the kids that when we said 'family' we meant 'immediate family'. So you can imagine what happened next."
Oh, could I ever!
Ann grinned at me, as she saw my eyes light up. "Uhuh," she confirmed. After you left, and while we were cleaning up, the kids all went into the den downstairs to play. The first thing we knew anything different was going on, was when we heard a loud "Ow," from Lori. "Ohmigawd!" was the next thing we heard from Mari, as she went to see what was going on. This brought the rest of us scrambling. It was no wonder that Mari was so astonished. There was a regular orgy going on in there. For the first time, the kids had a perfect match-up, with three horny boys, and three equally horny girls. Since none of our kids thought anything of fucking each other, it hadn't taken any convincing at all, for your son's two kids to be willing to join in. By the time we got there, Mike was just in the throes of ejaculating his seed in his cousin's womb, while Lori reached her first orgasm with a prick squirting thick white cum inside her. Over in the corner, Carri was just starting to take Darrin's little prick inside her, (figuring it wouldn't hurt quite as much as if she had one of the bigger boys do it) while John had to be contented with fucking his little sister, until one of the other girls was available. Talk about an 'Oh shit!' situation!"
Here my daughter gave me a wan grin. Damn I wished I had been there to see that! Even hearing about it second hand, almost had me spouting yet another thick helping of sperm in the belly of the sleeping little girl whose innocent face belied the erotic things she had been doing.
"Well!" said my daughter (again). "It took every inch of diplomacy we had, to convince Danny and Mari that thrashings were not deserved all the way around. Even when we explained things to them, it still took everything we could do to get them to realize (as we had finally) that once the kids had started, they weren't going to stop... which presented them with a dilemma."
"Huh?" I asked. Somehow the sweet cherubic face of my sleeping granddaughter did not fit in with the story of the horny little slut I had been hearing about. On the other hand, feeling her tight little cunny squeezing on my prick, while my cum made her insides slick and wet, made it hard to disbelieve.
"So what was the problem?" I asked; shifting to get my prick a little further up inside her daughter. Kimmy just grunted.
"The problem was, Lori and Kim don't have any brothers like Kimmy here does." Here my daughter reached out again, and smoothed her daughter's silky hair with a loving hand. Hearing her mother's voice, and feeling her familiar hand just made Kimmy snuggle closer to me. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came again inside the little girl, even if she was still asleep. I wasn't worried about it though, as I knew that neither Kimmy nor her mother watching me, would mind at all.
"So, what about their father?" I asked.
"Daddy?" asked my daughter. "Have you ever seen Danny's prick?"
Obviously, I had not. I mean, I don't go peeking in my son's bedroom to see how much 'manhood' he has... I'm not that much of a pervert.
("Oh?" asked a tiny voice in my head, "Then what kind of a pervert are you... fucking three of your own pre-teenaged granddaughters; one of them not even 8 years old yet, and actually trying to get the other two pregnant?" I ignored the voice.)
"My 'little' brother," said Ann, "is NOT so little. He's over eight inches long, but that's not the problem. His whanger is so big around it's all even I can do to take him inside me. Mari likes him that thick though." Ann smiled when she noticed my surprise at knowing she had been fucking her little brother. Then I wondered why I was surprised.
"That big thing of Danny's would split those two little girls wide open," she said. "We know, because believe me, they tried! So that left us doing OK at our house. Two horny women can always fuck even four horny men under the table any day of the week." Thus my daughter first admitted that she was taking her sons to bed, just like her husband was bedding their 7 year old little girl. "Only over here," she resumed, "things got pretty tight for a while. Then, (Here my daughter stopped to smile sweetly at me.) I thought of you... all alone in that big house, since Momma died; probably as horny as a two-peckered goat. I knew (don't ask me how) that your prick wasn't much bigger that Mike's, so you wouldn't hurt either of them. So, we all got together, and we set you up."
Frankly, I just gaped. "You set me up," I repeated dumbly.
"Uhuh. We knew that no ordinary argument would get you to leave that house where so many of Mother's memories haunt you still. But we know also how you feel about your granddaughters, and especially how you feel about men who fuck girls and then leave them to carry their babies."
"You don't mean?" I said, understanding finally dawning about what had happened the night before.
"Oh Daddy, you're so sweet," said Ann; leaning over to kiss me. DAMN, did her lips feel sweet, and her smell was so fresh and arousing I almost let her little girl have it right then.
After she pulled away though, I managed to grit my teeth, and prevent the rising of seed in my prick. I wanted to remain mated to my cute little granddaughter as long as possible; and I knew once I had squirted inside the child for the second time, that only an Act of God would allow me to remain stiff enough to stay inside the little girl.
"We set this whole Thanksgiving 'reunion' up, just to get you in bed with those little girls when there's at least a chance you might get one of them pregnant. Knowing how you feel about such things, we know you won't walk out on them now."
My face blushed as red as a beet. Obviously my children knew me only too well. "You mean?" I prompted.
This time Mari answered. I hadn't realized that the whole family was listening to our conversation, but they were. "She means," continued my daughter-in-law, "that from now on I expect you to be sleeping with Lori and Carri, or at least until they get old enough to move out on their own. I am NOT having my horny little girls go seducing the neighbor-boys, and accidentally bringing home some horrible disease. If they're going to fuck, which it seems that they are going to do whether I let them or not, then at least it will only be in the family, where we know it's safe. OK?"
"But," I spluttered for a second, "You mean you actually want me to get your little girls..."
Once again, I couldn't say it.
"Pregnant?" supplied Mari. Obviously the thought didn't bother her. "As I said before, that's up to them. I just expect you to fuck them, so they don't get all frustrated and go out and get themselves knocked-up by someone else..."
"Why? Don't you like the idea of getting your own granddaughters pregnant with your babies?"
Oh God... did I ever. I almost came at the very thought. Ann noticed.
"I think he does," she teased. "How would you like to get that little girl in your lap pregnant?" she asked. "Wouldn't Kimmy look real cute with a big belly, and your little girl kicking and squirming inside her? I'm sure Kimmy wouldn't mind."
Oh shit! That was too much. My overused prick began squirting and jumping inside the little girl, like a fire-hose gone out of control.Just the thought of the cute little 7-year-old with her tummy sticking out was enough to make me ejaculate more sperm in the child's tummy than I thought I had in me.
The whole family watched with interest as I jerked and spasmed the little girl full of incestuous cum. I couldn't help myself; hunching into the little girl as I tried to plant my seed as far up in the child's womb as I could.
My jerking, shaking, and thrusting finally woke my granddaughter up.
"Oooh, What's happening, Momma?" she asked sleepily, not pulling away from my frantic jabs, but not really fucking back, either.
"It's just your grandfather getting you pregnant," Ann soothed the little 7-year-old. "He's squirting his sperm inside you, so you can have a baby... would you like that, Honey?"
Oh SHIT! I had THOUGHT I was finished, with the last thick drops of sperm oozing out into my sexy little granddaughter. Only my daughter's obscene remark and question to her little girl was too much. Unexpectedly, I was cumming AGAIN! Squirt after squirt spat out of my prick, and into the welcoming young belly of the little first-grader.
"Oooh," said Kimmy, suddenly working back at me to try and force even more of my spouting prick up inside her body. "Thanks Grandpa. I didn't think I was old enough yet to get pregnant. Thanks Momma." Well, at least any worries that she might not want it were groundless.
"You're not," said her mother, now that my frantic surges were subsiding, and she knew I had planted every drop of incestuous sperm I had in me, in her little girl's womb. "That doesn't mean you can't TRY. Sometimes girls even younger than you get pregnant, if they try hard enough. So I thought you might like to try it with your grandfather, like your cousins will be doing, at least until we get home anyway."
"Oh," said the little girl with some disappointment. "I guess that's OK. Anyway, didn't you say a girl's first baby should be by her father?"
Ann had the grace to blush. "Uh, well, maybe," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean you can't 'practice' with your grandfather or brothers. And if you DO get pregnant by one of them, it wouldn't be all that bad, would it?"
"Mmmmm," said Kimmy, trying to snuggle down so that she kept my wilting prick inside her. "I wouldn't mind. It might be fun to have Grandpa's baby."
"That's good," said Ann, "because your grandfather has promised to get you pregnant as often as he can, once your body gets big enough to have babies."
I opened my mouth to object, but Kimmy didn't give me the chance to correct her mother's statement. "Really?" she said, kissing me with little-girl enthusiasm. "Thanks, Grandpa. I'll try to hurry up, and get big as fast as I can, so we can get started."
My prick gave another lurch inside the little girl, but even this erotic statement wasn't enough. My wilted prick, looking like a marshmallow-peanut instead of a rampant dong fit to impregnate little girls with, slid out of the child with a "slurp." It was only Lori's frantic rush to get some tissue that rescued the big chair from having a horrible mess in it.
"Well, that's it Kids," said Ann, shooing the children down to the Den in the basement, where soon giggles and shrieks of children at play soon were wafting skyward. I was too exhausted to even daydream about what kind of "games" these kids might be playing downstairs. Kimmy had almost immediately dashed off to join them; a plug of tissue being the only barrier keeping my sperm from running in an obscene drool down the little girl's leg.
"Well?" Asked Mari, looking at me expectantly, as if she had asked me a question. It took me a minute to figure out what she wanted to know. Well, after all, I had just finished fucking first her daughters, and then her niece twice, and was NOT in tip-top form mentally. Eventually I got it though. "I'll start moving my things in here next week," I said. Monday looked comfortably far away.
"Tonight," insisted Mari. "Those two little girls in the other room, will be expecting you to sleep with them tonight, and I'm NOT going to let you disappoint them."
"Tomorrow," I compromised. "I'll still sleep here tonight, and start moving in Saturday, OK?"
And that's the way it was. | 1 |
2,423 | Tricking Daddy | "Daddy?" The seven-year-old girl seemed bothered.
"What, dear?"
"How come we never fuck anymore?"
"Uh... I'm sorry? WHAT did you just say?" To say that Dan was astonished at his little girl's accusation was a gross understatement.
"I said, how come you never fuck me anymore? I keep waiting for you to come into my bedroom every night, and you never do!"
"But, Hon, I NEVER... When was this, anyway?"
"Back when you and Mom were having all those arguments... don't you remember?"
The thirty-year-old man was quite taken aback. If there was one thing he would have been SURE to remember, it was sticking his swollen penis up in his own daughter's cute little slit, and squirting the child's womb full of jet after gooey jet of her own father's thick white baby-making seed, without a care of getting the little girl pregnant with her own brother or sister. Even a year earlier at six, the precocious youngster had been giving him hard-ons and wet-dreams like that, that made his groin ache for hours; though he had no more intention of even touching her sexually than he had of climbing Mount Everest. (Both taking up some time in his daydreams though.) Dan just couldn't imagine the scene that would have to take place for him to really molest his own daughter though. "Uh, you're sure of this?" he asked; wondering if he had been sleepwalking, drugged, or possibly somebody else had sneaked into the house and deflowered his innocent little girl. Dan felt a surge of rage at the very thought.
"Uh-huh. It felt so GOOD, when you slid your big thing inside me. How come you haven't been to see me anymore? Don't you love me, Daddy?"
"Of COURSE I love you, HoneyBun... It's just that I'm not sure...."
"Oh GOODY!" exclaimed the youngster; clapping her hands and jumping on his lap with glee. "Does that mean you'll be in to see me tonight? I'll tell Mommy like I usually do, so we'll be ALL alone!"
"Uh... Hon?" he asks; now worried. "Are you sure about this?" Things seemed rather strange, to say the least.
"Uh-huh!" the child responded; giggling. "Here, feel me. I'm all wet!"
Somehow Dan Samuels found his hand being almost forced into his child's groin, up under her short little dress, and down under her panties. Sam (Samantha) had been right about one thing; she was soaking wet and quite slippery with arousal; and her father's finger slipped easily inside her... about half an inch.
"Sam!" exploded the older man, finally realizing what he was doing. "You've been lying to me! You're still a virgin; so you KNOW I haven't been doing anything to you."
<Giggle> "Of course, Daddy, I know that. But I got you to stick your finger in me to find out, didn't I?" From a single giggle, the child's body now shook with a whole raft of them, as she almost shook herself off the older man's lap from laughter. Neither party even seemed to notice that the man's hand was still inside her panties; slowly stroking the lips and tickling the protruding nubbin at the top of the little girl's tiny slit.
"Sam...." Dan couldn't bring himself to properly chastise the little girl he loved so much; and she didn't let him.
"Uh Daddy?" she asked. "Does this mean you won't be coming in to fuck me tonight?"
There was a long silence, as both man and girl thought about how their lives together would never be the same.
"Please, Daddy?" she whimpered in disappointment; almost certain she would be refused. From the instructions she had gotten, Sam was sure this was her best (and possibly ONLY) chance to be her father's lover like she wanted to be... at least until she started puberty. Five or six years seemed like forever to a girl of her age. Samantha knew she would never make it until 11 or 12 to have sex... she'd die of frustration first.
"Please, Daddy?"
"Oh God." | 3 |
2,424 | Appearances | "Am I doing it right, Daddy?"
I grinned as I heard the question come from my daughter's room. I had just come back into the house after stopping in the driveway, when I found myself almost on the road, wearing a short little dress, but no panties. Around the house, this might be okay, but when meeting with members of the local church, one has to keep up appearances. I was just passing my daughter's bedroom, on the way to slip on a pair, when I heard Karen talking to her father. Curious as to what Dan was teaching the little girl THIS time, I peeked into her bedroom.
It seemed that my husband was always teaching our little girls something. From how to ride a bike, to making a kite, or even how to fix a leaky faucet. Dan was always willing to show you how to do it. Already, either of the girls could unplug a sink, or rewire a lamp just as well as any boy, including their older brother, Mike. Better than most, in fact. The previous week, Dan had taken the motor for the lawnmower apart, while the two girls watched. He then had THEM put it back together; under his supervision of course. Karen and Diane had come back into the house with black faces, and hands that could have been an advertisement for the Mafia. I don't know who had been more proud, the girls, or Dan, when the old motor started on the first pull. So, you can see that it would be no surprise for me to find my husband showing either or both of our daughters how to do something. I wondered what it was this time.
Curious, I peeked a little harder into the bedroom, before Dan and Karen came into focus. Dan was standing beside the bed, naked; and Karen was sitting on it in front of him, also naked. This in itself, was no surprise, as the whole family ran around the house in the "altogether" all the time. The only time anyone cared if they were dressed or undressed, was if we had a guest over. A couple of Karen's friends had been a little shook up, when we treated them like family, and Mike had walked in on them naked.
By now, we knew who would be shocked, and who wouldn't. Also, the children were older and more careful, so the only friends who ever saw any of us naked any more, were those who we already knew wouldn't be upset. As I said, casual nudity was the norm at our house. With 65 acres of land, a tall fence in front, and neighbors who believed that what you did on your land, was your business, we never worried about clothes in, or even out of our house. Only when we went out to the store, or to visit, or something, did we make sure to wear "appropriate" attire. Most of our friends knew this, and many's the time I saw 14 or 15 naked kids splashing in the pool, or playing tag in the back of the barn.
As I said, seeing my husband and daughter both nude in her bedroom, didn't ring any bells of alarm, like it might have in some households. Not only was it normal for one or all of us to be undressed, but I knew how much my husband loved our little girls; and I would never have imagined him molesting them, if I hadn't caught him red-handed.I told you, I wanted to learn how to give a blowjob, and that's why I asked you to teach me. I want to learn how to do it right! You've always insisted that if we were going to learn to do something, we learn to do it the right way, or not at all! So stop being silly, and cum in my mouth like you're supposed to. How am I going to learn how to do it right otherwise?
"I guess," said Dan, "if you insist. I still can't believe how you managed to trick me into teaching you this in the first place. That was a sneaky, nasty trick, and you know it." He didn't sound too mad about it though.
All of a sudden, I found that I had to revise my whole world-view again. Karen had tricked Dan into doing this? I listened even closer now, to the couple in the other room. I caught the tail-end of Karen's giggle, as she removed her mouth from her father's penis long enough to respond.
"Well Daddy," she replied, "you were the one who taught me how to maneuver someone into a corner! Mmmmm. Your cock tastes good."
"I knew I was going to regret teaching you that," said Dan. He sighed, then continued, "Oh well, if you're going to learn to suck cock, you might as well learn to do it right, I guess. So. For one thing, when a man's about to cum, like I am, you don't want to lick on the head like that. The head of a man's penis gets very sensitive, when he's about to cum, and for a while afterwards." I could tell that Dan was having a hard time holding back, while he gave the instructions.
"Mmmm. Mmd," mumbled Karen. I thought it meant, "OK, Daddy." I could see that she must have changed her attack on Dan's penis, because the strained look left his face.
"That's better," he said. "Now suck on it. Try to purse your lips as far down the shaft as you can. Lick the underside too. The tube on the bottom feels especially good to a man, when you lick it there."
"Mmmk," agreed Karen.
"Ungh. Uh! I'm going to cum. Take Daddy's sperm in your mouth. You can spit it out afterwards," said Dan, struggling to hold off a little bit longer.
"Do I have to spit it out?" asked Karen, then hurriedly clamped her mouth back over her father's prick.
That was the last straw for my husband. Knowing that his own daughter actually WANTED to swallow his cum was too exciting.
In all our years of lovemaking, I had let Dan cum in my mouth about 10 or 20 times. I had never swallowed it though. Now my little daughter not only has my husband ejaculate his semen in her mouth, but she actually WANTED to swallow it? Here I had thought I was being so generous, to let Dan cum in my mouth once in a while. I felt ashamed that my own daughter had to teach me was love really was.
I watched, as Dan lost the last little bit of control, and began to spasm our little girl's mouth full of his thick sticky cum. "Unhg. Unh. Oooooh!" he groaned.
Karen didn't pull away. In fact, she seemed to suck even harder, trying to extract every last drop of her father's sperm into her eager little mouth.
I resolved that I was NOT going to let my own daughter show me up. The next time Dan and I made love, I was going to suck him off properly, and I wasn't going to spit it out either. If my little girl loved her father enough to swallow his cum, then surely I loved him at least as much.
All of a sudden, I realized what I was thinking. From being ready to almost kill my husband, for showing Karen how to suck his cock, I was now planning on rewarding him for the same thing.
I couldn't believe how fast my priorities had changed. I knew that I was no longer mad at him for teaching the little girl about sex, once it became obvious that it was not only HER idea, but that she had tricked him into this mess as well. What really amazed me, was that I found that I was no longer even annoyed at the prospect of my husband teaching our daughters about sex. In fact, I was getting turned on at the idea. So much so, that I was actually contemplating sucking my husband's cock and swallowing his cum. Something I had never done in all the years we had been married.
I felt a little ashamed of myself. No, not for wanting to swallow Dan's cum. Not even for letting Karen do it, while I watched. No, what I was ashamed of, was that it took my own daughter to show me how much I had been denying my husband, when I had thought I loved him. No more. From now on, Dan was going to think he was in heaven. I was going to see that he got so many different kinds of sex, he wouldn't know where to put his cock. Yes, even if he wanted to fuck me in the ass. We had never done it before. (I had been too scared, when I was younger, and eventually Dan had stopped asking.) This time, I was going to shock my husband, by asking HIM.
All these weighty decisions took place in less time than it took for my husband to deliver three good squirts of thick sticky cum in our daughter's mouth.
Dan managed to compose himself enough to resume his lessons, as the last sticky curds must have been oozing out onto our little girl's tongue. "No," he finally replied to Karen's previous question, "you don't HAVE to spit it out. Your mother does, but you don't have to. In fact, most men like the idea of a pretty girl swallowing their sperm."
Karen blushed, when Dan called her a "pretty girl," but didn't remove her mouth from his cock. "Mmmm," she said. I was almost certain I could see her Adam's-apple go up and down, as she swallowed. She seemed to suck even harder, trying to extract every last drop from her father's cock.
"Easy," said Dan, running his hands through our little girl's hair, "remember what I told you about the head of a man's penis getting sensitive. Just purse your lips around the base, and strip the last bit out with your tongue and lips." Dan started panting, as the little girl followed his instructions.
Finally, Karen must have stopped getting any more, so she lifted her face from her father's now shrunken penis. "Did I do it right, Daddy?" she asked. "Did you like it?"
"Oh God, did you ever," said Dan, replying to her first question. "I sure did like it. Almost too much in fact."
Karen seemed to get excited by this. "'You mean it Daddy?" she asked. "I'm really good?" At his nod, she continued with the exuberance of youth, "Does that mean we can do it again, Daddy? I really liked it."
"Oh God," said Dan, "we can't. We shouldn't have done it this time. If your mother ever found out, she'd kill me."
I stifled a giggle. About ten minutes earlier, I would have agreed with him. Now I was slightly disappointed that he wasn't planning on going any further. Sometimes, I even shock myself. I wondered just how much "further" I was willing to let the two of them go.
"Why not?" asked Karen reasonably. "If I want to, and you like it, what's wrong with that?"
"Oh Jesus," said Dan. I could tell he was wondering how he had gotten into this mess. "For one thing, it just isn't done," he explained, "A man isn't supposed to have his own daughter suck his cock."
"Hunh!" sniffed Karen, showing what the world could do with its opinions of what is or isn't "done."
Dan ignored her unvoiced disdain for what other people thought. To some extent, everybody in the family shared that opinion, including me. "The real reason we shouldn't," he continued, "is that I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to stop."
At this, Karen seemed to lose her patience. "So what!" she exclaimed. "You liked it. I liked it. Nobody's getting hurt. Why SHOULD we stop?" For a second, she glared at her father, then slumped. "Why should we stop?" she repeated.
"Well, for one thing, we don't want your mother to get mad," replied Dan.
I stifled another giggle. Me mad? Not now I wasn't! I may have been, but right now I was getting hot, not mad. I suddenly realized that I had been unconsciously fingering my crack, at the hope that Karen might give her father another blowjob, while I was watching.
I started to remove my finger, then relaxed and stroked harder. "C'mon Dan," I thought to myself, "give your little girl another faceful of cum, like she wants." I was almost boiling at the very thought. I knew that from now on, I would be trying to catch Dan and Karen together as much as possible.
A whole new avenue of sexual pleasures had been opened to me, and I had my own daughter to thank. Swallowing cum, (By now, I was actually looking forward to not only tasting Dan's cum but swallowing every drop, as well.) anal sex, (Yes, I was going to do that, and yes, I WAS going to enjoy it!) and now voyeurism. Watching my little girl having sex, was a definite turn-on. I began to wonder if I could arrange it somehow, so that Dan would start teaching Diane about sex, just like he was teaching her younger sister. By now, my cunny was soaking wet, at the very thought.
Dan had said something that I missed, but I picked up the conversation from Karen's reply. "What do you mean, it won't stop here?" she asked.
"I mean," said Dan, "that if we continue doing this, we won't be able to stop at my just teaching you how to give a blowjob. Pretty soon you would want to know how it feels to have a man licking you down there, just like you just did to me."
Karen squirmed at this. I could tell that she had already been thinking that very thought.
"After that," continued Dan, inexorably, "you'd want to learn more and more, until one day we'd find ourselves naked on the bed together, with my cock stuck up inside your tight little vagina, filling your womb with the stuff that make babies.You'd probably end up pregnant by your own father, as I wouldn't be able to resist. Besides, your mother would probably kill me if she knew we had done this much. We've got to stop now, before we get carried away, and she finds out about it.
I stifled yet another snigger. Boy, was HE in for a rude awakening. "If I found out," indeed! Then I had another thought. It would be kind of cute to let the guy think he was getting away with something.
I jerked my attention back to the other room, where Karen was speaking again. "You mean you'd do it if Momma knew about us and didn't mind?" she asked.
Dan chuckled at the very thought. "Sure," he agreed easily.
Suddenly, I knew how Dan had gotten trapped by Karen into giving her lessons in giving a blow-job. With crystal clarity, I knew what was coming next, and I almost bit my tongue in two to keep from saying something and warning Dan.
"You mean, you'd fuck me, and cum in me, and teach me how to make a baby, and everything, if you knew that Momma didn't mind what we were doing?"
"Well..." Dan started. For a moment, I thought he was going to see the trap, but he put his foot right on the trigger. "Your Mother would have a fit if she knew what we've done already, let alone that," he said.
Karen didn't give him a chance to think as she pressed on. "You'd do it if you knew Momma didn't mind what we did?"
Dan stepped in, and the trap closed. "I suppose," he said, "but there's not a chance in the world of that."
Karen stifled a grin as she snapped the lock shut on the gate. "Promise?" she asked.
"Promise," said Dan, taking the key from her and throwing it away. In our house, a promise was sacred. I figured that Karen had somehow made him "promise" to help her with some problem, and the problem had turned out to be that she needed lessons in giving head. "But there's not much chance of that," continued my husband, now testing the bars of his cage, when it was too late. "Your mother would never approve of this."
Karen could no longer hold her glee. "Oh I wouldn't say that," she chortled. "Momma's been watching us for the last 10 minutes, and hasn't objected so far. In fact," she said, looking me straight in the eyes, through the crack in the doorframe, "she's been fingering herself off, while we did it. I think Momma is turned on at the thought of her little girl getting fucked."
Oh shit! Caught red-handed. Or at least red-faced, and slippery-handed. What could I say? I thought about it, then gave a sigh of resignation. I decided, "What the heck!" So I slipped out of my skirt and blouse, and joined my astonished husband and daughter.
After a minute, Dan finally closed his gaping mouth. By that time, I had finished getting undressed, and was just as naked as they were. "To heck with the church social," I thought, "This is far more interesting."
"OK," I told my husband, "she caught us both. Dan, I always knew this business of teaching the girls everything would get out of hand. Do you realize that you just promised to not only fuck our daughter, but to get her pregnant as well?"
Dan's eyes got big as he thought about this. "I didn't say that!" he protested.
Karen giggled, as I pointed out his mistake. SHE knew what she had done!
"You said, 'You would not only fuck her, and cum inside her, but that you would teach her how to make a baby,'" I reminded him. "In my mind, and I'm sure that Karen agrees with me, that means actually getting her pregnant, so that she knows what it feels like to have a baby, not just getting fucked once or twice and taking a chance."
Karen nodded, confirming my suspicions. She had actually set it up, so that she could fuck her own father, and have his baby. Not only that, but somehow she had wangled my permission for her to do so. I knew that from now on, I wouldn't be worried about Karen being able to make her way in the outside world. With a devious little mind like that, she could hold her own with anybody.
Surprisingly, I wasn't mad. My pride at her brilliance overcame my natural jealousy. I just hoped she would enjoy being a mother as much as I had. "Go on," I told them both, "you might as well start now as later. The sooner you fuck her, the sooner she'll get pregnant."
Karen and Dan both stared at me, surprised by my cavalier attitude. That didn't stop them from following my instructions, however. Dan was already motioning for Karen to get on the bed, so that he could get between her legs, when the little girl stopped to ask one last question.
"Uh Momma," she asked, a little worriedly, "can Daddy keep fucking me, even AFTER I get pregnant?"
Oh Geesh! She hadn't even been fucked the first time, and she was already worried about having to quit, when her belly got big!
"No Dear," I sighed, "you don't have to stop. Just remember, Dan's MY husband, and I like to fuck too."
"Oh Momma," said Karen, "I'm not trying to steal Daddy. I just want to fuck a little. I won't be needing him THAT much."
I thought about how horny I had been at her age, and grinned. "Don't be making any promises," I warned. Still, I did stop worrying.
Karen thought over my advice, then nodded. If anyone knew the dangers of getting stuck with a promise, it should be her. Of course, Dan could give lessons as well.
"So my little girl wants to learn how to fuck, and how babies are made," said Dan, approaching our daughter, with his big cock dribbling pre-cum all over the little girl's slit. "OK Honey, you asked for it. Daddy's going to stick his big nasty old cock all the way up inside your tight little baby-hole, and fill your cute little tummy so full of baby-juice, you won't stop having kids until you're out of college." We all giggled, as Dan went on, in a more serious note, "Normally, I'd take my time, and get you all worked up, but I see you've already done that. Besides, all this talk of you actually WANTING me to get you pregnant has me about ready to cum, before I even get it inside you. So..."
There was a sudden groan from Dan, a slight "Ow," from Karen, and My husband's penis had vanished into the little girl's body.
"Ooooh!" said Dan, "She's so tight inside, I think I'm going to cum, before I get it all the way inside her. Careful, Karen. Don't squirm like that. You'll have me cumming, before we're ready."
"I can't help it Daddy," replied Karen. "It tickles inside. Oh. Ooooh!"
I could tell, that they were both ready to climax. I was so proud of my little girl. Barely started on her first fuck, and already reaching for a climax. I hadn't cum, until Dan and I had been fucking for a week, in that old bed in the hayloft.
"Momma, what's Daddy doing to Karen?" The little voice at my elbow, almost made me jump out of my skin. Unnoticed, Mike and Diane had come up, and had joined me in watching their sister and father.
I heaved a sigh. Oh well. They would have found out soon enough, when their sister's belly started to get big.
"Daddy's teaching your sister how to make a baby," I said, putting it in as an obscene and bald a manner as possible.
Both kids considered this for a moment.
"That's not fair," said Diane, "I'm older than Karen. When's Daddy going to teach ME how to make a baby?"
Oh shit. I forgot how it would look to her. She was right. It wasn't fair.
"How about me?!" said Mike. "I'm older than either of you. How come I always get left out. Just because you're both girls!"
Double shit! He had a point there.
I had a sudden brilliant (if nasty) idea. It wasn't as if I would be starting something the kids wouldn't think of themselves either. Especially not after seeing their sister and father.
"Diane," I said, "why don't you get up on the bed, alongside your sister. There's plenty of room."
Mike sent me a black look, thinking he was going to have to watch BOTH his sister's enjoying something that was denied to him, just because he was a boy.
I almost grinned, but managed to continue, "Now Mike, why don't you get up there, and start practicing making a baby in Diane. Just do whatever you see your father do. That way, you can all learn at the same time. You just practice making a baby in Diane, while your father makes a baby in your little sister."
When I heard that last line come out of my mouth, it was too much. It was so obscene, but so sexy too. It sounded like somebody's idea of a dirty joke; like the old one that Dan used to tell me was the dirtiest short little joke in the world:
'Gee brother, you fuck almost as good as Daddy does.'
'I know, that's what Momma told me.'
I giggled again. I knew that from now on, any time someone told an off-color joke I'd be tempted to say, "Have you heard this one? A mother is talking to her son, and she says, 'Mike, why don't you practice making a baby in Diane, while your father makes a baby in your little sister.'"
Of course, I'd have to change the names a little, unless I could trust them. I giggled again at the joke. "Practice making a baby in your little sister," indeed!
I may have thought it was a joke, but the rest of the family hadn't. I had barely been aware of Diane's quiet little "Ouch," as she lost her virginity, before the bed was just one big nasty.
Since Dan was too heavily involved in the "hands-on" portion of teaching Karen, I figured that it was up to me to continue the oral part of instructing the children."If you look at your father," I told Mike and Diane, distracting the boy enough to keep him from splattering his little sister's belly full of cum prematurely, "you'll see that he's about to squirt a thick white sticky liquid up inside your little sister. This white stuff is called cum, and it contains Daddy's sperm. That's what makes babies in little girls. So when Daddy squirts his cum in your sister, you'll know he might be making a baby inside her."
I turned to my husband, who had gotten red in the face. The feel of his own little girl's tight little slit squeezing on his swollen cock was taking its toll. "Oh God," he groaned, "I'd better pull out. I can't knock-up my own kid. I mean, it's just not right!"
For all his protesting, I noticed that Dan kept pushing his engorged penis as far up inside the little girl as he could. On the other hand, I knew he would probably pull out before he came, if he felt guilty enough.
"Don't you DARE pull out," I admonished him. "You'll make Karen think you don't love her enough to keep your promise, even about something as important as this."
"Yeah Daddy," interjected Karen, "you promised!"
I could tell that Dan was weakening. Besides, I knew that he really didn't WANT to pull out anyway. The feeling of his own daughter's tight little cunny milking on his cock, as the little girl actually TRIED to get him to father a child on her, must have been exquisite. I gave him the encouragement he needed.
"Yes Dan, You promised," I repeated. "Besides, SHE wants you to do this; I want you to do it; and I know that even YOU are turned on by the idea of getting your own little girl pregnant."
That last, was no lie. I could see that Dan was fighting to keep from splattering his little girl's body full of baby-juice, at the same time he fought with his conscience. His conscience was losing.
All this argument, had distracted Mike long enough, that he managed to keep from filling his little sister's vagina with baby-making sperm a little longer as well. He spoke up, trying to get the family back into the erotic mood, that Dan had interrupted.
"Yeah Daddy," he said, "if Karen wants you to get her pregnant, what's the big deal? It's not as if you were raping her."
"Yeah Daddy," chimed in Diane, "if Karen wants your baby, and you want to give her one, what's the problem? Besides, you did promise."
"You promised, Daddy," repeated Karen.
That was it. Dan gave up. If his whole family wanted him to impregnate his little girl, including most especially Karen herself, then he would do it. Actually, I knew that the thought of making a baby in his own daughter was quite exciting to my husband. He had just never believed that the little girl would actually WANT to have her own father's baby, or that I would let him do it, if she DID want it.
Dan's pants became faster, and I knew he wouldn't be talking with anything but his cock, for the next couple of minutes. Watching his own son trying to impregnate one daughter, while the younger of his two girls squeezed the heck out of his cock as the little girl tried to reproduce with her own father, was too much for Dan. Even though he had already spent himself in the little girl's mouth less than 15 minutes earlier, he wasn't over 2 more inside his daughter, before he began spasming the little girl's tight little belly full of incestuous sperm. I saw my husband's fat cock expand in our little girl's tight little slit. Her bare cunny-lips were stretched obscenely around her father's dong, as Dan did his best to impregnate his own daughter.
By now, all the family members on the bed were past words, as I saw my husband jam his oversized member as far up in our little girl's belly as he could. From his frantic jerking, and his grunts of pleasure, it was obvious that Dan was doing his best to fill the child's womb with his potent sperm.
On the other side of the bed, Mike wasn't doing much better. In fact, he almost beat his father to the punch. The boy had never actually put his cock right up inside a girl before, and the feeling of his little sister's tight little baby-hole squeezing and clamping around his penis was too exciting for him.
Shortly, I knew the boy was emulating his father, as I watched him jam his erupting penis all the way up in his little sister's belly, and hold it there. I looked between the boy's legs, and could actually see the tube on the bottom of his prick bulge, each time another dollop of incestuous sperm was injected into his little sister's womb.
"That's it Mike," I encouraged him. "Push your cock as far up inside your little sister as you can. The more sperm you leave inside her, and the farther up it goes, the better the chance that you'll make a baby in Diane."
I could hardly believe the words coming out of my own mouth. Not a half-hour ago, I would probably shot my husband, if I even THOUGHT he might be molesting one of our daughters. Now, I had not only encouraged him to fuck Karen, but I had almost blackmailed him into impregnating the little girl.
To top it all, I was now encouraging my son to make a baby in his own little sister? As I said, I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I did it anyway.
I shivered with excitement, as I realized I could be watching my own son impregnate his little sister. Such a nasty, obscene, and thoroughly exciting thought! My baby boy's sperm might be joining in my baby girl's womb with her egg, to make another little baby girl inside her. I hoped so. I wanted my son to make a little girl in his sister, so that he would someday be able to copy his father, and make a baby in his own daughter. I shuddered in a quiet climax of my own, at the very idea.
Sadly, neither girl seemed to climax this first time, but both of them seemed to be happy just knowing that they had made their partners feel so good.
I knew I had to do it. There are some things you know you shouldn't do, that you just HAVE to do anyway. Like a horrible pun. You just CAN'T resist telling it. You know you shouldn't, but you can't resist. It was the same in this case. I just HAD to say this. After I said it, I was even more surprised, to learn that I meant it.
"Now Mike," I said, getting his attention, after he finally stopped pumping his little sister full of his incestuous seed, "I want you to practice making a baby in your little sister, at least once a day." (Oh God! What a line!)
"As for you Diane, I want you to tell me, if your big brother doesn't fuck you at least once a day. Understand?"
Diane gaped at me in surprise, then a big grin lit up her face. "Yes Momma," she replied, then giggled.
I ignored the giggle, and turned to my other daughter. "Karen, the same thing goes for you. I want you to tell me, if your father doesn't help you practice making a baby, at least once a day." By now, my grin was threatening my ability to talk.
"But not if he does it more often, huh?" Karen's grin matched mine and her little sister's. All of a sudden, it was too much. The whole family burst out laughing, as I managed to choke, "No, not if he does it more often."
The whole family must have howled and choked with laughter for over five minutes. Still, each one promised to, "Do his duty," and help the other partner "practice" as often as he or she wanted to.
By the time we managed to get off the bed, some three hours later, both little girls had "practiced" at least 3 times, and I had even managed to get in a little practice myself. No, I'm not telling you who I practiced with. Sometimes things look nastier (or sexier) if you DON'T say something, than if you do.
Well, disappointing as it sounds, neither girl got pregnant right then, I guess their bodies just weren't ready yet. Dan and Mike kept practicing making a baby in the two little girls, and eventually they both succeeded. Karen and Diane both had little baby girls, just as we had hoped for. Karen's baby weighed 7 pounds, six ounces; and she named it Danielle. (I wonder who she was naming it after?) Diane's baby was a little bigger, at 7 pounds 8 ounces; and she named it (logically enough) Michelle.
Me? How did you guess? Yes, I got pregnant too. In fact, it took Karen and Diane longer to get pregnant than I did; and I had to go off the pill first. I was already almost 6 months pregnant, by the time Karen first caught.
Oh, you don't care about how long it took; you want to know about the baby! Joseph (or, as we call him, "Little Joe.") came into the world at 3:23 AM, weighing 8 pounds 3 ounces. (Well, ONE of us had to make a boy! How else would Dan and Mike's kids be able to know the joy of fucking their own brother?)
Right now, all three kids sleep in the same bed, and we don't plan on changing this, when they get older. I wished I had been smart enough, to do it with Mike and HIS sisters, when they were small.
Oh well, he's certainly making up for lost time. It's been a little over a year now, since Karen had her baby, and when I passed the children's room this morning, I heard the little girl squealing with delight, as her big brother helped her "practice" making a baby again. After all, as she had told me the night before: "Now that Daddy had taught her how to make a baby, she didn't want to get out of practice, did she?" I hoped Diane had another little girl this time.
With this thought, I hurried down to the bedroom I now shared with Dan and Diane. I wanted to make sure that my husband didn't let my elder daughter get out of practice either.I guess this is all just a lesson to not be deceived by appearances. If I had jumped to the conclusion that was "warranted" by catching my husband giving our little girl a lesson in sex, then we all would have suffered. So watch out. Just because it "appears" to be true, doesn't mean it is. Just like my husband "appeared" to be forcing Karen to have sex, when in reality, she was forcing him! I'm so glad I didn't let appearances deceive me.
Oh, by the way, Dan says both girls have learned their lessons VERY well. In fact, they are both almost as good as I am at sucking him off, fucking him, or whatever else "comes" up. In fact, he says the only place I really have an edge over them is when it comes to anal sex. I guess, when it comes to taking it up the ass, you've got to have incentive, like I do.
My daughters may be younger and prettier than I am, but they aren't going to love my husband more than I do. Not that they would try to steal Dan away from me. I know they love us both too much for that. Besides, I think they are both going to marry their brother when they get older. "How's that?" you say. Well, all I'll tell you is that while all my kids are Dan's, he wasn't my first husband. (Appearances can be deceiving, can't they?) Officially, Mike is my first husband's child.
Of course, Mike is going to have to PUBLICLY only marry one of the two girls. The other will just be his sister-in-law, who lives with them. Just for appearances, of course. | 2 |
2,428 | Learning | "Susie!"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Come here."
"Just a minute, Daddy. I'm getting dressed."
"That's OK, there's something I want to show you."
"But Daddy, I'm naked!"
"I know. That's what I want to talk to you about."
"Huh?"
"Just come here... No, leave your panties off."
"But Daddy, I thought I wasn't supposed to let anyone see me naked."
"Uh-huh. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You know why you're not supposed to let people see you naked, don't you?"
"It's about sex, isn't it?"
"Right. You're now getting old enough to learn about sex, so I figure now's as good a time as any. Come here."
"But Daddy, I'm naked, and... and... and you're naked too!"
"Uh-huh. That's the idea."
"Oh!"
"Now, Susie?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"You know what that crack between your legs is?"
"Yes, Daddy. It's my vagina, isn't it?"
"Right. Do you know what the purpose of your vagina is?"
"Uh... To make babies?"
"Close enough. It's also something to have fun with. You have been playing with yourself there, haven't you?"
"A little, Daddy."
"Good. Did you do it like I showed you?"
"Uh-huh. It didn't feel as good as when you did it, though."
"You'll get better with practice. Come here, and let me feel... Oh! You are wet, aren't you?"
"I can't help it, Daddy. It always feels so good when you stick your finger inside me. I... I... Aughaaaah! Oooh, that feels good, Daddy!"
"That's it, cum for Daddy! Cum. Come on, Susie, let yourself go. Squeeze my finger. Just like that! Do it. Cum."
"Oh, Daddy! Unhg. Uuuh! Aaaahhh! Hooooo!"
"There. Feel better now?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Good. Now, back to what we were talking about. You know what your vagina is for; do you know what Daddy's thing is?"
"That's your penis, isn't it, Daddy?"
"Uh-huh. Or my prick, or..."
"Your cock?"
"Right. Now, what's my cock for?"
"To make babies? Like my vagina?"
"Right. And?..."
"To have fun with, like my vagina?"
"Good girl! Now, do you know how a baby gets in your vagina?"Then, <grunt> you can climb on me, and we'll see what we can do.
<silence>
<grunt>
<pant>
"Ugh. Daddy, it won't go in!"
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"Yes it will. Just rub it around a little, and make the slippery-stuff lubricate your cunny."
"Ok Daddy, like this?"
"Oooohhh!"
"Oh Daddy, it's going in!"
"It sure is. Take it easy Honey, we don't want to. . . Ugnh!"
"Ow! Sorry Daddy, I. . . O Jesus, it's really going in."
"Easy Honey, or you'll have me cumming in you, before it's all the way inside."
"Sorry Daddy, I can't help it, I. . . I. . . Ooohh!"
"Hooo! Oh Jesus! Oh Susie! I'm going to. . ."
"Oh Daddy, it's going so DEEP!"
"Hold it Susie, DON'T MOVE! I. . . Aahh! That's better."
"What's the matter Daddy?"
"I almost came. It's OK now, slide up and down a little, and we'll see how much you can take."
"Like this Daddy?"
"Unhuh. Oooh that feels good. How do you like it?"
"Ungh. Stings a little, but it's feeling better now. Am I doing it right Daddy?"
"Are you ever! Hold it a second Suz. Look down."
"Oh, wow, Daddy! It's all the way up inside me. I don't believe it."
"I told you it would fit. Now just slide up and down easily. Let's make this last, as long as we can."
"OK Daddy. Like this?"
<squeak> <squeak>
"Yeah, just like that. Oh, that feels good."
<squeak> <squeak>
"I. . . think. . . it. . . feels good. . . too, Daddy."
<squeak> <squeak> <squeak> <squeak>
"Oh Honey, Daddy's going to cum! I can't help it."
<squeak, squeak> <squeak, squeak>
"Do it Daddy. Please?"
<squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak>
"Aaaugh! Oh! Oh Susieeeee! Oh Daddy loves you!"
<squeak> <squeak>
"Love. . . you. . . too, . . . Daddy."
<squeak>
"Oh! I'm bushed!"
"Thank you Daddy."
"You're welcome. Thank YOU Susie. I hope you don't regret this."
"I won't. . . . Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Am I pregnant now?"
"Probably not. It's possible, but not likely. Most girls don't get pregnant on their first try."
"Oh. Can we keep on trying, until I am?"
"Oh Jesus. Susie, it's not really such a good idea."
"Daddy!"
"OK! If you insist."
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"Promise?"
"Oh no you don't! Look at the trouble I got in last time I promised you."
"Daddy, that's not fair!"
"Sorry. OK, I promise, if that's what you REALLY want."
"I do."
<puff> <pant>
"Daddy?"
"Could we do it again?"
"Oh Jesus, what have I created?"
"Daddy!"
"I suppose. You really DO want to get pregnant, don't you?"
"Unhuh. . . .Uh oh."
"Now what?"
"I just thought of a reason why I shouldn't."
"NOW she decides she shouldn't get pregnant. When she's already got a bellyful of her own father's sperm soaking in her womb, THEN she decides she doesn't want to get pregnant!"
"I didn't say that!"
"Oh? Then what DID you say?"
"I said, 'I thought of a reason I shouldn't get pregnant.'"
"Oh. And that is?"
"Ginny."
"Oh, Ginny. What does your little sister have to do with this?"
"Daddy, don't be dumb. When I got my bike, and almost broke my leg riding it, what did Ginny do?"
"Borrowed your bike, and learned to ride it too."
"And when I went swimming, and almost drowned, what did Ginny do?"
"Almost got drowned too."
"And when I climbed up in the apple tree, picking apples, and couldn't get down, where was Ginny?"
"OK. I get the point. You're saying that anything you do, your little sister is going to do too, no matter how much it hurts. I hadn't realized it was that bad."
"It's worse. If she finds out you're fucking me, she's going to want it too. And if she finds out I'm pregnant..."
"She's going to want me to make a baby in her, as well?"
"Right."
"What if I won't do it?"
"Daddy, remember how she learned how to swim?"
<sigh>
"If you don't, guess what she'll do?"
"Get someone else?"
"Uhuh. Can you imagine what might happen, if a little girl like her goes down to the beer-hall, begging to get fucked?"
"Would she really do that?"
<silence>
"But she's only. . . I mean she's just a baby!"
"Daddy! She's only two years younger than I am. She's even been having periods, almost as long as I have."
"That too?"
"That too. She copies me in EVERYTHING."
<sigh>
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<sigh>
"Well, what are we going to do?"
"I'm NOT going to stop fucking."
"Then?"
"You'll just have to fuck her too."
"But she's only. . "
"Daddy!"
"OK. I give up. Who would have ever thought I'd be fucking BOTH my little girls this morning? What am I supposed to do? Just come into your bedroom tonight, and start fucking both of you?"
<giggle> "Sound good to me, Daddy."
"You're not serious."
"Why not? She's GOING to find out about us sooner or later, so why keep it a secret? Then, if she wants to, you just finish fucking me, and slip it up inside her too."
"You ARE serious."
"Uhuh. Whaddya think?"
"I think they're going to haul me away in the paddy wagon, that's what."
"But you'll do it?"
"I guess."
"You don't sound too enthusiastic. I thought you liked to fuck your own daughters. You seemed to like fucking me anyway."
"But Ginny's two whole years younger than you are. I mean..."
"Daddy. Remember when you showed me how to play with myself?"
"Uh."
"Ginny was there too, wasn't she?"
"Well yes, but..."
"No buts. Ginny liked it when you stuck your finger up in her, just as much as I did."
"I suppose you're right."
"I am right. You'll see."
"I guess I will."
"OK, that's settled. Tonight then?"
"OK, tonight."
"Promise?"
"Unh."
"Daddy!"
"OK, promise."
"Uh Daddy? Can we do it again now?"
"I suppose. Lie down on the bed, and this time I'll get on top. That's it. Now look down between your legs. Daddy's going to put his cock up inside your pussy, and squirt the stuff that makes babies in you. Is that what you want Susie?"
"Please Daddy I. . . Oooh that feels good."
"Ungh!"
<pant>
"Oh Daddy, I. . ."
"Don't squeeze so hard Honey."
"I can't help it Daddy."
7
"Oh shit. Well, maybe next time I'll be able to hold out. You're just too sexy for your own good Susie."
"It's OK Daddy. I don't mind."
"Well, go get cleaned up, and we'll see what happens tonight, OK?"
"OK Daddy. Boy, you sure made a mess in me, didn't you?"
<giggle>
<Whap!>
"Get your cute little butt in the bathroom, before you dribble all over the floor."
"Yes Daddy."
<giggle>
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.
.
". . . So she says to me, 'If I was you, I'd' . . . DADDY!"
"Hi girls. Ready for bed?"
"Daddeee! We're NAKED!"
"So? So am I. So what?"
"But Daddy. . . What are. . . Susie! What are you doing?!"
"Hi Daddy. I missed you. . . Mmmmmmmm."
<smack>
"Oh my gosh!"
"Daddy, what are you. . . Oh my gosh!"
"Oooh Daddy, that feels good."
"Mmmm. Sure does Kitten. Here, let's get on the bed."
"Move over Ginny, so Daddy can get on the bed too."
"Oh my gosh!"
"Oh Daddy, that feels good. I've been so, so. . ."
"Horny?"
"Yeh. I've been so horny, all afternoon."
"Well, let's see what we can do. Here."
"Oooh, Daddy. That feels so good."
"Spread your legs a bit Susie. Ginny, move over a bit more, so I can get my cock inside your sister."
"Oh my gosh! What are you DOING?"
"Well Gee, what does it LOOK like we're doing? Playing catch?"
"Playing 'Catch the baby.' is more like it."
"See Daddy, I told you Ginny wasn't dumb."
"Ohmigawd! You don't mean you're really going to. . ."
"Uhuh. That is, if Daddy can ever get <grunt> his thing in me. Oooh. That's it Daddy. Now fuck me. Please?"
"Oh wow. Oh wow! Daddy's fucking Susie. Oh wow."
"Ginny, could you keep it in for a bit. I promise I won't interrupt, when it's your turn."
"My turn? You mean Daddy's going to fuck me too? Oh wow."
<grunt>
"Ow! Oooh. Sorry Daddy. There, that's better. Aaaahh. When we're done. Unless you don't want to."
"Easy Honey. That's better. I think I can hold out this time, so you let yourself go."
"Oh Daddy, can I? I. . . don't. . . think it'll. . . take too. . .long."
8
"Oh Jesus. Look Ginny, your sister's going to cum with my cock inside her."
"Daddy are you going to cum too?"
"Uhuh. I probably won't be able to stop."
"You mean, you're going to squirt your sperm in Susie?"
"I. . . I. . . Iiiee. . . Oh Jesus."
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I. I. I. . .Aaauuugh!"
"I guess so."
"Unh. Oh. Oohh. Whoo, that's good."
"Thank you Daddy."
"Thank you! Feel better now?"
"Oh boy, I sure do. I'll bet you can't wait for your turn, huh Ginny?"
"Oh wow. You mean I. . . Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Is Susie going to have a baby?"
"We're not sure yet, but if we keep on doing this, she probably will. Why? Do you want to get pregnant too?"
"Oh gee, I'm not sure. Yes. No! Yes. I don't KNOW! Oh Daddy!"
"Sshhh. You don't have to have a baby, just because your sister does. You don't even have to fuck, if you don't want to."It's just that your sister and I figured you would want to, once you found out that she was."
"But Daddy I..."
"It's OK. We understand. You're just a little young yet. Maybe when you get a little older, and bigger you might want to fuck like your sister does. In the meantime, I'll still keep doing you with my finger like before, and you won't have to worry about having a baby, if you don't want to."
"No."
"Huh?"
"I said no!"
"OK, you don't have to ever fuck, if you don't want to."
"Daddy!"
"What?"
"She's not getting away with it."
"Huh?"
"I said I'm not going to let Susie get away with it."
"You mean, you want me to stop fucking your sister? That's not very fair. She's not stopping you."
"That's not what I mean."
"OK, what DO you mean."
"I mean Susie's at it again. She's trying to get you all to herself. I mean, it feels good, when you put your... your penis up inside her, doesn't it?"
"Well, yes but..."
"And it feels even better, when you cum inside her too, I bet."
"Uhuh."
"And you'll probably love her even more, when she has your baby too!"
"Ginny! I told you, you could fuck Daddy too."
"No I can't."
9
"Huh?"
"Why not?"
"Cause it won't FIT, and it's not FAIR! Just because you're older!" <sob>
"Ginny!"
"What?" <sniffle>
"That's what I thought too."
"Huh?" <sniff>
"I said, 'That's what I thought too.'"
"Whaddyou mean?"
"I mean, I thought Daddy was too big to go in me too. I didn't think it could possibly fit in my hole, until Daddy showed me."
"But you're still bigger than I am."
"Not THAT much."
"Cunts stretch, Hon."
"You mean it Daddy?"
"Uhuh. Even smaller girls than you, can take even bigger cocks than mine, as I was telling your sister."
"Yeah Ginny. Wait til I tell you about Mommy and..."
"Later Susie."
"Spoilsport."
"I love you too. So, you want to try it Ginny?"
"Unh, Daddy? What if it Doesn't fit?"
"It will. No, I won't force it. I don't want to hurt you, but a woman's vagina will stretch a lot more than you might think."
"If you say so, Daddy."
"You'll see. Want to try it, and see?"
"What about the other thing?"
"Other thing?"
"You said you were trying to get Susie pregnant. What about me? It isn't fair that Susie gets to have a baby, and I don't."
<giggle>
"Susie!"
"I can't help it Daddy. Didn't I tell you?"
<chuckle> "I guess you did, at that."
"Daddy! It's not funny."
"Well, maybe not to you. I'm sorry Ginny, it's just that your sister thought you might feel this way, and we TRIED to make it easy for you."
"Huh?"
"Ginny, do you REALLY want me to try to get you pregnant, like your sister? I mean, for yourself, not just because your sister wants to."
"Yes."
"Just like that? Yes? You're sure?"
"Daddy, I already answered."
"So you did. Sorry. How do you want to do it? Your sister got on top of me. That way, she controlled how fast it went. Do you want to do it the same way. Remember, it's going to hurt a little, the first time."
"I thought you said it would fit."
10
"It will. It's just that there's a piece of skin inside your vagina, that won't allow me to go all the way inside, until it's broken. That's called your hymen, and if you want Daddy to fuck you like your big sister, you'll have to break it."
"Do I have to Daddy?"
"No. As I said, you don't HAVE to do anything."
<gulp> "Uh, Daddy?"
"Mmm?"
"Can you do it?"
"Huh?"
"Can you do it for me? I mean push it in, and break it? I'm scared I'll chicken out."
"I suppose, if you're sure."
<gulp> "I'm sure, Daddy."
"Well, if you say so. Here, lie back on the bed, like your sister was, and I'll try to do it quick."
"Daddy, wait!"
"Huh? What is it, Susie?"
"Just a minute, Daddy... Here."
"Oh gosh, you're right. Thanks Susie-Q. Here Ginny, slip this towel underneath you. We don't want to be getting stains on the bed."
"Thanks Susie."
"Don't thank me. I sleep on this bed too, you know."
"Thanks anyway."
"I know. Daddy, can we do it now?"
"I suppose. You're sure you want me to do this?"
"Daddy!"
"OK. OK. Here goes."
"Ooof. That doesn't feel so bad, Daddy."
"Just a second. Hold it. Don't move."
"Daddy, I..."
"Easy. Aaah. That's it. Whew! I almost came. Here now. I'm going to push it in a little."
"Ah. Aaah."
"Easy Honey, a little more."
"Aaah. Huh! Daddeee."
"Juuuust a little biiiit more!"
"Ow! Daddy!"
"Aaaahh! Ooooh. There it goes. Now, that didn't hurt so much, did it?"
<whimper>
"Ginny?"
"It hurts!"
"Just a little, Honey. Look, you've got Daddy's cock all the way up inside you."
"I do?"
"You sure do, jerk."
"I do!"
"Susie, that was uncalled for."
"Sorry Ginny. I just couldn't help it."
"'sOk, I think. Daddy, are we fucking now?"
"Not quite. THIS is fucking."
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"Oh! Ow. Oooh."
"Sorry Ginny."
"It's OK Daddy, just surprised me. Go ahead and do it. Fuck me, and cum in me, like you do in Susie."
"You're sure you want that. I mean, we can just fuck, and I can always pull out or something. You don't have to get pregnant, just because Susie wants to."
"Daddy!"
"OK. OK. I'm not really sure I could pull out in time, anyway. I'm probably leaking sperm in your belly right now."
"You are? Ooooh! Do it some more Daddy."
"Unh Uh. Uh. I don't think I'm going..."
"Oh Daddy!"
"AAaaaaaahhh! Oh! Oh Ginny! I love you Honey."
"Oh Daddy, You're jerking so hard."
"I can't help it, I...I...Ieeyiyi!"
"Daddy's cumming in you squirt."
"No shit, bigmouth. You think I can't feel it? Do it Daddy, Squirt the stuff that makes babies up inside my tummy, so I can feel it. I want my daddy's baby in me."
"Oooh. OOOoooohh! Oh Ginny. You make Daddy feel so good."
"Oooh. I hope so. It's starting to feel good to me too."
"Oh shit. Sorry Ginny, that's all I've got."
"It's OK Daddy. I'll probably like it better next time."
"Oh boy! I guess it's a good thing we had that towel, huh?"
"Oh Jeesh, what a mess."
"Daddy, when can we do it again? Next time, I want you to REALLY put it up in me, so your sperm goes right in my womb."
"Oh God Ginny I..."
"HEY! It's my turn next time. Daddy, Isn't it my turn?"
"Hey yourself. I've only got fucked once, pig."
"I am not a pig! I just like to get fucked too. Daddy?"
"Uh, I'm not going to take sides. Can't you two..."
"Oh go ahead! I suppose you're right, Daddy fucked me three times already. But I get him next time!"
"Maybe you can BOTH get me next time."
"Really Daddy?"
"Yeah, really?"
"Well, I can try. Here. Put this pillow underneath you, so Daddy's sperm doesn't drip out."
"Should I do that too, Daddy?"
"I suppose, though it's a bit late for you. Waitaminit. Here."
"What's that Daddy?"
"Some of Daddy's sperm, that dripped on the towel. Here, let me sliiip this right up in your tight little cunny. There! Now you BOTH can go to sleep with Daddy's sperm inside you."
"Thanks Daddy. I love you."
"Love you too, Susie."
"'love you Daddy."
"Love you sprout. Now both of you go to sleep. Little girls who want to be mommies, should get lots of rest."
"Good night Daddy."
"Good night."
"Good night. | 1 |
2,432 | My Little Sisters | "What do you think you are doing?!" My mother's voice caught me just as I was climaxing.
Luckily, it wasn't one of those times I really squirted hard. Still, I lay there on my bed naked, with white semen flowing out of my penis in satisfying surges that never seemed to stop, until my whole hand was covered with the sticky substance.
God, how embarrassing. Here, with Mother's previous calm lessons about sex, and how babies were made, and her claim that we should all feel free to express our sexuality, and not be scared to ask either her or Father about sex, I had never figured she would have any hangups about me masturbating... at least, as long as I didn't do it in front of my two little sisters that is. I mean, at four and six years old, seeing their 15-year-old brother masturbate, ejaculating all over the place might be a little too much. Well, it turns out that I had things backwards.
"Carol, Diane, get your butts in here!" Mother's voice held that command-tone that we all knew better than to ignore. I was too shocked to do anything except just lie there with my penis still oozing a last few drops of semen all over my hand. When I reached for the tissue at the side of the bed, Mother gave me such a glare that I stopped; just trying to keep the flow of semen from flowing down my hand, and getting all over the bed.
By this time, my two sisters had arrived, and I felt doubly embarrassed. (Or is that triply?) I mean, being caught masturbating by my mother was bad enough. Having my two little sisters see me with semen dribbling out of my penis, and running down the side, over my hand, was mortifying. The fact that it was close to bedtime, and both little girls were stark-naked was even more embarrassing. Mother made it even worse.
"Look at you," she said, "dribbling precious sperm all over your hands, when you have two healthy sisters. I'm ashamed of you! Didn't you even ask?"
Huh? It almost sounded like my mother wanted me to... My mind wouldn't stretch that far.
"And YOU two," here Mother rounded on my sisters; aiming most of her ire at Carol. "I'm particularly ashamed of you Carol. I would think that after all those explanations we gave you kids about sex, and how babies were made, that you would at least make some effort to see to it that your big brother didn't waste his seed in some unfeeling tissue."
My little sister looked almost in tears at this accusation. "I'm sorry, Momma," she said.
"Well, I should think you would be," she replied. Mother seemed somewhat mollified by her daughter's response. "Well, it's not really TOO late," she continued, looking at me pointedly. "See that white-stuff coming from your brother's penis?" she asked.
"Uhuh," said Diane. Carol merely nodded.
By now, my penis had wilted to where I could just barely hold it in my fist, but the white puddle at the top seemed even bigger; forming a pool of sticky in the circle of my thumb and forefinger.
"That's Danny's semen, that I told you both about before," said Mother. "In that white stuff are millions of your brother's sperm, the things that make babies in girls like you, just going to waste. Now I want you to do something about that."
"Huh?" said all three of us at once.
"Oh Jeesh! Did I raise a bunch of idiots?" said Mother, rhetorically. "Carol, reach out there, and pick up some of your brother's semen with your finger," she instructed.
As the six-year-old reached out to touch me, Mother turned to our younger sister. "You too," she said.
Damn, it tickled, when first Carol and then Diane each scooped up a glob of white from my hand. I wondered what Mother had in mind. I soon found out.
"Now take it, and push it up inside you, so it doesn't go to waste," she said.
"Huh?" Again, we all looked like idiots. Mother couldn't mean...
"In your vaginas; your cunts; your cracks," she explained, exasperatedly. "How else are you going to get pregnant, if you don't?"
"But Momma," objected Carol, "I thought we were too young to get pregnant yet." Diane didn't say a thing. Her eyes were as big as saucers though. That didn't keep either of my sisters from following Mother's instructions though; each one sticking a semen-dribbling finger between her legs, and forcing the digit up inside herself, while Mother explained.
"Of COURSE you're too young," she said. "That doesn't mean you can't practice making a baby with your brother until you ARE old enough, does it?"
"Oh." Even with a limp penis, I almost came again, at the very thought.Besides, if I had pulled out, I don't know if I could have gotten my prick all the way back up inside her or not. Still, just the feeling of the little six-year-old's tiny little cunny milking on my prick would have been enough to get me off, even if I couldn't slide in and out.
"I'm going to do it," I warned Carol, still worried about hurting her.
Suddenly my little sister wrapped her legs around mine, so I couldn't have pulled out if I had wanted to. (Which I really didn't.) "Do it," she grunted.
That was the last straw. I "Did it." I came in my own little sister.
Carol grunted in pain again when my prick suddenly grew bigger inside her, but she didn't let go with her arms and legs either. Her tight little cunny was involuntarily milking on my prick, I don't know whether it was from pain or passion, but it sure felt good. Her womb was wrapped around the head of my prick in an embrace that I could never duplicate with my own hand.
To complete things, my little sister's six-year-old cervix was actually sliding back and forth about an inch on my prick, from a tight grip just behind the glans, to about an inch lower down; milking it like an unbelievably tight interior vagina. I let go.
Suddenly, I felt a pressure build up in my prick, just behind the head. I was trying to cum, but the sperm just couldn't make it through the tight ring my little sister's cervix had clamped around the head. The pressure built and built, causing my little sister to clamp down even harder.
Suddenly I involuntarily hunched forward, and my sister's cervix slipped back over that last half inch or so buried inside her. When it did, a ripple of cum got through, and spat into my little sister's womb.
That was it. Once the first squirt got through, the rest went after. I buried my prick in my little sister, and just let it flow. Surge after thick sticky surge of warm greasy cum spat out of my prick, and into the warm welcoming recess of my own sister's young womb. Spurt after satisfying spurt. Jet after thick white jet of cum jerked out of me. Only this time, instead of being wasted by getting it all over my hands, or in some unfeeling tissue-paper, it went right where it belonged: into my own sexy little sister's womb.
It seems Mother was aware of this too. "See," she said to Diane, "Your brother's squirting his sperm inside your sister, so she'll know what it's like to make a baby. Right now, that white stuff I showed you is going into her womb. That's how babies are made; by men like your brother squirting their sperm in women."
Mother turned to me. "Now that you know how," she said, "I want you to practice making a baby in your sister, at least once a day. until you get it right."
She turned back to Carol. "From now on," she informed my sister, "you're going to be sleeping with Danny here, so he can sleep with his prick inside you, so he won't waste his sperm if he has a wet-dream."
"Yes, Momma," said Carol, obediently.
I was too involved with leaving one last thick squirt of cum inside my little sister's sucking young womb, to more than grunt in response. If my mother had wanted me to "practice" making a baby in my little sister FIVE times a day, I would have been agreeable.
Mother stopped me from pulling out, when I finally finished. "Just lie there a while," she said. "That way your prick will keep your sperm trapped inside your little sister, so she'll have a better chance of getting pregnant."
"Ooooh!" I said. Still, I didn't argue. On the other hand, this was probably a good time to clear something up. . . "Mother?" I asked, snuggling a little closer to Carol, so my wilting prick didn't "pop" out of her womb.
"Uh?"
"About Carol getting pregnant. . ." I didn't know quite how to express my confusion. Mother understood anyway.
"No," she said, "your little sister isn't pregnant. Yes, she's too young to have a baby yet. Most girls don't have periods until they're at least 11 years old, and usually they don't get pregnant even then, until they're a year or two older. That means you'll be able to 'practice' making a baby in your little sister for at least 5 years, before you have to worry about 'doing it right' and getting her pregnant. OK?"
"OK," I sighed with relief. At fifteen, I felt a little young to take on the responsibility of raising children of my own. And as for Carol... If I was too young, what about her? I settled down to enjoy the pleasure of being mated to my little sister, while her tight little cunny squeezed my prick; keeping it semi-erect inside her.
Carol's arms were still wrapped around me; stroking my back; while she nuzzled her face into my shoulder. Such a comforting way to spend the afterglow of sex; feeling your sister's skin next to you, her arms around you, her smooth little belly rubbing against yours, while her hair smelled so good in your nostrils.
"So you see," finished up Mother, "there's no reason you can't fuck your sisters as often as you want. From now on, I don't EVER want to find you wasting your sperm in some Kleenex, when you have two healthy sisters to squirt it into. OK?"
"OK, Momma," I heard Diane answer, while Carol's response in my ear sounded like an echo of my own words. I wondered just what Mother meant by that remark about TWO healthy sisters. Surely she didn't expect me to...
Oh well, one sexy little sister was enough for tight now. I was almost dozing, with my prick still buried in Carol's tight little snatch, when Mother leaned back into the room and commented, "Oh. By the way, just because your little sister isn't having periods yet, doesn't mean she's completely safe. Some girls never DO have periods, before they get pregnant. And while she may be young, there HAVE been girls even younger than Carol, who got pregnant. It's very rare, but it DOES happen. It's true, that most girls don't get pregnant until they're 12 years old or older, but SOME do. Not very many, but some. So, your little sister MIGHT be carrying your baby inside her right now. I just thought you might like to know."
Oh shit! I should have been worried, but my body betrayed me. My prick exploded into an erection at the very thought, and suddenly I was cumming again in my little sister, without even fucking her first to get excited.
Carol felt it, as I jammed my suddenly swollen prick up inside her, and gave her womb a fresh shot of baby-making cum.
"Oooh, that excites you," she said, "squirming back at me, so my prick was seated properly in her womb again, "doesn't it? I bet you like the idea of making a baby in your little sister. Go on: Do it. I don't mind. You can make a baby in me, if you want to. I bet THAT would make Momma happy."
When I finished spasming my little sister's womb full of cum this time, I was too exhausted to remain inside her, like before. I rolled off her, and we lay panting side-by-side. We had almost forgotten about Diane.
"Hey! What about me?" prompted our little sister. The little four-year-old was looking pointedly at my shrunken prick, and her big sister's cum-oozing slit.
I looked down at my wilted prick. No way, was that marshmallow going into anything; let alone as tight a hole as our little sister had. Besides, even shrunk, it was obviously way too big for the child, even if it HAD been stiff.
I pointed this out to Diane.
My little sister started to cloud up. Diane never DID like to get left out of things. "But Momma said. . .," she pouted.
Thankfully, Carol came to my rescue. She may be only a little girl herself, but she's smart. Besides, she had been dealing with her little sister's moods more than I had; living in the same room with her, for most of the little girl's life. "Come here," she said.
Diane knew enough to trust her big sister. Obediently, she climbed on the bed with both of us, and spread her legs at the older girl's suggestion.
"Now here," said Carol firmly, reaching between her own legs, and extracting a big white gob of cum, "with THIS, you can have Danny's sperm inside you just like I do; just like Momma said."
I watched with amazement, (and some little amusement too,) as my sister took her cum-dribbling finger, and pushed it right up inside the little 4-year-old's tiny slit.
Diane let out a slight, "Ow!" as her sister took her virginity, but didn't object. We all knew that girls had to have their "cherry" popped, before they could get properly fucked or have babies, so none of us were worried. I wondered for a bit, why Carol hadn't hurt, when I went through hers. Oh well, she hadn't, so why worry about it?
Carol withdrew her red-streaked finger from inside our little sister; wiped it off on a tissue; then grabbed a second gob of cum that was drooling out from between her legs, and stuck it up in Diane, for good measure.
"There!" she said with satisfaction, wiping her finger again on my proffered Kleenex, "Now you've got a chance to get pregnant, just like I do." This time, there wasn't near so much red on her finger, but a fair amount of white. Our little sister's vagina was too small to hold much of my sperm inside her. If Carol wasn't too young to get pregnant (Well, actually she was.) then I wondered about Diane. Surely SHE was too young. Still, I wondered. I found out, a few days later.
That night, Mother did just what she said she was going to do, and moved Carol into my room with me. She didn't say anything about Diane.Once Mother had put the two of us in bed together, she had me snuggle up behind my little sister and fuck her that way until I squirted my little sister's tight little hole full of baby-making cum like I had earlier. God, did that feel good! When I finished squirting cum inside my sister, Mother told us to stay that way, with my prick buried in Carol's womb, so my sperm wouldn't leak out in the night. And if I had a wet dream (like I usually did - Mother knew this from having to wash my sheets almost every day), then my sperm would go into my little sister's womb, where it belonged, instead of making a mess of the bed and being "wasted."
I didn't mind. The feeling of my little sister's vagina quietly squeezing on my prick, while it dripped cum into her tight little slit, was quite a comfort for an oversexed teenager. Even though I didn't really cum more than once, every once in a while I would feel another surge in my prick as yet another thick, sticky drop of seed forced its way through the tight clamp of my little sister's cervix and oozed out the tip into her quietly accepting young womb. The thought that I might be getting the little girl pregnant was more thrill than scare, as Carol didn't seem to mind, and our mother seemed to actually WANT me to knock the little kid up. Well, if Mother wanted me to impregnate my own little sister, and the little girl didn't mind, then I was going to do my best, even if she WAS only six years old. Heck, her being so young was a plus - that gave me that much longer to "practice getting it right," as Mother said. Probably 6 or 7 years of squirting my little sister's cute little tummy full of baby-making cum every night, before she started having periods, and we did it "for real." Just the thought made me squirt an extra dollop of seed in my little sister's sucking young womb.
I was a little surprised at Carol's quiet acceptance, though not enough to question it. If my little sister didn't mind Mother's attempts to have me get her pregnant, then for sure I didn't. Besides, as Mother assured us when asked, there really wasn't much chance that my little sister would "catch" anyway. "Less than one in a million, even if you fuck every day," Mother assured us.
That made the idea that I MIGHT be planting a baby in my little sister's cute little belly more fun than scary. Especially when Mother made it clear that neither she nor our father would be all that upset if one day my little sister woke up and her pants were too tight.
No, Mother says she isn't TRYING to have me get my little sister pregnant; when she gets old enough, Mother says she is going to put Carol on birth control. Still, she wouldn't mind if we did... make a baby, that is. I wondered how we would feel about this when my little sister DID get old enough to get pregnant. Then I remembered: By that time, I would probably be in college, and so it wouldn't be a problem.
Oh well. In the meantime, Carol (and possibly later Diane) and I could "practice making a baby," like Mother called it, as often as we wanted to. From the way things went in the next few days, that was going to be quite a lot.
I DID have a wet dream in the night, but even though I did squirt it inside my little sister, that didn't keep us from making a mess of the bed, as we pulled apart in our sleep afterwards, getting gobs of sticky goo all over the sheets, as well as inside my little sister.
Surprisingly, Mother didn't mind cleaning up, saying she expected to clean up a LOT of "wet spots" from our bed, from now on. She was right.
Besides fucking Carol, Diane came around for a couple of days, so she could get her "share." Once, Carol had me jack off in the little kid, pointing out that I wouldn't be "wasting" it if I squirted it inside our little sister.
Well, that was fun. But not nearly as much fun as sliding my prick up inside Carol, until the head of it was squirting thick, sticky gobs of baby-making cum right in the center of my little sister's womb, where it belonged. It always felt so GOOD to feel my seed flow into my little sister's belly where it belonged. After about the third time, it no longer bothered Carol when my prick snapped through her cervix and on into her uterus.
It was about the fourth day, when I was just starting to piss my sperm in the little girl's womb, that she suddenly started wailing and screaming as if in pain, and her womb going into spasms around my squirting prick, almost felt like it was going to cut it off. I would have pulled out, fearing that I was hurting her, but Carol had her arms and legs wrapped around me in a death grip and wouldn't let me go. It was only afterwards that we figured out what had happened. My little sister had her first orgasm.
It seems that being fucked three or four times a day had stimulated her body until it finally allowed her to enjoy what was going on, just as much as I did.
From that day on, my little sister was as eager to fuck as I was, following me around like a puppy dog, with her big blue eyes pleading for me to take her into the bedroom and give her still another squirt of her big brother's sperm.
The little girl was wearing me out. As much as I liked feeling my cum flow into my little sister's sucking young womb, 5 or 6 times a day was getting to be too much. Thank goodness, her little sister had seemed to lose interest, as long as she got her "share" once in a while from her big sister.
Even that was more to keep from feeling "left out" than from any horniness on the little girl's part. Of course, Carol wasn't helping. Now that she had found out how good it felt to cum, she was trying to get Diane to do the same thing, working her fingers in and out whenever she pushed my sperm up inside her little sister, trying to make it feel as good for Diane as it did for her.
Well, after a while, our little sister did begin to enjoy it, but nowhere nearly as much as Carol and I did. Thank goodness! If she had, Diane would have probably wanted me to fuck HER, just like I was doing to her big sister.
Mother took care of things, before they got that far anyway.
It was several days later, when Mother did it.
We were all sitting around the kitchen table, eating. Carol and I were still naked from a last-minute fuck after getting home from school, and so was Diane. Both girls were dribbling white, sticky cum on the chairs, as our little sister had insisted on her "share" this time.
Daddy seemed to always ignore the sexual goings-on, but it couldn't have escaped his notice that my little sister and I quite often fucked like bunnies, and were sleeping together in the same bed. We certainly never hid it, and would quite often be fucking away for quite some time with the door wide open, before I filled my sexy little sister's tight little slit full of incestuous cum. So, we knew Father knew what was going on. He just didn't seem to be affected by it, one way or the other, unlike Mother who seemed to get a lot of fun out of the idea of her fifteen-year-old son trying to make a baby in his six-year-old little sister. Father didn't seem to mind if I did, or if I didn't, just as long as neither one of us got hurt.
Father was always like that, always looking out for us. As long as we both enjoyed having sex together, Father didn't care how, when or what we did, even if it meant that my little sister got pregnant. As long as she knew she was taking the chance, and didn't mind, then neither did our father.
So it was a little unfair of Mother to accuse Father like that. On the other hand, it was just like Mother to make some outrageous accusation that even SHE didn't believe, just to set the accusee up for what she intended him or her to do, or admit to doing.
At the time, things seemed pretty normal. (If you can call "normal" having both your little sisters drooling your cum out of their tight little slits, one of whom hasn't even been fucked yet. Well, Mother was about to take care of that too.) Our father was drinking coffee, reading the newspaper after eating supper, and Mother was reading a paper too. Only it wasn't the regular newspaper. It was one of those things Mother calls "scandal sheets."
You know the kind: "Two-headed alien captured by Air Force" "Elvis Seen in Local Grocery-Store" "Madonna has kid by lover; doesn't plan on marriage" "OJ's grandparents fight for custody of his children" Yeah, THAT kind of paper. Half the paper is sales-pitch for psychics and diet scams. One third of the rest is Hollywood scandals, another third is pure garbage, like the two-headed aliens or Elvis sightings, and the rest might be anything. Some of the stories in there, like the man who weighed over 1500 pounds, were real, not only documented by real photographs, but by being confirmed by the Book of Records, or a line or two in the REAL newspaper.
Only they covered them in great detail. The great and the miserable thing about those papers was that they had NO editorial policy, except, "Will it sell papers?" If I sent them a story about my little sister living on nothing but crayons for over a year, they would probably send around a picture-crew to take pictures of Diane chewing on Crayola's.
Still, you learned some real things about people in those papers, because as mother pointed out, they didn't NOT post things if they figured somebody might be offended. They didn't care.
This particular issue looked a little funny though. As if it was an OLD issue that Mother had found in the attic or something.Other than that, it looked the same as the rest.
"Huh?" said Father, bringing the rest of the family's attention to what Mother was asking him.
"I SAID," Mother emphasized, "'Have you been fucking Diane?'"
Father looked insulted at the very idea. As well he should have. At a little over six-inches long, I've got a pretty big prick for a fifteen-year-old. Daddy's isn't quite that big, but it's big enough. If he stuck his penis up in our little sister's vagina, it would probably hurt her almost as much as if I did it. No way could I imagine Father hurting Diane like that, even by accident.
"No," he said, quietly but with some force, "I have NOT been fucking our daughter." That should have been it. Only Mother had just started.
"Well, why NOT?" she asked, sounding mad at the idea that Father was NOT fucking Diane. "Don't you like her?"
Mother was obviously trying to put our father on the defensive, so he would be defending himself for NOT fucking our little sister. Having just been through something similar a week or so ago, I figured we would soon be seeing our father sticking his big penis up in our little sister's belly, before the day was over. Not only that, but Mother would make it seem like it was both our father and Diane's idea to do it, and then only when mother had given her reluctant approval to the idea.
Mother is like that. It's never HER idea; always ours... Uhuh. But SHE is always the one who gets the kick out of watching.
Well, I was right; and I was wrong. Father had been married to our mother for over fifteen years, and he knew how her devious little mind worked, far better than any one of us kids. Instead of arguing and working into Mother's hands, he simply asked calmly, "OK, now what brought this about?" and looked pointedly at the paper that Mother was so ostentatiously holding. It was obvious that whatever Mother had planned, it involved some story in the scandal-sheet.
"It says right here," she said, shaking the paper angrily, "that this little girl down in Peru, has been fucking her father since she was four years old, and had a baby by her father when she was five."
"And you think that's reason enough to accuse me of raping our daughter?" Father's voice sounded ominous.
"Of course not!" snapped Mother. "I never accused you of raping anybody! I never would. I know you love all of our kids too much to hurt any of them."
"Then what WERE you accusing me of?" asked Father.
"I wasn't ACCUSING you of ANYTHING," said Mother. "I just asked if you had been fucking Diane yet, and if not, why not?"
At our father's objection, she continued, "I mean, if a little girl in Peru is lucky enough to get her father to knock her up at five, I think it would be a shame if Diane had to miss out on the chance."
"You really mean this?" My father's voice was serious. "I mean, it's one thing to have a son fucking his six-year-old little sister. That's bad enough. But if they want it, and nobody gets hurt, I guess I can keep my mouth shut. But trying to get ME to stick my penis up in our own daughter, who's only a little over four years old, is something else. Now don't you think that's going a little too far?"
Well. THAT sure made it clear enough that Father knew what was going on between me and Carol. It wasn't too clear if he knew how much Diane was involved though.
Mother had the grace to blush. "I suppose," she admitted.
"Though you'll have to admit it WAS kind of a sexy idea. The kid in the story here, didn't seem to mind either; being proud of the fact that she was allowed to carry her own father's baby. She says she wants to have three or four more kids by him, and the authorities don't know what to do.
If they put the man in jail, for fucking his own kid and knocking her up, then the whole family will starve; including the little girl's daughter. On the other hand, if they DON'T, then he'll probably keep right on doing it, as he has been doing to the little girl and her two older sisters, for the past several years. Not only that, but they suspect that the little girl is not only his daughter, but his granddaughter and great-granddaughter as well.
They suspect that his present 'wife' is his daughter by a previous daughter. The whole family is like that. It seems that girls in that town are EXPECTED to have their first child by their father, before they move out and get married. It's also not unusual for a younger daughter to marry her father, when the mother dies. It's only the extreme age of the children involved in THIS case, that attracted the attention of the authorities.
Now, they don't know what to do. They're tempted to just leave things alone, except they're scared that the kid's baby might be coming in with her OWN baby by her father in four or five more years.
Anyway, I thought that if girls down THERE are lucky enough to have fathers like that, why should WE deny our little girl the same chance that they had?"
"Let me see that paper," demanded Father.
Gingerly, Mother handed him the paper; as if she was afraid he would destroy it just by handling it. The way it looked, that might just be possible.
Father read the article in question, then looked more closely at the rest of the paper.
"I thought so," he finally crowed with satisfaction. "Just how long have you HAD this paper?" he asked, pointing at the date on the cover.
Mother blushed again. "Since just after we got married," she said in a low voice. "I've been saving it for years; never daring to bring things up, until I saw you weren't objecting to Danny here, fucking his little sister. I thought there might just be a chance to realize a life-long dream.
My father never fucked ME, but I always dreamed about having him do it, and get me pregnant, ever since I was six years old. Of course, I never told him that; Mother would have KILLED me, if I even suggested having sex at all; let alone with my own father... You know what she was like."
Father nodded thoughtfully at this.
"And then," Mother continued, "I saw this paper when I was in the hospital with Danny. He wasn't a girl, and besides he was just a baby, so I put the paper away and forgot about it; except for an occasional dream.
Then, when Danny got old enough to need sex, and his little sister Carol seemed willing, when I explained things to her; I began to hope.
When you didn't raise the roof, like my parents would have, I finally dug up this old paper, in hopes you might be talked into fucking Diane, like I wish I had been, when I was your age. I'm sorry, Mike."
"I'm sorry too, Marie, but I just can't," said Father. And that was that.
Only it wasn't. "Why can't you Daddy," asked Diane.
We had all forgotten just how stubborn my little sister can be, when she makes up her mind to something... Like getting her "share" of my sperm, from Carol. Only this time, she wanted more than just a "share."
"I said, 'Why can't you Daddy?'," repeated Diane. "How come that kid in Peru gets to fuck HER daddy, and have his babies, and I don't?" It SOUNDED like a reasonable question, even though it wasn't. Diane continued; pressing her point. "And Momma says she wanted HER daddy to fuck HER. Why can't I? I mean, if Momma thinks it's OK to fuck her daddy, then why can't I do it too? Don't you love me too, Daddy?"
By now, Diane was pulling out all the stops. If anyone (other than Mother, of course,) knew how to manipulate Father, then it was my little sister Diane.
"Why not, Daddy?" she said again; tears streaming down her face. "I love you too, just like Momma does. Why can't I have a baby, if other people are, like Carol, and those people in Bolivia?"
"Peru," I whispered to myself; correcting her privately. I didn't want to upset my little sister's plan.
"You tell her, Maria," said Father in exasperation; forgetting who had started the whole thing.
"How can I?" asked Mother, reasonably. "I wanted to do it with MY father, when I wasn't much older than she is. Do you really expect me to lie to her and tell her I believe she shouldn't?"
If there was one way to get to my father, then Mother just had. Father never lied. He seemed to expect other people to, on occasion; but he never did. He might say he was going to do something, and not be able to, but he never deliberately lied. I've seen him tell some funny stories, trying to keep someone from finding out something; and quite often he succeeded, but he never lied while doing so. He said lying always caused more problems than telling the truth... No matter HOW painful the truth was; lying always made things worse.
I haven't been able to keep to my father's strict standards, but I try. At least, I've never lied to him, and I know he hasn't ever lied to me.
"Please Daddy?" said Diane. She didn't bawl or scream, or throw a tantrum, which wouldn't have worked anyway. She just stood there; tears running down her cheeks, looking like the day she had when our cat got run over, about 3 months earlier. As I said, Diane really knew how to manipulate her Daddy.
(I know, it's cynical of me to say this, but it's the truth. Diane figured the only way she wasn't going to be "left out" because she was too young, was for her to make Father feel like he would be hurting her MORE, by not fucking her, than he would be by being a "good father" and not "molesting" his own kid. "Molesting," Ha! If anything, it was little 4-year-old Diane, who was "molesting" our father. For sure, she was fucking up his mind.As you've guessed by now, Father finally gave in. I don't know what the deciding factor was. Whether it was Mother's dream, Diane's tears, or possibly even Carol and me just staring at him expectantly, but he did. I guess he finally thought that if all four of us didn't seem to see anything wrong with the idea, then maybe it was HIM who was off-base.
Anyway, once he decided to do it, he never backed down, and never seemed to regret it; even when Diane got pregnant about four years later. (But that's another story.)
I was surprised when he did it right then, too. I guess once our father decided he was going to have sex with his own daughter, he also figured it wouldn't be fair to her to keep her waiting. So, not fifteen minutes later, the whole family watched as my father climbed on the bed between my little sister's legs and pushed his penis right up inside her.
As I mentioned before, Daddy's penis isn't quite as big as mine, but Diane was quite a bit smaller than Carol. So I really expected it to hurt her. Only it didn't. Mother had Father put some stuff called KY-jelly on his penis, and it just slid right up inside her, to the amazement of everybody EXCEPT Diane and Mother. My little sister was already lubricated from the semen Carol had put inside her earlier, and Mother says semen is the slickest thing there is; but that still didn't really explain things.
(I later learned that just like Carol, Mother had been having the little girl practice with a whole group of different-sized fake-penises for a whole week, before she sprung this on the girl's father. Momma didn't want her little girl's first sexual experience to be painful, and since Diane had already lost her "virginity" to her big sister, she wouldn't be "cheating" Father out of taking his little girl's virginity. So she had Diane practice.
She had also had Diane practice the whole tears-bit and everything. Mother is devious. Did I mention that before?)
Mother didn't insist that Father slide his penis all the way up in our little sister's womb, like I did with her big sister, but that was just for now.
Seeing (and feeling) his little 4-year-old daughter's tight little vagina strangling the heck out of his penis, made Father climax before he barely got started. We all watched our father make about three strokes into our little sister, before we saw him go rigid and force his thick penis up inside the little girl, until she winced.
"Oh shit!" Said Father, then gave one last thrust. From the frantic way he was jerking, we all knew our father was ejaculating his semen in our little sister's womb, just like I did every night with Carol.
Afterwards, Carol and I did the same thing; while our father, mother and little sister watched. Seeing Father breeding our little sister had gotten us so excited we couldn't wait 'til later.
I made a great show of sliding my penis all the way up in my little sister's womb, where I left great amounts of incestuous baby-making semen. We both kept making obscene references to the fact that "I was getting my little sister pregnant, by squirting her tiny little womb full of the white sticky-stuff that makes babies."
By the time we were finished, our obscene comments had gotten Father so excited, he was doing it again; breeding our little 4-year-old sister, like a Great-Dane humping a little pup that was in heat. You could almost see the little girl's flat little tummy bulge, each time her father's penis slid home in her belly.
When Father finally climaxed for the second time in her, his jerks and spasms almost made it look like you could see each thick sticky squirt making my little sister's belly bulge. Such a sexy thought. Her tiny little slit couldn't hold all of Father's semen, so it dribbled in obscene drools down her leg.
Diane was so proud, she didn't clean up for hours afterward; wanting everyone to know just how well she had had sex with her own father, and that she was carrying his semen in her womb.
Well, after that, there was no more heading for the bedroom, when somebody wanted to have sex. I would quite often come home from school, and find Father and Diane already having sex on the couch or the chair in the living-room. Sometimes they would just have sex; with Diane underneath. Other times, Diane would climb on top of our father, and slide down his penis like a monkey on a pole, and sit there with her father's penis leaking semen into her belly, while they watched television for hours.
Quite often, Carol and I would be doing something, when the urge would come upon us to have sex; and so we just would. If we were playing cards, or watching TV, or just horsing around, we would stop; pull our pants down; and then have sex until I ejaculated my little sister's womb full of what she needed. A bellyful of her own brother's semen. Then we would go back to whatever it was that we had been doing as if nothing had happened. The only difference being that Carol would no longer be wearing panties, as her bare little vagina dribbled semen down her leg.
The only time we kept to the bedroom to have sex anymore, was when guests were over; and then I swear my little sister deliberately walked through the room with her freshly-had sex little vagina dribbling semen, so that everybody could smell it, and see it running down her leg, if they looked closely enough. Carol is almost as kinky as Mother.
Oh yes, Father still has sex with Mother sometimes. They still seem to enjoy it; though Mother gets most of her jollies just watching her two daughters get sexually used. And yes, we have all had sex with each other on occasion. I've had sex with both my mother and Diane a few times, while Father has taken Carol to bed several times; leaving me to "satisfy my lust" on Diane and Mother.
Feeling the little 4-year-old's tight little slit squeezing the hell out of my penis, while I do my best to get the kid pregnant by filling her womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt of incestuous baby-making semen, is quite something. You wouldn't believe a little 4-year-old would even be interested in sex, but Diane sure is; insisting that I not hold back, and push my penis as far up inside her cute little tummy as it will go, so she has a better chance of getting pregnant.
Not that that's very far. Even after having father open her up, and ejaculating his semen inside her womb for over two months, Diane was STILL so tight I could barely fit about 2/3 of my penis inside her. Of course, that 2/3 felt REALLY good. Diane's even tighter inside than Carol, and although I can barely get the head of my penis in her womb, the part that IS inside her feels incredibly good! I usually climax pretty quickly, once I manage to get my penis inside her; but when I do, it's usually a gusher. Sometimes I think I climax harder inside her even though she's only able to take part of my penis inside her; unlike her big sister. Ejaculating my semen in the little girl's womb is always such a thrill, even if the kid IS only 4 years old.
We don't swap off all that often though. Not that we don't LIKE to have sex with the others. It's just that Carol seems to prefer me, most of the time; and Diane seems to prefer Father... most of the time.
Diane says I'm a little too big for her to have sex with comfortably, while Carol seems to like the fact that my penis goes all the way up into her womb, while Father barely can get the tip inside.
Yes, Mother managed that too. Before a week was out, she had our father pushing his penis all the way up in Diane's tight little hole, until he popped the head of his penis in the little girl's womb, just like I do all the time with her big sister.
Once he started, Diane always insisted that he "Ejaculate his semen in her womb, so she could get pregnant," just like her big sister was doing. I guess that was as big a turn-on to Father, as it is to me, because I never saw him refuse.
Mother says it's not so important whether my father or I get either of the two little girls pregnant or not. What matters is: That we both give each of the girls the chance. Oh, it would be NICE to see Diane's or Carol's cute little tummy all swollen with her father's or big brother's baby kicking and squirming inside her; but it wouldn't be a tragedy if we didn't. What WOULD be tragic, would be for the little girls to never even have the chance to carry our babies; like Mother had been denied the chance to have HER father's baby when she was a child herself.
Mother doesn't really THINK she would have gotten pregnant, if she had had sex with her father when she was only six; but she's always regretted the fact that she never had the chance to find out.
At least HER daughters wouldn't be sexually abused like she was. If there was even a SLIGHT chance that either Carol or Diane could get pregnant by having her father or big brother ejaculating incestuous semen in the child's tight little belly, then Mother would see to it that her little girl did...
From the time they were 4 years old, until they entered high-school, Mother saw to it that each of her daughters didn't spend a night without her father's or brother's semen soaking in the child's belly. Mother always insisted that either Father or I have sex with our sister or daughter at least once a day; and ejaculate our semen as far up inside the little girl's vagina as we could.
I didn't mind; and after a while I could tell that Father didn't either. There is something about feeling your semen flow into the warm welcoming belly of a little girl who not only WANTS to have sex with her father or brother, but who doesn't mind if she gets pregnant as a result. Mind? Not at all.Heck, my little sisters always did everything a little girl could do to have me or my father get them pregnant. I think they were as turned on by the idea of getting pregnant as Mother was.
So, as you might imagine, and as I told you before, Father finally got Diane pregnant about 4 years later. And as for me, Carol, and Mother? Well, that's another story too. Maybe I'll tell it some time. Right now, my wife wants me to feed our son while she nurses Cathy. I can't wait until both kids get older.
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2,441 | Bound for Fun I | "For the next 6 hours, she's yours. You can do anything to her you want and make her do anything you want. The only restriction is NOTHING permanent."
She looked at me sternly.
I couldn't believe it. This woman was giving me free rein to do just about anything I pleased with her little girl. My cock strained at my trousers at the thought. June looked down and saw the lump in my pants and actually smiled. "I can see that you know what I mean," she said.
It was all I could do to keep from losing it and wasting a gallon of sperm down my trouser legs. Still, thinking of the girl waiting in the other room for my "services" was restraint enough. I managed to force myself to breathe easier.
"What do you mean by 'permanent'?" I asked, to be sure. I wasn't going to blow getting a second chance by going outside her rules.
"For now," she said, "I mean nothing that would last beyond tomorrow morning. She's got to go to school tomorrow, and she's in swimming class, and she wears a bikini. No bruises, no broken bones, no piercing of any kind, not even earrings. No skin-breaking of any kind, such as scrapes, cuts, abrasions or most especially tattoos. And NO blood. If Lynn wants to do any of these things, and I decide she can, I want to be here to make sure you don't go too far. Understand?"
I nodded. I did.
"I'm not quite sure you do," she said. June looked at me with steel in her eyes. "I'm giving you permission to do just about anything you want to my little girl. But let me tell you something. If I come back, and Lynn's been 'damaged' in any way, you'll be peeing out of a hole where your prick used to be. Do I make myself clear?"
She had. "Uh. You said 'No blood.' What about her virginity?"
"She's been using tampons for over a year now. That's no problem."
Maybe not, but it brought up another one. "Uh? Does your idea of 'permanent' damage include pregnancy?" I wanted to be sure. We both knew I'd be screwing this delectable piece, probably before she got to the mall.
"Normally, that would be up to her," she said, giving me that steely look again. My hopes rose. Did she mean that she WANTED me to knock the kid up? I was brought down to earth when she continued. "But I don't think she deserves that privilege YET. I slipped some condoms in your top-right-hand dresser drawer while I was in there. Oh, one final thing:"
"What?" I asked, somewhat disappointed that I wouldn't be allowed to plant a baby in the kid's cute little belly. Still, she hadn't said I wasn't EVER going to be allowed to do it. Just not this time.
"Give her a 'safeword.'"Her mother's threat did have an effect on Lynn. She immediately stopped struggling and fighting to get words out around the gag. I guess she didn't really trust me enough yet to go past the originally scheduled 6 hours.
"Now, you'll see that she gets plenty to eat and drink," said June, looking pointedly at my swelling penis.
It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing. The three of us were playing games like I was really going to do something horrible to her little girl. Well, who knows, maybe I was. Still, she seemed to want it. I assured June that I would "feed" her little girl properly and yes, I would see that she got enough to "drink" too. I almost wet my pants at the lewd suggestion of what I was going to give the little girl to drink. Almost, but I decided to save it for Lynn, in case she got thirsty.
Oh God! My cock was aching, and my gut too, with suppressed laughter. I could tell that both June and her mother got the 'point' as well, as June shook with suppressed giggles, and Lynn shook with fear... Or was that laughter too?
"You'll see that she gets some sleep, while I'm gone, won't you?" She almost, but not quite, giggled.
I assured her that I would not only put the little girl to "bed," but if necessary, I'd sleep with the little girl to "make sure she gets her rest." Lynn's eyes got real big at this, and she started making "mmmph," "MMmmmph!" noises through her gag. She looked frightened half to death.
June bent down, kissed the little girl on the cheek, ignoring the frantic grunts of the little girl as she fought the gag, and said, "Now you be sure and do whatever Mr. Jones tells you to, dear. I'll be back tonight."
With this, we both left the little girl, still bound hand, foot, and body, and went back into the living room, where she got ready to leave.
As she prepared to go, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure about this? Lynn looked REALLY scared there, at the end."
June's face lit up in a smile. "I knew you were the right one," she said. "I almost wasn't sure. Now I can quit worrying that you might really hurt her. Thanks. No, she could have stopped us anytime, right up until we left the room. Lynn WANTS to do this, and I'm not going to cheat her."
"Unh. She couldn't say anything, once you put the gag back in her mouth," I pointed out. "She looked pretty scared there, when we left."
June smiled again. "I guess I'll have to demonstrate," she said, then yelled, "LYNN. USE YOUR SAFEWORD. ONCE IF YOU'RE OK. TWICE, IF YOU WANT OUT!"
There was silence from the other room, then faintly: "Bang bang bang," as the headboard of the bed hit the wall. Definitely an odd-number. Still, it MIGHT be a mistake, and she wanted to do it only twice. Silence afterward.
"See," said June, then seeing my worry, "DO IT AGAIN, ONE TIME, IF YOU'RE OK!"
Faintly: "Bang BANG bang." There was no doubt.
"See," said June, "any strike, any three grunts, wheezes, bangs, etc., with about that same timing, and I know she's had enough."
I was impressed. Here I thought I was the bondage expert.
"Do you mind, if I use the same system?" I asked her. This had definite advantages.
"If you wish. Or, you can use anything else you want. In the meantime, here's a number I'll be at, most of the time, just in case. Second, If you goof, or get carried away, Here's the number of the clinic we go to, and her doctor's name. If you hurt her, even by accident, the speed you get her to the doctor, determines whether you get to keep your balls or not. Do I make myself clear?"
She did. "Perfectly," I said.
"Also," she continued, "in case of a REAL emergency, there's always 911. If you have to use that number, the speed you use determines whether you get to keep your life, or not. Do I make myself COMPLETELY clear on that one?"
She had. I gulped and nodded, suddenly unsure of whether I should go through with this myself. June decided for me.
"See you tonight," she said, slipping out the door. "Don't go TOO easy on her either. Remember, she wants it, and if you do it right, this is just the beginning!"
There was a click as the door shut.
For a second, I stood there, looking at the door. Then I shook myself and headed for the bedroom, where a beautiful 16-year-old girl lay bound and gagged, waiting for me to return, knowing I had her mother's permission to do "anything I want" with her. Only six hours to work with. Hopefully, the little girl would be waiting on me naked, my sperm in all three holes, begging to be used, when her mother returned. Well, OK, sperm in two holes, but the third one well-used. I remembered her mother's instructions. I hoped that I would need to use a LOT of those foil packets that her mother assured me were in the top right-hand dresser drawer. There were enough. I'd have to be Superman to run out. There was a whole gross of them. I like people who plan ahead.
Lynn had rolled over and was looking at me with frightened eyes as she saw me open the drawer. When she saw me examining the condoms, her eyes got big and frightened.
I decided I'd better start. 5 hours and 50 minutes remained.
"Lynn," I said.
Her big blue eyes looked at me.
"One time!" She looked frightened now. What rule had she broken, or was I going to give her to obey?
"Your safeword remains the same. If you understand this and accept it, give me your safeword now. If not, just lie still and don't say anything."
Lynn's foot managed to unbend enough to reach the footboard of the bed. With me there in the room, she didn't have to go through the gyrations necessary to bang the headboard against the wall. "Tap tap tap," went her foot, then she relaxed.
"Fine," I said. "Now, do you REALLY want to go through with this? If not, use that safeword right now, and I'll untie you, and we'll just have a quiet afternoon together, reading or watching television. You'll go back with your mother this afternoon, and I'll never see you again."
I waited. Then I waited a little more to be sure. Lynn didn't move. "OK," I said, suddenly the stern taskmaster. "Lynn, you raised quite a ruckus when your mother left. You almost sounded like you were scared of me. Are you scared of me Lynn?"
Lynn's eyes were wide, but she started to shake her head.
I grinned. I had thought I would have to ask her a couple of questions before I got lucky.
"Oh Lynn," I said sadly, "now you did it. You lied to me. This is your first lesson, and the most important: Don't EVER lie to me. Understand?"
Lynn nodded, as much as she could, being bound and gagged.
"Now Lynn, I WAS going to untie you and let you stretch out for a while before we got started, but since you lied to me, I've got to punish you instead. You realize that, don't you?"
The little girl nodded, a tear starting down her cheek. Obviously being bound for so long was REALLY beginning to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to give her a chance to please me relatively sooner than I had originally planned, so that she could unwind, before we got into the planned training schedule. Besides, I wanted to see the little girl naked, and trussed up like that, it would be impossible to get her clothes off.
I picked her up bodily and put her across my knee.
Lynn was shocked with the ease of which I handled her small body.
"THIS!" I said, laying three healthy swats across her smooth little panty-covered ass, "is for lying to me! Next time, It'll be much worse!"
"Unph Unnnph unh!" Lynn grunted in time with the swats. For a second, I was struck by the resemblance to her 'safeword' then remembered that she only did them in time to the swats, not out-of-sync. I resolved to stagger future punishment, so there would be no such confusions.
After letting her rest for a second and get her breath after her first punishment, I continued. "And THIS!" I said, reaching down and ripping her panties off violently, leaving her bare-assed to six full-armed healthy blows, nearly as hard as I could swing, on her now pantyless bottom, "is to remind you that you are SUPPOSED to be scared of me." I didn't swing harder because the first three blows had told me that her rump wasn't as firm and full of muscle-tone as some of the women I knew, and if I gave her my full strength, it would probably break blood vessels and bruise her. My hands were strong and callused, and I could deliver swats hard enough to raise welts on even toughened veterans at this game. I liked to use my bare hands, at least at the beginning, for three reasons. First, I liked to feel a woman's (girl's in this case) bare bottom. Second, I could judge exactly how hard I hit. And third, I could test to see how firm she was, and therefore how much she could take later on.
I hadn't really needed her mother's warning of "no bruises" - I NEVER bruised any of my "clients," or even my friends. I hoped that Lynn would end up being one of the latter. As it was, my callused hand on her bare bottom raised a nice shade of pink, as I very carefully spaced the blows, to both ensure that I didn't duplicate her "safeword" timing, and to make the red spread smoothly across her cute little bottom. I didn't want to raise a welt, but I DID want her to feel like I was. A fine point that some disciplinarians can't (or won't) do. By the time I finished, Lynn was crying for real, tears dripping on the bed.I could tell that this little girl had very rarely, if ever, received such abuse. Still, there was not even a hint of her "chickening out" and using her safeword. I was proud of her.
"Now Lynn? I'm going to ask you again. Are you scared of me?" This time, Lynn nodded violently.
"Good!" I said. "Remain that way, and we'll have very little trouble this afternoon." She did.
"Now," I said, "as your reward for not struggling, when I spanked you, I'm going to take the ropes off you, and let you get undressed."
Lynn's eyes got real big at this, and she started to shake her head, then thought better of it. I decided to temporarily remove the gag as well.
"Do you have some kind of trouble with that?" I asked sternly.
"Do I have to get undressed?" she asked plaintively. "I've never been naked in front of anyone except Momma before, and you're a man and..."
"That's the idea," I said. "To really appreciate discipline, you've got to be naked and vulnerable. Later on, if you work hard enough to deserve it, I'll let you undress me, so that you won't feel so embarrassed at being the only one without any clothes on."
Lynn's eyes showed me that she was even more frightened at this idea than being naked in front of me. I knew that she would feel differently before the day was through. Five hours and a half to go.
Six hours later, I was fucking Lynn for the third time. Third time in the cunt, that is. Two used condoms lay on the floor beside me, and a white drop of sperm welling out of her well-used asshole attested to the fact that Lynn had been VERY good at getting me excited that day. The 16-year-old girl was strapped to a chair, crosswise, and gagged, as I gently fucked her again. Once in her ass, not 5 minutes before, and I was already about to cum in her tight little cunny. I couldn't believe how sexy the little girl had turned out to be.
Being fucked like this was actually a reward I had devised for the little girl, after she had performed a striptease for me that would make a eunuch squirt sperm. I had managed to get most of it on tape, and had promised Lynn a copy to take home and look at. She didn't seem to mind that I would be showing off her sexy little body to tens, maybe even hundreds of other men. The thought of hundreds of men jacking off to her undressing on screen had so excited her that she had begged me to take her and fuck her.
I had made her pay for the pleasure by tying her up so tight that she couldn't move or speak to show how much fun she was having. I had left one hand free to both allow her some movement and as access to her "safeword." I had so tightly gagged her that she couldn't even grunt, and the rest of her body was so thoroughly trussed up in the chair that she could barely move her free hand to reach me in thanks.
It was this scene, with me naked behind her little girl, stroking for climax, that greeted June when she returned.
She looked at where my condom-covered cock had vanished up inside her little girl's tight little hole. "Is she good?" she asked, as she watched me push up hard inside her daughter. I could feel the little girl's cervix open up around the head of my penis each time I bottomed out in her. It was only the thin film of the latex that had kept me from filling the little girl's womb with baby-making seed three times that day. Lynn had definitely been "good." I felt her tight little cunny clamp down on my prick. Hearing her mother, and knowing she was being watched, had triggered her orgasm. The feeling was exquisite.
"Did she do everything she was supposed to?" asked June, as she watched me fuck her daughter.
I remembered how the little girl had swallowed my piss and sucked me off without complaint only two hours before. This was her reward for doing such a good job on that and the striptease, and she definitely seemed to like what I was doing. Her vagina was now clamping down rhythmically on my cock as the little girl went into an almost continuous orgasm. Squeeze after squeeze. Only the gag in her mouth and the fact that she was barely able to move in the chair where I had tied her kept her from showing her appreciation even more. Still, from the rivers of cunt-fluid running from her over-used little slit, it was obvious, even to her mother, that Lynn was happy with what I was doing.
"Oh God!" I said. "Did she ever!"
"Then I think my little girl deserves a reward," said June. "Pull your cock out, all the way, so that I can see it. I want to make sure you're using that condom the right way."
It was murder to pull out, but I did anyway. Lynn's little pussy didn't seem to want to let go. From her tied-down position, Lynn couldn't quite see what was going on between her legs.
About this time, a big white sticky gob of sperm that had been slowly oozing out of Lynn's tight little ass picked this moment to gather itself together and start to slide down towards the gaping hole left by my exiting cock.
June and I reached for Lynn simultaneously. I was about to wipe the little girl up with a Kleenex so she didn't get pregnant, when June almost blew my mind away.
"I'll get it," she said, pushing me away. She reached out with her index finger and scooped up the big blob of white stuff. Then, she calmly took her finger and pushed it up inside her little girl's hole?! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Carefully, June wiped her finger off on the lips of her little girl's slowly closing cunny, making sure that every bit of my sticky cum was inside her little girl's vagina.
"Now push it back in," she said. "We don't want to waste any of it."
I gaped at her. "But she could get..."
"Pregnant?" asked June. "You're right. Having a baby is serious business. When my daughter gets a big belly, I don't want it to be by ACCIDENT. You do know what I mean?"
"I sure do," I said. "You're sure this is what you want?"
"I'm sure," affirmed June. "Now you push your cock up inside her while I watch, so that I can make sure you're doing it right."
Almost fainting with the thrill of watching my cock push my sperm up inside the little girl, I did as the woman asked. I took three good strokes, watching my sperm turn the outside of the condom white and sticky, before June asked me to pull out again. The by now continuous squeezing of the teenager's tight little slit almost had me cumming, but I grit my teeth, trying to hold out a little longer.
"Oh good," said June, looking at my condom-covered penis. "It's a good thing you've got that on right," she said, pulling it down tight around the head of my penis, smoothing out the little gap I had left in the tip to allow for friction and to hold the sperm. "I bet you wish you didn't have this condom in the way, so you could feel my daughter's slick little cunny squeezing on your bare prick, while you squirted my little girl's womb full of baby-juice, don't you?"
"You know, if this thing should somehow crack, or split," she continued, running a sharp fingernail over the now tightly stretched latex covering the bulging head of my cock, "you could actually squirt your sperm inside my little girl, and get her pregnant." With this, she pushed the head of my penis back into Lynn's tight little crack, just as the condom started to split around the tip and slide back painfully over the head of my engorged cock for a second, before the tear stopped, just behind the head that was now threatening to squirt my seed all over the inside of her daughter's tight little belly. "We wouldn't want that to happen by accident, would we?"
I couldn't believe it. The woman was actually trying to get me to impregnate her little daughter!
"No," I grunted, shoving my cock to the hilt in the little girl's belly. "We sure wouldn't want to get her pregnant by accident."
I couldn't help it. My cock grew almost another inch as the thought of knocking this cute kid up, with her mother's connivance, was too much for me. This time, the whole head of my penis snapped into the little girl's womb as I started pumping sperm into her body like a fire-hose gone amok. Spasm after spasm shook me as I did my best to plant a baby in the child's receptive young womb. By now, her vagina was in one long continuous shuddering orgasm. I had seen it only a few times before, where a woman would not only climax several times but go into a state of almost continuous orgasm that didn't stop until either she collapsed from exhaustion or the man stopped stimulating her. I was proud that I had managed to get Lynn to such a state of excitement on our first time together. I was vaguely aware of the hand I had left free pulling on my hair as I spasmed inside her, forcing more and more of my sperm into her uterus.
Tug tug tug. God it felt good to actually cum inside her, with my by-now bare penis feeling every inch of her squeezing little slit, filling her womb with my baby-making seed. TUG TUG TUG!
"What the?" Suddenly, I was aware of what I was doing. OH MY GOD! For the first time, I realized just how far I had gone. Not only had I came in the little girl, possibly (Probably) getting her pregnant, but I had been so involved, I had ignored her safeword when she wanted me to stop. She must somehow have known what was happening and didn't want to get pregnant. Oh SHIT!
I yanked my still-spurting penis from inside the little girl, spraying her backside and the outside of her vagina with the last sticky drops of my potent seed.As I frantically scrambled to untie her, June seemed to get in my way, hurriedly stripping the split condom from my penis and wiping the stray drops of sperm off her little girl's vagina.
Lynn had collapsed, seeming unable to move, as I removed the last of the restraints and untied the gag with trembling fingers. I was so mad at myself I was shaking with suppressed fury. Never in my life as a "top" had I ever missed a client's first "safeword," let alone one from a friend. I knew I had blown whatever chance I had of making the relationship permanent with Lynn. She would never trust me now! More importantly, I would never trust myself. In the excitement of her mother "helping" me make a baby in the little girl, without her knowledge but with her (implied) consent, I had not only missed the first use of her "safeword" but had almost missed the second! The excitement was no excuse. A top couldn't afford to lose control. The whole idea was to make the bottom lose control, while the top kept his (or hers). Otherwise, what's the point of being a top?
"Oh, Lynn," I was babbling, trying somehow, someway to apologize. "I'm so sorry. I didn't feel it the first time. What's the matter, Honey? Please speak to me. Please don't be mad. I'm so sorry. What's the matter? Lynn?!" This last was almost a scream, as by now I was frightened. Lynn just lay there, across the chair, gasping, not replying to either her mother's or my more and more frantic requests. Jesus Christ! What had I done?! I must have almost killed the girl, and never known it. I was finished as a top. Never again!
"Felt... so... good!" gasped Lynn, as her breathing finally slowed down to a fast pant. By this time, June and I had her sprawled out on the soft carpet, with her arms and legs spread out, as though she were tied spread-eagled in a bed. She seemed to only hear part of my apology when I kept asking her if she'd forgive me for not stopping sooner. "Hated... to... make you... stop," she said; her words getting clearer now. "It was just too good. I couldn't stop cumming! Over and over and over. Finally, I had to stop, or I would have passed out. I thought I was going to die, it was so good. Whoooooo!"
I breathed a sigh of relief. The intensity of her climax had been too much for such an inexperienced girl. I could understand her fear though. I had almost passed out myself, once or twice from sensual overload, and some of the "bottoms" I worked with came to me, just to have me produce such an experience for them. Next time, Lynn wouldn't have to stop. "Honey," I said, getting her attention, "you didn't have to stop. I know several women who do this all the time. Next time, just let it flow over you. You won't regret it."
"But my heart felt like it was going to burst," said Lynn, "and I was losing consciousness."
I smiled. "You're only 16, Lynn. I wouldn't worry about your heart giving out on you just yet. Now if you were 45 and overweight, maybe, but I don't think so. As to losing consciousness, you said you felt like you were dying of pleasure?"
Lynn nodded.
"Well, as a friend of mine, who does this all the time says, 'What a way to go!' You won't die from an overdose of pleasure, Lynn. You'll just wish you could!" I smiled at her.
Lynn smiled back.
June looked at me. "You're that good, huh?"
What could I say? I shrugged.
June turned to her 16-year-old offspring, looking so beautiful, with the red marks on her body already starting to fade into the flush from her recent orgasm. "Would you like to thank Mr. Jones for what he's done for you today?" she asked.
For a second, Lynn paled, as she remembered how I liked to be "paid" for her fun. Then she bit her lip, gulped, and nodded. She could take a little more. I wondered what part of her body that I hadn't already hit, slapped, swatted or pinched, June was expecting me to use. It turned out that June's idea of "payment" didn't match mine. I prefer hers.
"Tie her up in the bed," said June. "Face-up, and spread-eagled." A woman after my own heart. She picked up the two used condoms and followed me, as I followed her instructions, by picking Lynn up, enjoying the feel of her naked skin against mine. Soon, Lynn was helpless on the bed, the very picture of a young girl, about to be raped. My prick was aching hard again at the very thought.
"Now look down," commanded June, as she motioned me to get between her daughter's legs. Lynn looked down, at where I was positioning myself. Her eyes bulged as she noticed that THIS time, I wasn't wearing a condom.
"Momma!" she gasped. "He's not..."
"Uhuh," said June. "You said you wanted to thank him. Well, it doesn't feel nearly as good to a man when he wears a condom. You'll REALLY show how much you appreciate what he's done for you if you let him put it in, just this once, without using a rubber."
"But Momma!" wailed the girl. "I might get pregnant!"
"Mr. Jones is a nice guy, Lynn," replied June. "I'm sure that if you'll do this for him, he'll pull out."
"After you 'cum' inside her, I hope," she whispered in my ear, before continuing to her offspring. "Or, we could untie you now, and just go home, if you don't think he deserves the feel of your tight little cunny against his bare prick, squeezing and milking on it, trying to make him cum inside you. I thought you were grateful!"
"Oh, go ahead," said Lynn. "I really want him to, but I'm just scared. I like the idea of him feeling me, and even me feeling him without a condom." She looked down, where my condomless penis was approaching her inviting little slit. "Momma! There's some cum on the head of his penis!"
Sure enough, a white drop of sperm from my previous orgasm inside her was slowly welling out of the hole in the tip of my prick. It got slightly bigger as her mother grabbed my cock and firmly pressed the head, drop of cum and all, into her daughter's tight little cunny.
"It's just a drop," said June, ignoring the fact that by the time she had inserted the head of my cock into her little girl, the drop was almost a third of an inch in diameter and threatening to fall off the tip. She also ignored the fact that it took only one drop to get her daughter pregnant, no matter how small that drop was.
"But Momma!" said Lynn, then stopped protesting. By now it was too late, as she felt my cock slide home in her belly, hopefully leaving the cum on the tip pushed into her uterus, where it belonged. I had barely gotten inside her before I was threatening to start squirting baby-juice all over the inside of the little girl, instead of giving her the nice long loving screw she deserved.
I needn't have worried. Watching me slide my sperm-dripping cock up in her belly must have triggered some primitive desire to reproduce in her. Feeling my (as she now knew) bare cock sliding in and out, knowing she MIGHT get pregnant, was both a thrill and a terror to the young girl. Also, she was still somewhat excited and not completely recovered from her earlier orgasm. Lynn began climaxing uncontrollably, after only two full strokes.
It was too much for me. Feeling Lynn's tight little cunny in orgasm around my now bare quivering prick, and knowing that the girl actually KNEW this time that I might be getting her pregnant, while her mother tried every way she could to sneak more of my baby-juice into her daughter's fertile young womb, without the child suspecting, was WAY too much for my overexcited prick. I felt a wave of release go through me, as a pulse of sperm spat out of the head of my penis, into the welcoming belly of the teenager, this time with no latex barrier to get in the way. "Oh, LYNN!" I groaned, as a second pulse left still another big blob of seed in the girl's body. "I'm..."
"Going to cum?" interrupted her mother. "Remember WHEN to pull out! After all, we want to be careful about making a baby, since Lynn is probably fertile right now. So you be SURE and do it right."
A third contraction shook me, as I deposited one last pulse of sperm inside Lynn's vagina. I gasped and pulled out my still cum-leaking cock. A big glob of sperm slowly oozed out the tip and onto the little girl's bare belly, one drop, then another, until there was a little pool of white, obscenely puddled next to her navel.
"I thought it would 'spurt' out," said Lynn, looking disappointed at the gooey puddle on her belly.
"I guess you must have wrung him dry," said June, trying to keep Lynn from thinking I might have left the real spurts inside her, instead of outside. There was enough sperm puddled on her flat little tummy, though, to help alleviate that worry. "A guy just can't 'cum' and 'cum' like a woman can. He's only got so much."
True, but in these circumstances, very deceptive.
"Now let's see what we can do about this matter of you getting pregnant," continued June, rummaging in a bag on the floor, out of sight of her daughter.
It's amazing how two people can hear the same words and get entirely different meanings. *I* heard her say she was doing something to GET her daughter pregnant, while LYNN heard her say she was doing something to KEEP her from BEING pregnant. Amazing.
"Found IT!" she said, triumphantly, holding up a plastic case.
"But Momma," said Lynn, by now confused, "isn't it a little late for that?"
By now, June had removed a pink rubber device that I recognized as a woman's diaphragm. I was as confused as her daughter.
"Not for what I have in mind," said June.Again, a different meaning to each of us. "First, let me wipe this off you," she said, taking a plastic spoon from her purse and scraping up the glob of cum on her daughter's belly. My jaw dropped as I watched what she did next. Calmly, she poured the puddle of cum into the cup of the diaphragm! "Now where's that 'sperm jelly'?" she said, fumbling around until she found the two used condoms. I was gasping in absolute admiration for the way she had her daughter hearing one thing while I heard just the opposite. What an incredible, kinky lady! June milked every last drop of cum out of the condoms, smearing it all over the inside of the rubber cup.
"You want to make sure you cover every inch," she told both of us. "I need a little more." With this, she reached out to the still dripping tip of my cock and added the drop on the end to the puddle in her little girl's sperm-filled baby-barrier.
I still couldn't believe I was hearing and seeing what I did, as I watched the woman carefully pick up the semen-filled diaphragm, curling it a little and remarking, "Mustn't spill the 'sperm jelly'," and inserted it into the 16-year-old girl, pushing it home with a snap. Almost all the sperm I had ejaculated that day was now trapped inside her daughter's vagina, soaking into the little girl's womb, behind the latex barrier. I was ready to cum again at just the thought. Too late now.
"Now," said June, closing the plastic case with a snap and putting it back in her purse, "we can give her a douche, without washing the sperm." "If you douche after being fucked, sometimes you'll just wash the sperm up into your womb, instead of washing it out," she explained. "Lynn's got to go to school tomorrow, without smelling like a whorehouse. So, we'll douche her now, and she can just leave that diaphragm in for a couple of days to make sure. Her period's in about two more weeks, so she could be fertile right now." How she managed to say this with a straight face, I'll never know. I was in too much of a state of disbelief and shock to even giggle at the woman's double meanings. Not to mention, admiration.
Together, we untied Lynn. (NOW I knew why June had REALLY wanted the little girl tied up. She didn't want Lynn to see what kind of "sperm jelly" [NOT spermicidal jelly] went into that rubber cup.) June took Lynn into the bathroom, gave her the promised "douche," and an enema too, and had her take a shower, before they headed home.
"You're a nasty, sneaky, devious old woman," I said to June, while Lynn showered in the other room. "Trying to get your little girl pregnant, without her knowing. Shame on you. I love it. If I wasn't so in love with your daughter, I'd be asking you to marry me."
"Well," grinned June back at me, "pretty soon, she's not going to have much choice, is she? Remember back when we came here, I said if you do it right, I'd see that you weren't disappointed? Well, are you happy?"
"I'm happy," I said. "I just hope Lynn's happy too."
"Oh, don't worry. She will be. She likes you, and she really LOVES babies. She's always baby-sitting, and you should see the look on her face, when she's got a drooling little bundle of joy in her arms. I just decided to speed things up a little, and give her a little surprise, for Christmas."
I counted on my fingers. March-15th, plus nine-months. Close enough.
"You WILL invite me over to see the baby?" I asked, seriously.
"Well actually, I was expecting the two of YOU to invite ME over."
"It's a date."
As they left, I heard Lynn whispering to her mother, "Mom! You let him put his thing in me, when there was still cum on it. You'd almost think you WANTED me to get pregnant."
"You WOULD almost think so, wouldn't you?" replied June. "I noticed you weren't exactly turned off by the idea though."
"Well... I'd just better not. Can you imagine me going to school with a big belly? God, I hope his sperm doesn't leak past that diaphragm!"
"I hope so too, dear."
Two nights later, they both stopped by again. June told me that her daughter was fine, and that she had liked what we had done but, she wanted to try "regular" sex for once. Since Lynn didn't have a regular boyfriend, (Hard to believe, with HER body.) she wanted to try it with me, to see which kind she really preferred.
June (correctly) figured that I wouldn't mind "doing the honors" even if straight-vanilla sex wasn't usually my thing. Besides, they didn't have the time for a full-blown "lesson" this time.
Well, if you think that I was going to turn down ANY chance at screwing this girl who had even an old bachelor like me thinking really seriously about how I could trap this SYT (sweet young thing) into saying "Yes," to the classic question: "Do you, Lynn Anthony take this man..." (OK, I'm not so old. 27 is considered young, by most people. It's just old compared to 16) Well, anyway, If you think I'd pass up such a chance, then you're crazier than I am. Besides, I'd been having wet dreams, ever since that incredible night where her mother had "helped me out," so to speak.
Even straight-vanilla sex has its things going for it: Bare-body sliding against bare-body, the slap of bellies coming together, the satisfying *spurt* of hot fresh cum into a receptive young womb, the sweet panting in your ear of a young girl who's *trying* to get pregnant, the tongue in your mouth and in your ear, the sweet ripples of a bare vagina milking your seed into a fertile vagina, the...
Sorry, I got carried away with my daydreams. These things usually didn't happen to ME. Most of the women I dealt with were both religiously on birth-control, and expected me to use a condom besides. I was quite happy with this, as (up to now) I had no intentions of ever getting married. Much as I enjoyed sex, I found the thought of settling down with one woman, shall we say, unsettling. Until two days ago, that is. Now, I wondered how I was going to make it through the rest of my life, if Lynn said "No," when I got up enough nerve to ask her.
To answer the question that might be bothering you: No, I did NOT plan on using the baby that might even then be growing in her sexy little tummy, as a point of leverage. I planned on asking Lynn to marry me, BEFORE she even knew about it. If I could just get up my nerve, that is. And: Yes, if she refused me, I'd still see that she got child-support. I just hoped she'd let me visit the kid, at least on weekends. I take my responsibilities seriously, and pay my debts. All of which June knew, or she would never have pulled that incredible stunt the other night. So you can see, that I was definitely not adverse to having sex with Lynn. Not even plain old-fashioned missionary-style sex. Just as long as I got my thick fat cock up inside her tight little hole, and managed to leave a generous helping of the sperm that I had been saving for the last two days in her sexy little tummy. (No, I hadn't "cum" since Lynn and June were last over. Each time I started to "jack-off" it was such a disappointment, after that incredible last scene in the chair, and on the bed, that I lost my hard-on, before I finished. Let's face it, I was spoiled, and was hoping that I could somehow repeat it with someone [hopefully Lynn] before my balls burst. None of my regular clients, or even friends [female that is] were available that week though.) I wondered if June had any more kinky ideas, like last time.
It turned out, that she did. Or at least, another variation of the same one. She told me later, that she had to work carefully on Lynn for the last two days, to set this up, or I wouldn't have gotten to see either of them, until the next weekend. (What happened THEN, is a different story, and not nearly so nice.) THIS time, June wasn't leaving. She wanted to supervise every step of THIS "lesson," to be sure that Lynn "got it done right". My cock ached at the thought of what June REALLY wanted me to "do right" with her daughter.
After she had explained all this, June had us all get undressed together. Surprisingly, Lynn didn't seem to object, at seeing her own mother naked with me, and it became apparent, that she expected me to have sex with HER as well! June explained that neither of them were the jealous types, and Lynn had already told her, that she would be welcome to come over and "get relief" from her husband, if she ever got married. June had already let Lynn "play with" a couple of June's dates, but things had never progressed very far yet. Well, Lynn had actually sucked off ONE of June's dates one morning, when he had stayed overnight, and Lynn found him in the bathroom the next morning. Except for that and tampons, Lynn had actually been a virgin, when I so thoroughly "used" her two nights ago, and I hadn't even known. I had suspected she might be, but what girl her age really is, at 16? Especially one as sexy and full of life as Lynn?
It began to look as if I not only had gotten a virgin, but if I married Lynn, I'd get her mother thrown into the bargain. Wow! What a way to sweeten the pot! I mentioned before that Lynn was sexy didn't I? I did? Good. Well, where Lynn was sexy, June was voluptuous. For every curve Lynn had, June had more. As I mentioned before, if I hadn't fallen so hard for Lynn, that all other women seemed to pale beside her, then her mother would probably be the type I'd be chasing. If I got Lynn, I'd get her TOO?! WHAT an incentive!My hormones were already out of control, thinking about having Lynn around as a permanent bed-partner and life-partner as well (hopefully). This was enough to make my mind go out of kilter.
While all this was running through my mind, it wasn't over 15 minutes from the time they walked in the door before we were all naked, sitting around the kitchen table, discussing sex and babies, and even names for them, while we drank a pre-sex cup of coffee. A nice way to warm-up. I recommend it highly. June then said that she'd better do something about that diaphragm that Lynn still had in her from the other day. "Sperm usually only live about three days or so in a woman's vagina," she explained to both me and Lynn. "So this should be about the right time to change it."
June had Lynn spread her legs, while she removed the diaphragm that had been keeping my sperm trapped inside the girl's body for the last two days. "We've got to be sure to do this right," continued June, "as this is Lynn's best time to 'catch'. I checked her temperature this morning and used a litmus test as well. She should be ovulating right now. So, I'm going to make sure this diaphragm is 'properly' prepared before she uses it again."
I could only gaze in awe at the woman's sheer brass, of telling me she expected me to impregnate her daughter, while using the exact same words to tell the girl that she was protecting her from that very same thing!
"Now you go into the bathroom and douche," said June, "while I fix this diaphragm." I still couldn't believe June could say this with a straight face. Me, I was so much in awe, I didn't even THINK of laughing. Besides, I knew June would half kill me if I did. Not to mention losing out completely in the "baby" sweepstakes with Lynn.
While Lynn dutifully paraded her cute little ass off to the bedroom, I watched in admiration as June took the diaphragm over to the sink to clean it off, before "fixing" it for Lynn.
I looked at it with disappointment. I had hoped to: A. Be able to see some of my "cum" still inside it. It was just wet-looking, with normal vaginal secretions. Lynn's body must have soaked up all the semen. And: B. I had hoped to somehow be allowed to fuck the little girl without ANY barriers keeping my sperm out of the child's womb. June seemed to be planning on using the diaphragm to protect her daughter from pregnancy this time. Oh well! At least ONCE, I had done it. Actually squirted my seed in the little girl's unprotected belly, that is. I mustn't get TOO greedy. Not many bachelors got even ONE chance.
While I was thinking this, I watched as June first carefully cleaned the rubber cup and ring, then pulled an Exacto-Knife out of her purse, and calmly CUT THE RUBBER LOOSE FROM THE RING! Even watching her, I couldn't believe it. She then reached over to my pre-cum dripping cock with her finger, and smeared it all over the ring, lubricating it, and then palmed both ring and rubber cup in her hand, as Lynn returned, explaining to both of us, "I put the 'sperm jelly' all over the ring, to lubricate it, and to make sure it performs properly."
I was almost ready to waste about a gallon of baby-juice all over the floor, instead of planting it up inside Lynn's tight little slit, where her mother so obviously wanted me to put it.
I watched, almost in disbelief, as June had her daughter spread her legs again, and inserted the now rubber-cupless ring into the girl's tight little hole. Somehow, she managed to do it, without Lynn ever noticing that her mother still had the rubber barrier in her palm AFTER inserting the rubber ring inside her.
"There!" said June, with satisfaction. "Now Mr. Jones can fuck you without having to use a condom, and you won't worry. He can put his bare cock right up inside you, and squirt his sperm inside you, just as if you two were married, and you were actually TRYING to make a baby. Won't that be fun? Trying to make a baby, without having to worry about it?"
While I nodded, Lynn's face lit up. "Oh THANK you Momma!" she said. "I've always wanted to try and make a baby, but I've been scared to. At least THIS way, I can feel what it's like, when Mr. Jones 'makes a baby in me,' without having to worry."
I had a fit of coughing, while I got my face under control.
June looked at me sternly, then grinned at me. "See," she said, "wasn't I right?"
It took me a moment to remember our conversation from the other day, then I nodded gravely. It seemed that she WAS right. Lynn DID want it, she was just scared, and June had found a way to give her daughter what she really wanted, without the fear. Or, at least that's what I tried to convince myself. The mind will rationalize anything.
By this time, we were both so hot, I was about to lose everything all over the floor, before we even got into the bedroom, where the evening's entertainment had been planned. When I mentioned this to June, she suggested we do it the first time, right were we were. She had Lynn come over and straddle me in the chair, and slide down my engorged cock while she watched.
SHIT! Two days of dreaming about it, and all this sexy preamble, combined with the moist hotness of the sexiest girl I have ever known sliding down my cock, made me blow it. And I do mean BLOW! Before I was halfway inside her, I was spouting great big gobs of sperm all over the inside of her squeezing little belly. By the time she was fully seated on me, and the head of my penis was pressing up against the tiny hole in her open uterus, I had spasmed the little girl full of three big healthy squirts, and I was already starting to lose it as the pulses of cum started to subside.
Surprisingly Lynn didn't mind. SHE was overexcited too! "Oh Momma!" she exclaimed. "He's cumming in me! I can feel it. Just like he's making a baby in me! Oh Momma, it feels so GOOD!"
With this, I felt a hard squeeze, then an even harder one, as her tight little cunny milked on my prick, and spasmed so hard around it, I felt like she was going to cut it in two. Squeeze, squeeze, SQUEEZE! Ooohhh! It felt so good! My cock responded with two more healthy squirts, then a couple of spurts, then dribbles. God she was nice!
Two minutes later, we were both sitting there, enjoying the afterglow of sex, while her warm little cunny gave my softening prick an occasional friendly squeeze. We just sat there, and cuddled. This was so nice and friendly. I daydreamed about waking up every morning, and having breakfast just like this, with her sitting on me, and my cock up inside her, not really fucking, just enjoying each other while we ate. It was almost enough to make me forgo the pleasures of bondage and discipline for the chance to do this. Then, I thought of combining the two, and my shrunken cock started to swell again. Oh god! I was about to cum again, just at the thought!
When June saw us start moving for the second time, she interrupted. "I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds," she said with a grin. "But we only have so much time. Weren't you going to try it in bed, just like married people do, when they make babies?"
I blushed red as a beet, as June reminded me that that was exactly what I was doing to her daughter. Making a baby in the little girl, and Lynn didn't even know it. By now, the little girl had enough baby-juice in her tight little belly to knock up a regiment of young girls like her. It only had to get through her cervix, and up inside her womb, to do the job.
It turned out, that June planned on fixing this, too. Not content with just having me fuck her daughter without any real protection, she had figured out a way that would almost ENSURE my sperm the best possible chance of knocking the little girl up.
When we got to the bedroom, June asked her daughter to, "Lie back on the bed, before you start. I want to make sure Mr. Jones' sperm only goes where it's supposed to. You can't always trust these diaphragms. Sometimes, they get holes in them, or not properly put in place. I've got something here, I brought along to help."
Dutifully, Lynn lay back on the bed, as her mother rummaged in her purse. In a few seconds, June had extracted a TURKEY BASTER? What the? My confusion was short lived, as she explained. "With this, I can suck up all of Mr. Jones' sperm, and see that it doesn't go where it's not supposed to," she said, motioning me to hold open her daughter's cunt lips, so that she could get the baster inside.
"Oh Momma. I can do it!" said Lynn, trying to push me aside.
"Not the way I want it done. Now you just lie back here and slide these two pillows underneath your rear, so I can get at you right, and let me and Mr. Jones attend to things, OK?"
"Okay Momma. If you say so." Dutifully, she lay back on the bed, and let me open her up to her mother's ministrations.
June actually DID use the turkey-baster, to suck up my sperm from inside her little girl. She poked around, drawing giggles from Lynn, and suctioned up every drop. She even took the baster to my cock, and sucked up not only a stray drop of cum seeping out the end, but she put it up against the piss-hole, and somehow managed to get an incipient drop that hadn't yet emerged. THEN she did it. I had been expecting something like this, ever since she had pulled that baster out of her bag. I KNEW this device was NOT designed to keep her daughter from getting pregnant. Not with all the other things she had done.So it was with some admiration for her ingenuity, but no real surprise, when she finished suctioning all the sperm up, that she reached into her bag again and pulled out an enema-nozzle that had been slightly modified, and inserted it into the end of the turkey-baster.
"I've been planning THIS for months," she explained to me. "Ever since I read a story called 'PREGGIE SARAH' on the internet. It took me about two weeks to make it, after several false tries." June then continued to her daughter, "We want to get ALL the way up inside you, to make sure the sperm is all out of your vagina, and where it belongs, so hold still. You'll probably feel it poking around your uterus."
"OK, Momma."
I watched as June rubbed a little sperm all over the tip, to lubricate it, then pushed the whole contraption up into her daughter's vagina. Once it had gone in about 7 or 8 inches, there was an "Ow," from Lynn, as her mother felt around with the tip.
"I've got to get it all," explained June, feeling around with the tip.
"It's OK, Momma. Ow."
"Almost got it... There." The turkey-baster suddenly slid about 3 inches farther into the little girl's hole. "Does that hurt?"
"Unh! No, Momma. It feels weird though. Like you're up inside my tummy."
"That's good, dear. I want to get all Mr. Jones' sperm, especially the stuff that's all the way up inside you. Now hold still. I might have to push a little, and you may feel some pressure."
"OK, Momma."
I watched in sheer awe, amazement and delight, as June lifted the turkey-baster up, until all the sperm she had collected ran down towards the tip, then with a gentle squeeze, she injected every drop of my seed directly into her little girl's womb. There was a quiet "phlup," as the homemade artificial-insemination device did its work. I almost came in sync with it, wasting my valuable sperm on the floor, instead of in the child's womb, like the rest of it.
"There!" said June in satisfaction, as she removed the baster. "Now you don't have to worry about his sperm inside your vagina any more. I moved it to where it'll be safer."
"Thanks, Momma."
"You're welcome. Now why don't you two try doing it on the bed this time. I'll do this again later, to make sure you don't get pregnant by accident."
Both Lynn and I were agreeable. She from the internal stimulation of having her mother poking around in her, and me from the thought of this incredible sexy, kinky woman actually squirting my sperm in her own daughter's womb, while making the kid think she was doing it to keep her FROM getting pregnant?! Wow! Both Lynn and I were on our way to a rousing climax, within 2 minutes of my climbing on top of her. Once I did, June repeated her "ensuring Lynn didn't get pregnant by accident," by seeing to it that the girl got pregnant deliberately. What a woman!
When she finished, June "checked" the diaphragm, her daughter was wearing, by removing it, and somehow replacing it with an intact one from her purse, carefully adding extra drops of cum from my penis to "lubricate" it, before inserting the now intact baby-barrier back inside her little girl. She managed to do this, right under Lynn's nose, as the woman had her daughter hike her ass up in the air on a pillow, so that her mother could "get at things better" (and incidentally "hide" things better, as well).
Afterwards, June wanted me to do her as well. Sadly, I was unable, as my cock had seen too much excitement in her little girl's tight little snatch. I was too much of a gentleman, to send her away unsatisfied though, after what she had done for me. My penis may not always be up to the job, but I always have a tongue, and ten healthy fingers. After I had eaten both her, and Lynn out twice, my flagging cock was starting to show signs of life again, but they both had to go, as Lynn had school the next day, and June had to work. June made it plain, that next time, she expected me to save SOME for her, and not give it ALL to her daughter. My cock ached afterwards, as I watched them go, wondering if she meant what I thought she did. Well, she hadn't let me down yet!
The last I saw of Lynn that day, was when she walked down the hall with her mother, still looking like the innocent school-girl, trying to be sexy, while her mother gave her some last instructions.
"Now tonight, Lynn, I want you to sleep on your back, with a pillow underneath your rump. If there's any sperm inside you, I want it to stay on the right side of that diaphragm. Understand?"
"Yes, Momma." <giggle> "It's almost like what you do, when you WANT to get pregnant, huh?"
"Almost exactly the same. | 1 |
2,442 | Telephone | "Sometimes she makes me so mad!"
It's a bit distracting to be interrupted during sex like that. "Who?" I asked.
"Marie. She gets all stuck up and stuffy; using big words."
I remembered Marie. Far from "stuck up," my niece was as eager to feel my prick stretching her belly as my daughter. "Big words, Hon?"
Sandy wriggled around on my prick, bringing groans from me and squeals of delight from her. "Oh, Marie says 'cause we went cross-country without boots, that we should feel proud."
"Cross-country?" I thought, then guessed: "Oh... You mean, 'Around The World'?"
"No... Interstate... intercounty... something."
"Oh... I'm not sure I understand."
"Since Marie met this new teacher down at school, she's using all these big words. She acts *proud* and says she's Magma... No, pragma-something."
"Pragmatic?"
"Yeah... Think so. Ever since she met Mr. Class, Marie's been bragging about how she's pragmatic. She thinks *I* should be proud too... for not even *knowing* the guy! It don't make sense!"
Well... Marie *was* rather pragmatic... especially the time I accidentally came inside her. She just said, "Don't worry about it."
"Who's this teacher she knows?" I couldn't remember a "Mr. Class" in either of their schools.
"Mr. Class... No, Mister Recess. No... Something about time in school. What do you call the time when each class is held?"
"A period?"
"Yeah! That's IT! She knows Mr. Period."
Oh God. The school bell finally rang. This was like figuring out the original message in a game of "Telephone."
"You mean... Your cousin thinks that since we had intercourse without a rubber, and she knows she missed her period, that she's pregnant, while because you *haven't* seen your period, you are too?"
"That's IT." | 2 |
2,443 | Teaching the Boys | "Now watch closely," I said to the watching boys. "In a second, I'm going to cum inside your sister and try to get her pregnant, so I want you all to watch and see what to do when it's your turn."
The three boys could only nod, and I barely caught that out of the corner of my eye as I concentrated on the little girl squirming underneath me. "In a second," I repeated to Sandy, "I'm going to squirt that white stuff I told you about, that makes babies, right up inside you, so you can feel what it's like. When I do, I want you to squeeze my prick as hard as you can and milk all the sperm out of me, so you'll have a better chance to catch, OK?"
Sandy just groaned, rocking her hips against mine, while digging her heels into my back the way I had taught her to.
The feel of my own daughter's tight little slit milking and squeezing on my prick finally had the effect I knew it would. I felt first a tingle, then a dribble, then finally a thick, healthy SQUIRT of cum ripple through the tube on the bottom of my prick and into the child's welcoming belly. "Oh God," I groaned. "Here it comes, Honey. Daddy's making a baby in that cute little tummy of yours. Fuck back, Honey... Fuck back at Daddy. Make me cum."
With each grunt, I forced myself as far into the little girl as I could, while my penis performed its intended purpose of delivering my sperm inside a fertile female. Each healthy surge of thick white cum squirting inside her felt incredible to me. I don't know if Sandy could feel each ejaculation, but she seemed to react to my thrusts as if she did, grunting and moaning her satisfaction in my ear, while squirming wildly against me. For sure, the thought of carrying her own father's baby was not even tempting her to pull away... Far from it, in fact. With each heavy blast of cum teeming with millions of sperm, Sandy worked to force herself even tighter against me, until it felt like I was trying to work half my body into her tight little hole.
Finally, I collapsed on top of my daughter, as the ability to ejaculate any more left me. It was with some effort that I managed to keep from falling asleep that way, but the knowledge of the three watching boys kept me awake. I could barely groan as I rolled off Sandy's body, the sensation of my little girl's incredibly tight little slit milking the final drops of semen out of my prick as we pulled apart, almost giving me yet another erection.
Sandy groaned too... in disappointment? Well, perhaps that was only my fantasy. Still, she wasn't complaining.
"Now Mike," I barely managed to speak clearly, "it's your turn. I want each of you three boys to practice what I just showed you, so your sister can feel what it's like with different guys. Since you're the oldest, you go first."
Mike looked down at where his little sister's cunny was spread and oozing a tiny trickle of white, belying the enormous gouts of sperm-containing cum I had left inside her. The lips were reddened and swollen... and completely slippery with both her juices and mine. I knew the little girl would have no difficulty accommodating the older boy's penis, especially after having her father's thick dong inside her.
I don't remember Mike climbing on the bed. The next thing I do recall is an instant's view of my son's prick touching the swollen, red, and puffy lips of Sandy's cunny... and then the two siblings' pelvises met as they mated in frantic urgency. It seems that watching me impregnate their little sister had gotten all three boys so hot and horny they weren't able to hold out for more than a second or two against the little girl's squeezingly tight little hole. However, Sandy (again) never complained, just working with her brothers in turn, milking and squeezing with her vagina on their pricks, accepting their slobbery kisses, working her chest, tummy and pelvis against their ragged thrusts, as each of the older boys climbed on top of her body and banged away.
As Mike began shuddering in climax almost immediately on getting inside her (no surprise to ME, as I knew it was the first time the older boy had actually stuck his prick inside a girl), I encouraged him. "Now Mike, you be careful when you cum inside your sister," I admonished him, as he did just that. "Sandy's not on birth-control, and her period was just a little over two weeks ago... So there's a good chance you're getting your little sister pregnant right now, understand? Make sure you do it right."
"Uh, UHHH, UghhhH!" the boy groaned in somewhat of an answer, and somewhat just in reaction, as he jerked and spasmed on top of his little sister. "Yes Dad," Mike finally groaned, as the last thin trickles of sperm oozed out of his prick and into the little girl's welcoming body.
Shortly after that (it didn't take more than five minutes for both of them), the two younger boys, Daniel and Jacob, followed suit, leaving gobs of thick white cum inside their own sister's tight little slit, until when Jake was finished, my daughter's cunny was oozing and dripping with slippery goo.
To his surprise, I motioned Mike back on top of his little sister again. I had noticed that watching his little brothers fucking the child had aroused the older boy's erection all over again. Oh, the resilience of youth! I knew that even with the extreme stimulation of watching all three boys trying to impregnate their little sister, it would be at least a half hour (and probably longer) before I would have enough of a hard-on to do the same thing myself.
"Now Boys," I said, while watching Mike sheathe his prick inside his little sister again, "from now on, I'll expect each of you to impregnate your little sister as often as you can. I'll do the best to help out whenever I can too, but if Sandy gets pregnant in the next few months, I'll really expect it to be by one of you boys. Got that?"
Jake and Danny looked at me in surprise. The knowledge finally percolating into their minds that I actually WANTED them to knock up their little sister? Still, neither boy objected, either then, or to what I added later. Mike was too busy actually TRYING to father his child on the little girl to object himself.
"So from now on, Sandy," I added, "I'll expect you to let me know if each of the boys doesn't fuck you at least three times a day, OK?"
"Uh, Uh, Uh," Sandy groaned, in response to her big brother's thrusts inside her vagina.
I took that as an affirmative, and continued, "I'm sure that three healthy young boys like you can manage to get it up that often. Each of you should be able to fuck your sister at least once a night before bedtime, once in the morning before school or Church, and two or three times during the day as well. Like I said, 'I'll do what I can to help too, but I'm not as young as you kids are.'"
Not one of the kids protested. (What I would have done if they had... especially if Sandy had shown even the slightest objection to having her own brothers feel her up, put their pricks inside her cunny, fuck her, cum inside her, ejaculate their thick white cum right up inside her fertile young womb, and get the little girl pregnant with her own brother's babies, I don't have the foggiest notion... except I knew I would be in BIG trouble. Thankfully, that scenario never came up.)
As I left the room, I could hear Jake going for HIS second "turn". I looked back, and sure enough Sandy had her legs wrapped around the boy, pulling him into her body just like I had taught the youngster to do. God, I'm proud of my kids!"If we try to stop the kids from having sex, what happens, and how do we do it?"
My wife looked at me for a second, then calmed down enough to listen. I knew I was home free.
"Look," I said, "if you start beating the kids, Social Services will come around and find out why. If you call the Cops, the same result will happen... All three boys will probably end up in jail for 'statutory rape' of their little sister, and SHE will end up in a foster home. Even if they don't end up in jail, for sure all FOUR kids will end up in foster homes, as they won't trust US any more to keep them away from each other. Do you WANT all four of our kids taken away from us?"
Marcia looked at me. For a moment I thought she was mad enough to risk even that. Then she collapsed against me.
"But what can we DO?" she almost wailed. "We can't just let them go on having sex together, can we? Besides, I can't let the boys rape their own sister. If we have to send them to jail to protect her, then what other choice DO we have?"
"Um... I think you'd better see something," I said. Motioning to my wife to be silent, I led her down the hall to the bedroom where I hoped the orgy I had seen start earlier would still be going on. It was.
Cracking the door slightly, Marcia and I had a perfect view of Sandy lying on the bed, her legs wrapped around Mike, pulling the older boy into her body, while he worked towards yet another climax. Off to one side, the two younger boys were obviously waiting their turns to repeat their earlier exploits. Once she had seen clearly what was going on in the child's bedroom, I carefully closed the door.
"See," I said. "Does THAT look to you as if Sandy was being raped?"
"No... but we've GOT to stop them," moaned Marcia, sinking down on the carpet in the hall.
"Think about it," I said, once again. "Now that they've all learned what sex is about, and how good it feels to have sex, what do you think the chances are they'll quit? Hell, once you and I started having sex, how much chance do you think either of OUR parents would have had at stopping US?"
"You don't mean we should just let them go ON having sex?" My wife's voice was incredulous.
"What other choice DO we have?" I asked. "Other than having the boys arrested and put in jail?"
"But... but... but, she might get PREGNANT," wailed Marcia. "At LEAST, we'll have to put her on the pill... if it's not too late already. My God, the kid is only 11 years old!"
"Um," I said, "you realize that that too, is up to her. Like I said, I told the kids about where babies come from, and about birth-control." (I had too... I just hadn't suggested that they ever use any... or intimated that I would supply it if asked. [I would; but ONLY if asked.] With my plans, I had no expectation that any one of the four kids ever WOULD ask... but I certainly didn't tell Marcia that.)
"You saw them," I reminded her. "Did it look like any one of the boys were trying to keep Sandy from getting pregnant? In fact, from the way she had her legs wrapped around her big brother, I doubt if Mike could have pulled out of her if he wanted to."
"Oh God."
"Uhuh," I pushed my point. "From the look of things, since I told them about how she could get pregnant and have a baby, they've actually been TRYING as hard as they can to do it. And unless we send them off to reform school or something, there's not much doubt that eventually they'll succeed."
"Oh God," repeated Marcia. "What'll we DO then?"
Finally! "Nothing," I replied.
"Nothing? You mean we just LET the kids continue this way, breeding their own sister, like it was something everybody does?"
"Uhuh. Well, after all, it WAS you who wanted more kids anyway."
It took almost three more hours before I convinced her; but once she was on-board, it seemed like my horny wife was almost as eager to see our daughter with a big belly as I was. She still didn't know that there was a good chance (a VERY good chance) that if Sandy got pregnant right away, the kid might very well be mine; as my sperm was the first to find its way into our daughter's womb, right while the little girl was at the peak of her fertility. I wasn't about to tell my wife that... yet.
However, it was a couple of days later that Marcia found Sandy and me in our bedroom one afternoon, with her little girl rising and falling on my engorged prick, until the child's tight little slit milking and squeezing on my swollen dong caused me to jerk and squirt our daughter's womb full of jet after potent jet of incestuous cum; filling the child's loins with my seed until my wife finally collapsed and gave in completely to the idea of not only the boys having sex with her little girl, but her husband as well. After all, with Sandy squirming, jerking, cooing, and rutting like an oversexed mink on top of me like that, it was obvious that the horny little slut (A compliment!) was NOT being forced. I just looked at my wife and shrugged; as if to say, "Well, what CAN I do?" ... as if it had been our daughter who seduced ME. I must have pissed almost a gallon of sperm in the child's womb at the thought of my wife watching me impregnate our little girl.
A little over a week and a half later, Sandy missed her period. I'll never know if the child that grew in her womb is my daughter or granddaughter... and even now, almost seven years later, I really don't WANT to know. All I DO know, is the little girl is the light of my life.
Her, and her five little sisters. | 4 |
2,445 | The Breeders Cup | "I can too!" I shouted at my twin sister. "I can have more than you!"
"Andrea, you're a virgin, and I'm already starting my second trimester. There's no way in the world you can beat me," Heather replied scornfully.
As usual, my twin and I were arguing up in our room. This time, though, I was determined to win. You see, it all comes down to the fact that Heather is fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds older than me. She has used the label of "big sister" to constantly boss me around and tell me what to do. I mean, it's only fourteen and a half minutes, for crying out loud! This time, our argument was a little more important. Heather was going into territory that I considered solely mine. She was going to move in on Daddy.
I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Andrea Garcy, and I'm thirteen years old. I have long blond hair, green eyes, and a petite figure. I live with my Father, Michael, older brother Greg (who's fifteen), and my twin sister Heather. Mom was killed in a plane crash when we were only about two, so I don't really have many memories of her, but that's okay. Daddy is the best mother a girl could have.
Well, Heather and I have not gotten along all that well all our lives. In spite of being twins (or maybe because of it), we just are opposites in so many ways (maybe because we TRY so hard to be different). My sister is the adventurous one. She's the perfect tomboy. She plays sports and war with Greg and all the boys on the street. No matter where Greg is, there you'll find Heather, playing and fighting to help him win. I, on the other hand, am the studious, responsible one (at least I think so, anyway). I have always had straight "A"s, and I'm the one who usually has to pull my sister's bacon out of the fire. I'm the one who talks politics with Daddy and helps him out around the house. I don't think Heather could boil an egg without burning the place down. Even Daddy jokes that Heather "can't boil water without burning it." Despite our differences, I do love her. Whenever we're not arguing, I know she loves me too. Only sometimes she can be SO exasperating...like right now.
CHAPTER: 2
CORRECTED_TEXT: I guess it was no big surprise when I came into our room about a year ago to get my bookbag and found Greg and Heather screwing for all they were worth. My big brother had his thick cock buried to the hilt in our sister, and both of them were working just as hard as possible to try and force even more of it inside her. Both were completely naked and not saying a word. (I guess that's why I hadn't noticed what was going on, even before I entered the room.) At first, I was shocked and maybe even a LITTLE surprised at seeing the two of them rutting like minks in the bed I shared with Heather, but after a second or two of watching my brother's thick prick sliding in and out of her, I just backed out and waited until Greg came downstairs with a silly grin on his face before I went back up. I guess he didn't realize I had seen him fucking his sister, as he didn't look embarrassed at all. When I got upstairs, Heather was asleep on the bed, with her legs spread and a pinkish fluid seeping out of her pussy. I threw a sheet over her and got my stuff.
It wasn't until that evening that Heather and I talked about it. She said that they had just been goofing off and it got out of hand. When I asked her if they would do it again, she got this dreamy, faraway look in her eyes and said they would. It was then that I gave my sister the lecture on STDs and pregnancy. Well, as you can imagine, that speech didn't go over so well. After all, SHE was the "big sister," and she knew EVER so much more than her little sister did. Yeah, right.
All I had done was to make Heather and Greg sleep together even more. I lost track of the number of times she snuck out of our room and into his at night or how often one would vanish into the basement and then the other would follow a few minutes later. Daddy doesn't get home from work till a little after six, so when I would get home from school, it was standard to find them fucking at home. They did it everywhere. The kitchen, bathroom, his room, our room, Daddy's room, laundry room, the basement...well, you get the picture. After a while, it seemed as if they went out of their way for me to find them. I think they LIKED to have me watch them. I kept my peace, let them get theirs, and went about my work as usual. Still, it WAS a bit distracting to come into a room and find my two siblings putting on what was effectively a porno-show just for me. I think that once Greg knew what was going on between me and Heather, he made an even bigger point of not pulling out and ejaculating his sperm inside my big sister when he knew I was watching. For sure Heather did, anyway. I hate to admit it, but the sight of the two of them rutting like that made me have to finger myself off more times than I ever did before. I'm not sure, but I think they both knew it too, and that made them both more eager to have me "catch" them.
It wasn't until a bit before our thirteenth birthday that I noticed anything different. I got up one morning to find Heather on her knees, bent over the toilet. At first, I thought she had the flu, but when her morning sickness lasted a week, I knew what was up: My "big sister" was pregnant. I told her about my suspicions, and instead of being afraid like I thought she would be, Heather just gave me a superior look and told me to "mind my own business."Of course, since she was already pregnant, it wasn't the nastily obscene risk it had been for Heather to have her own brother ejaculating his seed in his own sister's nubile young body before she caught. Since she was pregnant, and Dad didn't want to raise too much controversy about his just-barely-teenaged daughter having a big belly, Heather took the home schooling option the district offered. Dad let them have their privacy and only gave Greg some advice now and then.
Once Heather moved out of my room, and it didn't seem like a setting for constant orgies anymore, I guess I felt excluded from their lives and began to spend nearly all of my free time with Daddy when he was home. We would snuggle on the couch or go to movies or out shopping together. I also began to see Daddy differently, now that I had my "big sister" and Greg as a constant reminder that family members were also human and even possible sex partners. He was now more than just Daddy. He was a man and I was a woman. I also realized that he was the man I wanted.
It was near the end of Heather's first trimester when she began to hang around Daddy more and more. This made me as nervous as all Hell. I would rush home and find Heather and Daddy talking on the couch. Once, I even found them sleeping there. I began to get jealous of my sister. I mean, she had Greg and he loved her; now she was working on Daddy? The final straw was when I came home late one night and found her sitting naked on Daddy's lap. I calmly asked to talk to her up in what had been our room, and that's when the argument began.
I went on and on about how she had Greg and didn't need Daddy. She calmly answered that she was a "woman" and, as I was "just a girl," this was something I didn't know about. If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant and I didn't want to hurt my niece/nephew, we would have had a real fight. As it was, we started screaming at each other until finally I was shouting at the top of my lungs. Heather was calm and cool the whole time. She just said for me to leave alone the things I didn't understand, and then she said, "Besides, you couldn't even get your man, let alone have him knock you up. You wouldn't know how."
That was really the last straw for me. "I can too!" I shouted at my twin sister. "I can have even more than you do!"
"Andrea, you're a virgin, and I am already starting my second trimester. There's no way you can beat me," Heather replied smugly.
"Okay, if you're so sure, then let's bet on it!" I said pugnaciously.
"All right," she replied, "I'm interested... what's the bet?"
"Okay, here it is: We're both going to pick one man and stick with him for the next four years. In that time, we both try to have as many children with whoever it is that we can. Whichever one of us has the most at the end, wins the bet. How's that?"
"Why four years?"
"I just figure that will give us time to have a good count. Since you already have a head-start, I figure I need a little time to catch up; even though I plan to blow you away!"
"Okay, you're on," said Heather smugly, certain (with her developing belly) that she had the "race" in the bag. "Now what are we going to bet with? Money, Chores, Services?"
"Mom's Jewelry," I said flatly. "The winner gets all of Mom's Jewelry." Dad had shown us Mom's jewelry box and had promised it to us when we turned eighteen. Heather and I each had favorites in there and some of the pieces we both wanted as a reminder of our mother. This was something I knew both of us highly valued and both of us desired badly.
"Deal!" Heather cried, and stuck out her hand. "Shake on it."
We shook hands, but I didn't let go of hers quite yet. "There are a few other rules, Sister-Mine," I said. "First, my man is Daddy, so you stay away from him sexually. That means no more cuddling up on his lap naked. You can still kiss him, but not like a lover... he's mine. If I catch you even trying to 'make out' with Daddy again, you automatically lose. Got that? Now you pick your guy."
"You're taking Daddy? This is a piece of cake!" she said in a careless fashion, as if Mom's jewelry were hers already. "I guess we might as well keep this in the family. Of course, I'll take Greg, as you already figured out."
"Second, no cheating with other guys," I pressed on. "Okay?"
"Okay."
"Third: You're so sure you're going to win because you're pregnant already... I'm not going to cheat you out of that; I'm going to beat you in spite of it, so your pregnancy counts now, but so will any we have that start before the time limit is up. Twins count as two, not one. Okay?"
"Okay. Boy, you're sure going out of your way to make sure you lose, aren't you?"
I ignored my sister's remark, while I finished laying out the rules. "Last, neither Greg nor Dad can know about the bet 'til it's over. So no cheating that way. Good?"
"All right; that sounds fair." Heather thought for a moment, then in a conciliatory manner decided that maybe she did have the better part of the deal. "So, since I'm already up by one on you," she said, "I really think you need some help from your big sister." Heather walked over to her dresser and got out one of her short nighties and threw it at me. "There," she said smugly, "at least he'll have something nice to look at." Whatever else you can say about Heather, she did have sexy taste in nightclothes. The short little Baby-Doll looked like an invitation to rape.
"Thanks, Big Sister," I said, for the first time in weeks without being sarcastic. Nothing in my closet was half as sexy. Still, while I was grateful for the outfit, I was still annoyed from earlier, and the fact that my sister was right about my needing it... didn't she think I had any sense when it came to dressing to attract a man? I guess not.
I grabbed the nightie and stomped out of the room and into the bathroom to get ready. I stripped down and took a long shower. I did my hair and makeup, carefully trying to be as pretty as I could. It was in there for close to an hour and a half before I looked at the final product in the mirror.
I stood five feet tall exactly. My blond hair shone and fell down to the middle of my back in lustrous waves. I wore just enough makeup to highlight the prettiness of my face, and my eyes had a soft, loving cast to them. My body was a pale alabaster in color and nicely developed. My small breasts sat high on my chest with my nipples firm in anticipation of what was to come. I had shaved my legs (and in a flash of insight, also my pussy). It was now as bald as a baby's behind. I looked stunning, and I thought sexy. (God, I sure hoped I looked sexy.)
I looked to where I had thrown Heather's nightie and decided, "What the Hell, why not?" At first, I had been inclined to wear something of my own, because I was still somewhat steamed at her. Only Heather's outfit was a lacy black Baby-Doll that just emphasized how short it was against my creamy skin, and I knew that Daddy would like it on me, even more than Greg had liked it on her. Or at least I hoped so. I picked it up, shook it out, and put it on. The hem fell to just a few inches below my pussy and gave whoever was watching me a flirting glimpse of my charms. I practiced walking a few times and pronounced myself ready. Seeing me in dishabille like this should get any man hard... Only I didn't want just any man... I wanted my own father.
I got out of the bathroom and was about to go downstairs, when I heard Daddy's shower start up. I turned and walked into his room. Now was the critical moment for me. I gathered my courage and stuck my head into the master-bath and saw Daddy's body behind the smoked shower glass. "Daddy?" I called.
"What, Princess?"
I almost melted right then, when he called me his "princess". "Can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure, Baby. Let me finish up in here, and I'll be right out," he called back to me as he rinsed out his hair.
"Okay, Daddy. I'll wait for you in your room."
I closed his door, locked it, and sat down on what I hoped would soon be our bed. I was so nervous. All my doubts and fears ran through my mind. "Maybe I wasn't physically mature enough for him?" "What if he didn't want me?" "How would I go on after he said no?" I thought I was a fool to do this. "How could I risk our relationship like this?" the worries continued.
After what seemed like an eternity, the water shut off in the bathroom, and I heard Daddy step out. I got even more nervous as the seconds ticked by until he emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of sweatpants.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at me. It felt like his eyes traveled all over me and finally came back to my face. I started to do handsprings in my mind as he smiled in approval at me. He liked how I looked. Then I saw a glimmer of confusion on his features. I knew it was now or never.
"Daddy, do you love me?" I asked in a small voice, looking down at my feet.
"Yes, Princess, I love you very much," he said as he placed his fingers under my chin and lifted so that we were eye to eye.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're beautiful, Baby. Why?"
"Daddy, I want you to make love to me," I said. Then it was like a dam burst, and all of my feelings for my father boiled over and came out. I told him how I loved him as both a daughter and as a woman, but that I would understand if he didn't want to change our relationship."Oh Princess," he said as he gathered me into his arms. "Is this because of Heather and Greg, or is this something you really and truly want?"
I couldn't lie to him, so I said, "It's both, Daddy. Watching Heather and Greg helped me to realize that what I felt for you is more than a daughter should feel for her father, but I also want this for me. I love you, and I know you like no other person since Mom died. I want you to be happy, and I think I am the best person to make you happy. I know I'm young and all, but I love YOU. I guess what really decided me was the fact that you already had a relationship like ours before. If you loved your own little sister enough to marry her, maybe you could love your daughter almost as much. Please, Daddy? I know it would be hard for me to take Mom's place, but I'd like to try."
He sat us down on his bed and held me to him. He slowly stroked my hair with his big hands. It felt wonderful, and I gave myself over to his caresses, but it was all fatherly in feel. For a long time, he didn't say anything. When about five minutes had passed, I felt like my heart was dead. I had made a mistake. He didn't want me like I wanted him. I began to squirm out of his grasp as tearing sobs racked my body. I had to get away. I wanted to die!
He just held me tighter and turned my face up to his, and then it happened. He kissed me. At first, it was a soft, gentle kiss, more like a father's than a lover's. I looked up into his face and saw love there, as well as something else. He kissed me again, this time with passion, and I felt his tongue flick out and taste my lips. With a shuddering groan of surrender, I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I threw my arms around his neck and put all of my heart into my kisses. I tried to show my father that he and he alone would always own my heart.
Our passions built, and I felt his hands begin to slide over my body in what was now a lover's caress. First, they dipped down my back to grasp and knead my ass. I felt a flush of heat spread out from my loins and encompass my entire body. His hands felt so good on my slight form. I pressed back into them and let out soft mewls of pleasure. Then his hands began to travel up my body, caressing my smooth skin. He gently untied the bows at the shoulders of the Baby-Doll, and let it fall around my waist, freeing my breasts.
I shivered in anticipation of his touch on my chest, and was rewarded with it almost immediately. He gently felt and squeezed my twin orbs. His pulling gently on my nipples caused fireworks to shoot through my entire being, and I let out a loud moan of pleasure. We broke our kiss and looked into each other's eyes with a kind of special wonder you have when you find your perfect match.
"You're so soft and pretty," he husked to me, as his face dropped lower. I felt his kisses on my torso, and they burned like fire. He kissed my shoulders and neck first, nearly driving me mad with the sensation. Then he drifted lower still. First, he kissed the shallow valley between my breasts, then the right and then the left. Finally, he kissed each of my nipples. I thrust my chest out and moaned out my pleasure, begging him to suck harder. He complied, swapping from right to left every few seconds. I felt my inner fires begin to roar and knew I was close. I entwined my fingers in his hair and held him against my chest.
My insides were on fire, and I was panting in quick, shallow breaths when it finally happened. I felt Daddy's right hand slither down my abdomen and cup my pussy mound. His middle finger rested right in my groove and began to rub gently. The fire in my belly increased a hundredfold, and I cried out my pleasure, "Oh Daddy, Yes!!! It Feels So Good!!! Yes! Daddy, Yes!"
Then I came. My brain was overloaded with the pleasure he was giving me. I felt a massive surge of pleasure rip through me as my first true orgasm hit. It was in that moment, when all other concerns and cares were thrust away from me, that my mind refused to let go of the fact that this was my father, the man I loved, and that I was his now. That knowledge fueled my orgasm, sending it higher and higher. As my body tensed and jerked in spasms, my heart and mind welded shut the door to my soul to any other but Daddy. I was his. From now on, there was truly no man in my life but my father (at least not sexually, or as a lover).
I slowly came down from my orgasmic high and found myself cradled in my father's strong arms. I could smell the faint scent of his soap on him and his own scent as well. I turned my head and smiled my most radiant smile at him. He gave me a small, sly one in return. I moved my hand so that I caressed his chest and kissed his nipple. I stood on shaky legs, and let the Baby-Doll fall to the ground. I took his hand and pulled on it, signaling him to stand.
He did so, and with sure fingers, I pulled his sweatpants down and off. His erection sprang out into full view. I turned and backed to the bed, drawing my father after me. My nervousness was gone, and all that remained was the desire to finish our union and properly consummate our new relationship. When I felt the bed behind me, I laid back upon it and spread my legs in a welcoming gesture to the man who now owned my body and soul... my own father.
"I'm ready, Daddy," I said. "Please make love to me now."
"Yes, Princess... now and forever."
I felt the bed sag as my father's weight came down between my legs. I knew I was ready. I could feel the juices of my arousal slowly seeping down my legs. We exchanged another deep, loving kiss, and then I felt the head of my father's penis touch my pussy. I spread my legs farther apart and looked down to see where we would soon become one.
I think that the first time watching my father's cock begin to enter my virgin pussy was the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Even seeing Greg squirming on top of Heather, pumping his penis in my sister's body and getting her pregnant with her own brother's baby by filling her barely pubescent womb with thick white squirts of incestuous seed, wasn't as sexy as watching my own father prepare to do the same thing to me. I could feel the thick, purple head of Daddy's cock push open my pussy lips and begin to burrow its way into me.
Soon Daddy had the head of his prick inside my body, up against my hymen. Then he began to thrust in small, gentle pulses. He worked out and in, stretching my hymen instead of plowing straight through. Eventually, my hymen tore gently with very little pain, and I saw and felt my father/lover's cock vanish up into my body. Soon, he was three-quarters of the way in and had bottomed out against my cervix.
The feeling was unlike any I had ever known. I was so full, yet it felt so right. Daddy began to take longer strokes as I began to let out pants and mewls of pleasure while we worked together to combine ourselves into one being. Soon Daddy was stroking in long, powerful thrusts that shoved me up the bed toward the headboard. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged him to go faster.
"Oh Daddy, more! Faster. Oh yes!!!" I hissed through clenched teeth. The fires in my body were again raging higher and higher. The pleasures I was getting and giving were so great that I never wanted them to end.
"Fuck your daddy, Princess!" Dad ordered me. "So Good! So Tight! I want to fuck you forever, Princess."
Soon Daddy's strokes began to speed up, and I knew from watching Greg and Heather that he was getting close to cumming. The thought of my own father ejaculating his sperm inside my body, filling my womb with incestuous baby-making seed, was incredibly thrilling. "Come in me, Daddy," I begged him. "I want it in me." I locked my legs and arms around my father and began to furiously thrust my hips up to his. My fire was soon at its peak, and then I was over it. I again lost control of my mind and body as a massive orgasm shot through me. I was dimly aware of Daddy saying he was cumming. I was locked in a world of pleasure and love, and I never wanted it to end. My last words before I passed out from the pleasure were, "I love you, Daddy."
Slowly, I began to become aware of myself again. Something heavy was on me, and it was hard to move. Then I realized it was my own father lying exhausted on my body after cumming inside me, and I welcomed the weight. I put my arms around him and stroked up and down his back gently. I thought of the millions and millions of his sperm now swimming up through the neck of my uterus and on into my womb in search of an egg, and wished them all the best of luck. I wanted our first child to be conceived tonight, in the midst of this discovery of our love.
Daddy lifted up and looked into my eyes with a shy, hesitant smile on his lips. "You know, Princess, you're the first woman I've been with since I lost your mother. I love you, Andrea."
I felt sorry for my father, missing pleasures like this after having enjoyed them for years with his little sister. It must have been hell for Daddy when Mom died. "I promise I won't leave you, Daddy," I replied. I reached up and kissed him, as a promise of our new bond. We snuggled down into his bed and continued to trade kisses and words of endearment for a while. Then I felt Daddy growing hard again. This time, he rolled over on his back and drew me on top of him.I helped him raise me up, and then put my hand on his cock.
"You put it in this time, Princess."
I took Daddy's cock, centered it on my pussy, and slowly sank down its length. It felt bigger now and stretched me in new ways. I welcomed it and reveled in the feeling. I leaned down and kissed my father. I started to undulate my hips as we traded passionate kisses. I broke our kisses and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I want our first child to be conceived tonight."
The effect my words had on my father was electric. He surged up off the bed, lifting me on just his cock. He grabbed my head and kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I loved it as we took each other this way, with my father's cock impaling me like a spike. I could feel that Daddy was getting close to cumming again for the second time because of my words, and I decided to whisper to him again. "I want you to keep me pregnant for the next thirty years, Daddy. I never want to be without your child growing inside me, ever again."
"Oh baby!" Daddy cried as he again bucked up into me and came. "I'll try... I swear I'll try."
That was what I wanted to hear, and the words were even more erotic to me than what came next, as I felt my father's penis first swell inside my cunny, then jerk powerfully. I could swear I felt each powerful spurt of his semen into my body, as each thick white jet of my father's potent seed splashed wetly into my womb where it belonged (they say you can't, but I was so sensitive and receptive that I'll still swear I could). I collapsed onto Daddy's chest as he came down from his orgasm, while I tried mightily to milk each precious drop of my father's sperm inside my tummy. I felt Daddy wrap his arms around me and pull me tighter into him.
"Andrea?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Did you mean what you said?"
"Yes. I want your... our children so badly. I want you to get me pregnant, and keep me that way forever. Please Daddy."
"We'll see, Princess. Andrea, when was your last period?"
"About two weeks ago. So hopefully I already am. This is my best time to conceive."
"Well, if we miss this one, we'll just have to shoot for the next one, won't we?"
In spite of myself, I couldn't help but giggle at that one. Shortly Daddy joined me in quite sniggers, as my cunny kept trying to milk a few more drops of precious seed out of his body and into mine, to replace those leaking out around his still half-hard prick. We didn't get much sleep that night.bringing the "official count" to nine for me, and eight for Heather. Both Greg and Daddy had a good laugh when they learned of our bet, when Heather presented me with the trophy in front of the entire family. Still, I'm quite proud of it; and it does look nice over the fireplace. Funny thing though... it still doesn't have my name on it; though Heather has promised to have it engraved several times. Our house is now a large happy home, filled with well-loved children. How about yours? | 3 |
2,454 | Before the wedding | "Are you sure this is right, Mom?" asked the picture-perfect young bride. All girls (and even women) look like angels or princesses when getting married. Charlene was no different. From the top of her veil with the tiny coronet in place, to the rhinestones glittering on the heels of her shoes, the girl looked the very picture of radiant bridal glory.
A woman doesn't need real beauty for this. Even the ugliest of dowdy frumps can look wonderful for a wedding once in her life. But Charlene had that beautiful brown hair combined with blue eyes, that seemed so common with girls her age in this area. A fact well appreciated by the horny young studs aching to trap these beauties into matrimony ... the only way it seemed to get sex in Marton County.
"Yes, dear," soothed her mother. "Father Jenkins knows how inexperienced girls like you are when it comes to sex, and has volunteered to see to it that you know what is important on your wedding night. Now that we're sure it fits, let's get that dress off you before we wrinkle it. I don't have time to do another ironing."
"Well ... If you're sure," she pouted, working to ease herself out of the layers of gown, like a man taking off a diving suit. "I don't want Jeremy getting angry about this. I mean, he's waited so long ... and really expected to be first."
"Don't worry about Jeremy," again soothed her mother. "Being first-born, he knows as little about sex as you do ... So Father Jenkins has also volunteered to instruct him in the details as well. He's very good at that. In fact, your fiancé is probably over there right now."Having felt "Father" swallow every drop of his cum, Jeremy felt obliged to reciprocate; licking and cleaning up every drop, as the older man taught him to.
Two hours later, after "proper" introductions to anal sex and the joys of mutual masturbation, Jeremy was sent on his way with the knowledge he would need to make it until his new wife told him she was ready, like the good priest had taught him. An anus isn't exactly a great substitute for a vagina, but Father Jenkins had demonstrated rather well that on occasion it felt almost as good to both receiver and giver. Again, something the young man would find handy later on, when his wife was menstruating or otherwise unavailable "normally".
"Yes, Jeremy," he reassured the still trembling young man as he left, "I'll make SURE to teach your sis... I mean your new bride what she needs to know for your wedding night. I've done this many times before, you know." With that, the prospective young groom had to be content.
It took a full day for the over-fifty priest to recover. He was no longer the young stud who could fuck three triplets in one morning, knocking all three of them up in one marathon incestuous session... and then take on their brothers the same afternoon.
However, 2:00 the next afternoon the priest issued a warm welcome to the pretty young thing blushing in the doorway. That the beautiful girl was his own daughter, was fertile, and would be ovulating sometime in the next three or four days (according to her mother who had arranged the marriage-schedule to properly match the child's timing, per the priest's instruction) just added to her alluring beauty to the horny goat of a priest.
Still, Father Jenkins was a master of seduction, not rape. Getting his children to send THEIR children to him to seduce was as close as he got to forcing somebody into sex. However, with both her mother encouraging this, AND the spiritual leader of the parish the young woman had known and followed all her life assuring her this was the PROPER thing for a young woman about-to-be-married to do, it wasn't all that difficult. Father Jenkins often suspected (but deliberately never tested the idea) that many if not most (or even all) of his daughters actually LIKED the idea of the horny old goat of a priest having full vaginal sexual intercourse with their little girls... and knocking the kids up BEFORE they got married, with her own father's baby kicking and squirming inside her fertile young womb. Even with younger girls that were NOT the priest's direct offspring, it was probably a kick to know the child would be knocked-up by her own grandfather, and carry her own uncle or aunt to term in her womb, days or sometimes even weeks before her new husband's seed ever saw the inside of the girl's vagina.
"Father Jenkins... I'm not sure...," began Charlene, as the priest took off her jacket, kissing her neck as he did so, and hung it on the hook by the door.
"Call me father," instructed the priest; helping the girl out of her blouse; baring her naked waist, now only protected by a thin brassiere. "... Or even 'Daddy' if you prefer. Your mother told you what to expect, didn't you?"
"Father... Uh... Daddy?" Now the youngster seemed confused, as she almost helplessly let the priest unbutton the front of her pants, before slipping them down to her ankles.
"Daddy is fine," he reassured her. "A priest LIKES to think of his parishioners as his children. Like you are, my child. Think of me as your Daddy, who is teaching you to make love, so you can please your husband, please God, and please me by accepting his seed into your body so you can obey God's command to be fruitful and multiply."
"Oh God, fath... Uh, Daddy. This just isn't right," she objected faintly; but not struggling as the priest kissed his way down her thighs, while removing garments and intruding pantyhose as he did so.
"It's not right to love your own father?" he asked; while pulling a shoe off the girl's foot and replacing the missing object with a kiss. Soon the girl's thoughts were almost incoherent, as she felt the man's tongue working its way back up the INSIDE of her thighs, close to the "private parts" she had expected to keep private to herself... and possibly her soon-to-be husband, Jeremy.
Somehow Charlene only managed to raise a small objection (and her ass slightly at the same time) as the priest continued removing her most intimate of garments until both panties and bra had joined the heap of clothing on the floor. "You mean," she breathed; involuntarily pushing her chest into the man's sucking mouth, "Momma was RIGHT? You're really my... my real Daddy?"
"Uhuh," he reassured her. "And her mother's too. So you see how right this is. I don't want you to do anything you don't feel right about."
"Uh... I don't Know . oh . oh," she whimpered; as she felt the first intrusion of the good father's finger inside her virginal cleft. "I haven't... I mean, Jeremy and I ...."
"Shhh," he coddled her. "Don't worry about Jeremy. I taught him, just like I'm going to teach you. You've got to know how to make your husband feel good, when it comes time for you two to consummate your marriage. I'm just here to help."
"But I never ...."
"Shh... Doesn't it feel good?" This asked, with a thick tongue probing her womanhood in a manner she hadn't suspected could feel so... so intimate, even with her experimentation years earlier with her two younger sisters. But then, they had all been kids when that happened.
"Yes but... But you're my own FATHER," she objected; as he placed the leaking tip against her now wet and ready young hole. If she didn't stop him soon, she knew the priest's sex would soon be buried to the hilt in her belly; squirting and inseminating her with her own father's sperm. That she had just learned of their true relationship just added to the obscenity (and, to tell the truth, the incredibly sexual carnality and wonder) of the idea of coupling with the man.
"That makes it all the better," he told her; fitting the first inch of fatherly prick inside her.
"Uh... I guess," she somehow couldn't help but agree; lifting her hips so that the next inch sliced through her virginity in a sudden stab of pain. "Ouch," she added, almost conversationally; looking down at where the priest's swollen member had vanished partway into her body. The astonishment at seeing their incestuous connection made the girl involuntarily hunch forward, until half the man's penis was now embedded in her no-longer-virginal and leaking sex.
"So tell Daddy to fuck you, cum in you, and make a baby in your tummy, just like he did to your mother years ago," he prompted.
"Uh... Fuck me, fa... Uh, Daddy," she tried. Still wincing, she pulled back an inch until a red streak appeared on the man's prick. "Fuck me, Daddy," she repeated, stronger now, as he slid back inside her.
"The rest, too," he prompted again.
"Uh... Unh, OOooh!" she moaned; temporarily distracted. Then, "Cum in me, Daddy... Please?" By this time, almost all of the priest's swollen member was appearing and disappearing into the young girl's tight little slit. Charlene was working almost as hard as her father was to force the incestuous priest's swollen prick into her fertile young belly as they both could.
"All of it," he insisted; holding still until the youngster's gyrations on his engorged member stilled, and she looked up in frustration at his patient waiting for her to continue.
"Do I have to?" she asked; holding out on this last obscene request as long as she could. Charlene knew that once she ASKED him to do this, she would have no recourse or blame to put on him for planting his baby in her belly. Like her mother, she would always remember ASKING the priest to fuck her, cum in her, and knock her up with her own father's baby.
Father Jenkins just nodded; somehow holding out against the incredible pleasure of having the youngster's tight little slit squeezing and milking his swollen prick for its incestuous seed. He had to have the girl's mind, as well as her body, not only asking, but pleading for his baby-making seed, before he would let go and give her what had been his aim all along... another incestuous baby for the girl to raise, without any obligations from him. Really nice work for a priest, if you can get it.
"Make a baby in my tummy," she broke down and said; her needs now growing too great to ignore. When the priest STILL didn't move, she added pleadingly, "Please, Daddy?"
"Well, if that's what you want...," he teased; just sliding in and out about an inch.
"PLEASE, Daddy," she whimpered; now gyrating her hips as she tried to capture the delicious sensations she had felt inside earlier, when the priest's prick had been sliding in and out. "Knock me up."Make a baby in my tummy, so I can have my Daddy's baby, just like Momma did." When this finally brought a slow reaction and more movement on the man's part, the little girl broke down completely. "Please Daddy," she whimpered. "I want to feel your baby inside me. Please?"
Charlene it seems, in the end, was (and is) just as horny a young woman as her mother was before her... and her equally horny goat of a father.
Going faster and faster now, the priest slid in and out until he felt the rising of seed in his prick, and buried the belching member to the hilt in his daughter's body; filling the child's womb with squirt after squirt and jet after jet of incestuous baby-making seed. Charlene just moaned and grabbed at him; working against the priest to milk each precious drop of her father's sperm into her ripe and ready young womb as she could.
Like her half-brother earlier, Father Jenkins did NOT stop with just vaginal intercourse. Before the four-hour "sex-education" session was over, Charlene (like Jeremy) had been introduced properly to both oral AND anal sex. "After all," the priest reminded her, "she had to keep Jeremy happy until she had conceived... and it was 'safe' to take her husband's sperm inside her body." Charlene just shuddered at the implication... but did not object in the slightest when Father Jeremy showed her how to use a rubber diaphragm to hold his sperm inside her womb. Once married, and once their initial consummation of their marriage, the couple would be good little Catholics; raising child after child for the benefit of the Church... and of course, Father Jenkins, too. But that would be probably several days before she felt free to risk her husband's seed inside her body, where the priest's child might already be taking root. In the meantime, both children had been "properly instructed" as to how to proceed until she was ready to consummate the marriage properly.
"And now, My Child, do you Jeremy take Charlene, to have and to hold, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to be your wedded wife, from this day forward, until death do you part?"
Jeremy looked stunned that he could be so lucky as to have such a lovely bride; and almost had to be prodded into saying, "I do."
"And do you, My Daughter Charlene, take this man, My Son Jeremy, to have and to hold, to honor and cherish, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to be your wedded husband, from this day forward, until death do you part?"
"I do!"
"Do you Brother and Sister, promise to follow the teachings of God and the Catholic Church; to raise your children in the ways of God, and to follow his commands to multiply and replenish the Earth?"
"We do."
"Therefore, by the powers invested in me by God, by the Church, and by the State I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Father Jenkins turned the now-glowing couple together. "As Father, I now command you Brother Jeremy to kiss your Sister Charlene." Only a few people (all women) in the parish noticed the slight difference of wording in the marriage ceremony. But then, why should they? After all, Father Jenkins had been giving almost identical weddings for over thirty years in the parish. By now, his interpretation of scripture was accepted as the definitive one.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he concluded, "I now present to you Brother Jeremy and his Sister, Charlene... Now husband and wife." Well... people were SUPPOSED to be brothers and sisters in the Church, weren't they?
Father Jenkins intended to see that they continued to be. | 3 |
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